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ANNIKA
Annika’s spirits were soaring.The adrenaline of the night made her heart race faster and filled her with a buzzing sort of energy from head to toe. Everything seemed brighter, sharper, more real than ever before. She felt like she had been drifting through the world in a blur until tonight. It was such a rush, going from such a dark place, crying alone in that wretched trailer in the middle of the desert, to the relative safety of Mikhail’s car.
She could hardly believe he was actually there, that he had not only survived the Armenians’ bullets, but that he’d come to her rescue in such a courageous way. She knew he couldn’t have had much time to regroup after the attack, and yet, he’d managed to pull off a rescue mission despite being gravely outnumbered and making the call to venture directly into an enemy camp. Annika was still new to the harrowing drama of being the new Sokolov Pakhan’s fiancée, but even she knew that it was a big risk for Mikhail and his men.
She heard the awful things the Armenian kidnappers said about her when she was trapped in the trailer. Those guys were after money, and Annika must’ve represented a potentially huge payout for them. Of course, they had assumed Egor Baranov would pay whatever they asked in exchange for his daughter’s life. Annika knew better than that. The reality was even darker than the Armenians realized: if Mikhail had not come after her, Annika probably would have wasted away in that camp waiting for help to arrive.
Hell, the Armenians might have gotten tired of holding her before then, and simply killed her or abandoned her to the elements once they concluded she wasn’t worth paying for. It would be an unremarkable and tragic end for a girl essentially raised in captivity to die there as well. Luckily, Annika wasn’t alone in the world. She didn’t belong to Egor Baranov. She belonged to Mikhail Sokolov, and he wouldn’t let her go.
Still, there was no forgetting how dangerous things had gotten. The passenger side window was still shattered from when the Armenian kidnapper ripped Annika out of the car. Tiny shards of glass still broke off every now and then as they drove. The cool night breeze whipped through the open window and filled the car with the fresh scent of the desert. Annika pulled down the overhead mirror and began to dab at her dirty, tear-streaked face with a clean towel from the back seat, which Annika had learned was where Mikhail kept his extra supplies.
The more she learned about him, the more time she spent at his side, the more Annika admired and understood her husband-to-be. He was callous and rough around the edges, but he was no reckless fool. He was prepared for anything anytime, and he would fight tooth and nail anyone who dared raise a hand against him.
Or against Annika, for that matter. She had heard the gunshots and seen the way Mikhail blew through the crowd of angry Armenians. He didn’t flinch at danger or death. He didn’t stay to clean up the scene or even make sure his own men made it out safely. All he cared about was getting his girl back. Annika was honored, flattered even, to be the sole focus of Mikhail’s world.
She stole a glance at him in the amber glow of the dashboard, the moonlight casting the world in an unearthly shade of blue. Mikhail was devilishly handsome, with his sharp, wolf-like features and hulking size. Annika felt a shiver of desire looking at his knuckles on the steering wheel, following the swell of his muscles under his jacket sleeve. Annika tracked his rhythmic, silent breaths and admired his cool blue eyes trained on the road before them.
He must have sensed her intense attention because he turned to meet her gaze. Annika felt something akin to an electric shock pass through her. She was warm all over.
When Mikhail smirked at her and reached over to rest his large hand on her thigh, she nearly forgot how to breathe. Desire flared up like a bonfire in her chest. She watched his fingers spread out and gently squeeze her leg. His hand was less than six inches from her pussy, and it was driving her crazy. Annika was overcome with lust and gratitude to be back in this man’s powerful grasp. She wanted to show him how happy she was to see him again, and prove her worth as a partner. He had faced incredible danger to save her, and now it was time to repay him.
Annika’s heart pounded. She had never done this before. But she slowly turned in her seat and popped her seatbelt off. The sound made Mikhail whip around to look at her, and she bit her plush bottom lip as she leaned in closer. For a moment it looked like he might scold her, and then he merely smiled. He sat back in his seat and Annika got on her knees, stretching over the center console as Mikhail unzipped his trousers. They were just within city limits now, and even though it was dark outside, Annika was aware that they could totally get caught.
The risk only made her want him more. Annika lowered her head and nuzzled at his crotch. He pulled out his enormous cock, and Annika groaned as she sucked the engorged head between her lips. She flicked her tongue around the tip, tasting his salty pre-come, and then pushed down further. She took him in gladly, eagerly, and her mouth dripped with saliva.
Mikhail drove with one hand and the other came to rest on the back of Annika’s head. He pumped up into her mouth as he gently pushed her head down, making her nearly gag on his cock. Annika loved it. She sucked harder and faster, bobbing up and down as she felt herself getting wet between her thighs. She adored the soft tightness of his skin and the taste of his cock. She lived for the tiny grunts and groans she elicited from him. The sensation of his length ramming up her throat made her tingly all over.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” Mikhail purred.
Annika didn’t let up even when the car stopped in traffic. She could hear and feel the rumble of other vehicles on the road with them, but she didn’t care if anyone saw. She almost wanted them to see her, to witness how utterly depraved she was for him. Annika took her time, enjoying every drop of pre come on her tongue, speeding up only to back off again. She wanted to feel him come down her throat, but she was reluctant to let it end. She wanted to touch him and be touched back forever and ever, and she didn’t care who was watching. Mikhail tensed up again and again, clearly fighting the urge to climax, despite Annika’s best efforts.
