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“Take it.” He commands, his bunched fist resting on the bench beside me and as I suck his cock, he stares down at me with blazing possession in his eyes.
I am helpless, being solely used for his pleasure, but in fact the pleasure is all mine. He is all mine and rather than being degraded by this, I am loving every second of it. I don’t have to think, to worry or to try to make sense of this. I am just here because I would do anything for this warrior and I moan as I lick his shaft, giving back as good as I got.
He swells even further inside my mouth, causing me to gag as he pushes in deeper and faster and I cling onto the legs of the bench as he rides my mouth hard.
When he cums, it rains down my throat like a river and as I swallow quickly, it slides down the back of my throat and out from the sides of my mouth. It’s everywhere and yet he is still controlling my breathing and he pulls the belt so my head raises to his and then kisses me so hard, it’s as if he wants to creep inside my soul.
When he pulls away, he unfastens the belt and, with a wicked grin, says gruffly, “Bring your hands in front of you.”
I’m grateful to let go of the bench, but as soon as I do as he says, he wraps the belt around my wrists several times and then fastens it.
“Fuck, Mikhail. Why is this so hot?” I ask, and he chuckles softly. “I knew we were the perfect match, Lilli. I have so much to show you, planned for you, that I’m sure you will like.”
He pushes my wrists over my head and my breasts arch toward his greedy lips. As he sucks each one in turn, I experience the bite of the belt on my wrists.
Then he wastes no time in slamming into me. His cock already eager to go again. The angle of the bench gives me no place to hide as I am spread out to the extreme while he owns my body. My back scrapes against the fabric as he glides in and out of my body as if he owns it. I am itching to touch him, kiss him and love him but he has all the control, which is how he obviously likes it.
He has ruined me.
Inside and out and yet I am so hopelessly in love with him I would do anything at all.
Seeing the powerful man between my legs tearing through my body with so much passion makes me tingle all over. My heart is racing and my nerves on fire as he occupies every single part of me. There is no part of my body that isn’t wired to this and as I fall away from the edge, it takes quite some time to float back down to earth.
I must have blacked out for a second because the next I’m aware we are wrapped in the silk sheets of the guest room while he holds me close, kissing my head softly and whispering words in Russian.
“What are you saying?” I gasp as I come round and he says softly, “That I love you, Lilli Atherton, and that will never change.”
I lift my face to his and whisper, “Are you sure about that, Mikhail? You may decide this isn’t enough and look for something else.”
I nearly say ‘like your father,’ but something tells me he wouldn’t appreciate that and yet he shakes his head and whispers huskily. “I am not my father, and I never will be. Why ruin something that was fate’s intention? You are everything I never knew I wanted until I faced the prospect of losing you. You are stuck with me, Lilli flower because I am now your dark guardian who will never let you go.”
“Promise.” I say softly against his lips, and he nods, a wicked smile on his lips.
“Lilli Romanov. I like the sound of that.”
I stare at him in shock, and he nods, a ferocious gleam in his eyes.
“Prepare for the ride of your life, Lilli Atherton, because there is no escaping me now.”
As I lie my head on his chest, I hide a secret smile. I always knew I was never going anyway because I am right where I belong.
EPILOGUE
POLLY
LONDON, ENGLAND
Why does it always rain in England? It seems to, anyway. I stand shivering under my umbrella as I watch the spectacle playing out in front of me.
Death.
I shiver as the cold fingers of mortality remind me it happens to us all in the end and as I stare at the coffin that is being lifted on straps over the freshly dug hole in the ground, I make up my mind to be cremated instead.
The thought of decomposing in the wooden casket makes me shiver with fear at the thought of insects consuming my flesh and invading my lifeless corpse.
I grip my umbrella a little tighter as the lightning strikes high in the sky, causing a few of the onlookers to jump, one woman beside me stifling a scream.
The priest stands on the edge of the grave, his white robes now splattered with God’s earth as he attempts to say a prayer above the noise of the hailstones that are battering against the umbrellas of my fellow mourners.
