Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
She bucked beneath me as a guttural groan escaped her open lips.
Holding her upright against my chest, I continued to violently pound inside of her, sliding my hand up to hold her throat. My arm wrapped tightly around her middle, lifting her onto her toes with the force of my thrusts.
The position forced my cock even deeper into her body, touching her womb.
Fuck, I wanted to get her pregnant with my child so badly it was a physical ache within my chest. I sent up a prayer to the pagan gods of my ancestors that she would breed from this very encounter. There was no point in appealing to God. God had no place in what I was doing to this sweet, innocent girl.
Her arm reached up to wrap around the back of my neck as her fingers tore into my hair. She yanked hard as her body jerked and spasmed.
She screamed her orgasm so loudly I was forced to cover her mouth, or we risked the train staff breaking down the door.
Through each delicious ripple down her spine, I continued to thrust, extending her climax.
The moment her body went limp in my embrace, I rasped against her ear, “My turn.”
As if she weighed no more than a doll, I flipped her in my embrace, tore off her sweater and bra and then tossed her onto her back in the center of the narrow train cot.
I ripped off my shirt, scattering a few of the buttons as I stared down at her beautiful naked body. Her pale skin marred with the marks from my rough touch. Her inner thighs stained with faint blood smears.
My knee between her thighs quickly stopped her effort to roll onto her side and scramble off the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She fell back onto the mattress but raised her hands to push against my chest. “You got what you wanted—”
“Not even close.”
Snatching my discarded belt from the end of the bed, I seized her wrists and wrapped the leather strap around them. Ignoring her outraged cries, I secured the belt to the metal railing at the top of the bed.
With a forearm braced to the side of her head, I leaned over her, my lips barely brushing hers. Every breath she took, I breathed in as my own. “Say you’re mine.”
She bared her teeth as she struggled against the wrist binds. “Never.”
I chuckled. My little caught rabbit was going to fight me tooth and claw to the very end.
So be it.
I claimed her mouth, swallowing her screams as I pinched her nipple, making her hips buck. Releasing her lips, I savored the soft skin of her neck before sucking her other nipple into my warm mouth.
She bit back a groan as I sucked and laved at the tender bud.
Giving it a final nip, I skimmed my mouth over her stomach, licking and scraping my teeth against her skin before wedging my shoulders between her thighs. Catching her shocked gaze with my own, I kept my eyes on hers as I stretched out my tongue and cleaned the virgin blood from her thighs.
She pleaded, “No! Don’t…”
Like a primal hunter eating the still-beating heart of his kill, I licked and laved at the evidence of her innocence. Wanting a piece of her inside of me as I had been inside of her.
My cock pulsed with painful need.
Raising up, I kept my gaze focused on her as I slowly pushed my cock back inside of her, wanting her to feel every long inch, wanting to watch her face as I slipped deeper and deeper inside until I once again touched her womb.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened on a gasp.
The look of corrupted innocence on her face was my undoing.
I drove into her with unleashed ferocity until my balls tightened and the pressure along my shaft became unbearable.
The fire of my release, when it came, was so all-consuming my very bones seemed to melt.
With my seed deep inside her, I stayed buried in her pussy as I reached up to release her wrists.
The moment her hands slipped the bonds of the leather strap, she hauled her arm back and slapped me across the face.
CHAPTER 15
KOSTYA
“Imay have deserved that,” I said, rubbing the sting from my jaw.
“You’re my sister’s husband,” Marina seethed as she wiggled out from under me. As if by separating our bodies she could escape what had just happened between us. What I’d just done.
“Was,” I corrected, my voice edged with something I refused to name.
I could have told her the truth right then. The words burned on my tongue, but I swallowed them down like poison.
Marina and Veronika had been close; how close, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know what Marina knew about the kind of life her sister led when no one was watching. And I wasn’t cruel enough to take away whatever memory she had left of her.