By the time the car pulled to a stop in the parking garage of Mikhail’s apartment building in the Arts District, she was too far gone to even care. Mikhail softly pushed her back and zipped his pants, then leaned in and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. His powerful hands gripped her face and roved back into her hair. His lips collided with hers, their tongues crashing together. When they broke apart to catch their breath, Mikhail’s eyes were glowing with that special fire he reserved only for her.
“Come with me,” he growled.
He got out of the car and opened Annika’s door, all but sweeping her off her feet to get her into the building. They rushed across the guard-studded lot to the elevator as the security personnel nodded to Mikhail.
The very second the metal doors shut, Mikhail grabbed Annika by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall. He shoved his leg between her thighs and kissed her hard. He reached down between them, cupping her soft mound through her clothes. Then, he deftly slipped his hand down her skirt, slipped her damp panties to one side, and began to stroke between her lips. Annika moaned and tilted her head back, rutting into his hand as he rubbed her clit. Mikhail dove in to kiss her again, swallowing down her gasps of pleasure. The elevator whooshed from the lobby up to the penthouse level, and Annika felt herself move closer to the edge with every floor they passed. When the elevator doors dinged open, Mikhail released her only long enough to walk her backward to his door. He flashed his key card at the sensor, the door clicked open, and the pair spilled into the penthouse apartment as the door locked behind them.
Mikhail’s hands were all over her, feeling her, groping her with the fiery touch of a man unrestrained. He stroked her hair, cradled her face in his hands, and gently ran his fingers down her back as they kissed. Annika was struck by how different things were now. The first time he’d brought her here as a captive. She was nothing but an annoyance to him then, and he was nothing but a scary stranger. This apartment was her prison, and now it felt almost like home. Instead of crying alone and touch-starved in that bedroom cell, pining for Mikhail on the other side of the wall, they were together now. She wasn’t locked up; she was wandering freely. She wasn’t alone, she was in the powerful arms of her dangerous lover.
Annika felt a surge of self-confidence unlike anything she’d ever known. Being with Mikhail made her bold. She pushed back from him and sauntered back a few steps, looking at him with heavily lidded eyes. She reached down to lift her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside to land on the sofa. She ran her hands down her chest, biting her lip as she did so. Mikhail stalked after her like a lion on the prowl, drinking her in as she stripped her clothes off piece by piece until she was stark naked in the living room. Mikhail followed suit, ripping off his clothes as he followed her. Annika’s pussy twinged with need when his massive cock bobbed free. She was still moving backward slowly, just watching Mikhail close in on her.
She stopped when she felt the cold hard wood of a writing desk behind her. Mikhail shoved a stack of papers onto the floor, swept her up in one strong arm, and scooped her onto the desk. She pulled up her legs with an excited giggle, but he grabbed her ankles and wrenched her legs wide apart. He knelt down in front of the desk, his face between her legs. Annika held her breath while he looked up at her with those cool, daring eyes.
When he flicked his tongue out across her hood, she shivered, goosebumps covering her body. He moaned softly, sending tiny vibrations through her core. He spread her lips apart and his tongue dove between them, sliding up and down the length of her folds. He circled her clit with the rigid tip of his tongue and swept back down to devour her. Annika’s pussy was slick with juices, and Mikhail was all too eager to lap them up. His strong hands massaged her inner thighs while he suckled her clit. Annika felt wave after wave of pleasure crash over her.
The girl’s legs were trembling uncontrollably now, even with Mikhail’s grip holding them in place. Annika dropped her head back against the floor-to-ceiling window behind her. A moan floated from her throat as her man licked and sucked her to the edge of delirium. His tongue edged around the band of muscles at her tight opening, diving inside of her every few strokes.
“Oh, right there,” Annika gasped.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the edges of the desk. She was unable to resist the overwhelming desire to meet his tongue. She thrust against his face, losing herself with every second. Mikhail ran his tongue up and down her clit until she was seeing stars. Finally, something snapped inside of her, and Annika climaxed against her lover’s tongue. He groaned with approval and lapped up every drop, making her squirm with delight all the while. She was dizzy when he stepped back, wiping his slicked-up face.
Annika was a wet mess, her chest heaving and her whole body shaking with the aftermath of an orgasm. But Mikhail wasn’t done with her yet. He reached down to grab her and pull her to him. Her wobbly legs buckled, but he held her up. Mikhail kissed her against the glossy window, her ass cheeks pressing into the glass. He stroked the sweaty hair back from her face. He ran his hands down her arms and pushed his hard cock into her hip. They wound around each other, so tightly pressed together Annika could hardly tell where her body ended and his began. His teeth grazed her bottom lip ever so slightly, and his hand played gently around her neck, almost like he was showing her how easily he could hurt her… but wouldn’t. It was thrilling, like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down.
He broke their kiss to murmur against her lips, “You’re mine. All mine, Annika.”
She nodded fervently. “Yes. All yours, Mikhail,” she whispered.
