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Ansley cried out in sheer agony as he breached the impossible tightness of her pussy. The pain was incredible, she scratched his back and left her teeth marks on his shoulder. But that seemed to make him more dangerous, and roaring at her, biting her lips, bending his head, and sucking her nipple he buried himself inside her, filling her pussy to the brim, stretching her beyond what she believed her body was capable of doing.
Yet even though his body acted on instinct, the way he held her, touched her face even as he created so much pain from taking her virginity, it gave her the deepest kind of thrill. She accepted his pain, his silent apology, and gave him everything she was worth.
She hung onto him, crying into his chest, banging on his brilliantly sculpted muscles as he fucked her. Not slow and gentle. But like a man who hadn’t had a woman in too long. As if she were his first.
He made her soar and fall and fly apart. He buried himself so deep inside she couldn’t breathe, not without him. He pounded into her and then withdrew and made her come by brushing the head of his cock over her swollen clit and while her flesh spasmed and she spiraled out of control he plunged his shaft deep into her again, while she continued coming.
He drove her mad with want and need, then took it away and made her shout with rage. He slipped from her pussy completely then dipped his fingers into her only so he could coat it over her nipples. Then he sucked off her wetness as he penetrated her again.
She cried and sobbed and lost count of how many times she came. And finally, he gave her what she wanted. His cum.
Damien locked her gaze with his as he pumped his cock inside her, bathing her with his cum. She relished the experience, felt him filling her up. His big, magnificent body heaved over hers as he gathered her in his arms, kissing her face and crushing her to him.
“You belong to the Shlykov Bratva now. You belong to me and my brothers. Your body. And every part of it belongs to us. Do you understand?”
“Yes. My body belongs to you, Damien and Leonid, and Roman.”
“You will be treated as our queen, our whole world. In return, we only want your loyalty for as long as we live.”
When he slipped from her the devastating emptiness caught her unaware, but then it was Leonid gathering her up. He pulled her to him and placed her on her side so that she spooned him.
He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and slipped one of his under her neck to reach her right breast while his other arm was draped over her hip, his hand between her thighs.
He played with her clit while he nibbled on her, driving her crazy to feel the weight of his cock inside her now. Finally, he relented, and turning her ever so slightly he pushed up her, exposing her pussy and penetrated her. Because he was unable to open her legs any wider in that position when Leonid entered her she felt the pressure of him stretching her pussy all over again.
She moaned and whimpered as he fucked her. Not fast and hard, but slow and deep, his mouth on her neck, kissing her wetly and his thumb strumming her nipple until she ached with the need to come. He played her and she cried in frustration then finally he gave her his come and forced another orgasm from her.
She gasped when Roman slipped in on the other end of the sofa, facing her while she still laid on her side, while Leonid was still inside her.
Roman kissed her and the instant Leonid pulled out of her, Roman filled her up again. He grabbed her ass and fucked her like that. He pierced her lips with his teeth, making her come again until she said she couldn’t take anymore. He took pity on her and fed her his cum, long, deep thrusts that would leave ribbons of essence coating her flesh. The same way Leonid had. The same way Damien had.
She was so exhausted, so lethargic that she could barely protest when she was carried upstairs. A bath was drawn for her and she sleepily sank her body into the tantalizing water.
She was tended to, stroked, caressed, massaged. She knew she should insist on doing it herself, but she just couldn’t say the words.
She also knew she had done something wrong. Terribly wrong. But she couldn’t remember what it was. Not when her body repeatedly remembered each sensation of them touching her.
She was no longer a virgin. That much she was able to articulate. She had given her body to three Russian brothers who had blackmailed her father into her marrying them.
Chapter Nineteen
All Ansley seemed to be doing was sleeping, in between getting married and then losing her virginity to her husbands.
Not only had she married her enemies. But she was also sleeping with them. Her body constantly relived each moment, each sensation. That she was ensconced in a room even bigger than the one she was using, meant they had moved her to one of theirs. But judging by the bed, it looked big enough to sleep four people very comfortably. One good thing was they had removed the monitor on her ankle. So there was that.
When Sahara came to tell her that her lawyer was there to see her, she was glad to see a familiar face, considering her wedding consisted of only five people, three of them the grooms and Yuric. She could understand the rush to marry her. But then she couldn’t understand them at all either. She also couldn’t contain the deep blush in her cheeks at the thought of Sahara knowing what she had done.
Mr. Jonas was a lovely man although he seemed nervous with Yuric watching over him.
She signed a few documents because she had no choice, but there was one thing she had to sign that made her go ice cold. She read it over and over and knew it was true.
She wanted to hurt them because the only reason they married her was because of Merring Street.
Not only did the clause in the King’s legacy contracts dictate that as a patriarch of the King family, he could marry off any female to which he was a parent or guardian before she reached the age of twenty-five, but all her possessions, every asset she had accumulated no matter how, was automatically passed onto her husband.
And that meant they were now the owners of Cupid’s Toys and could do anything they wanted to the land.
They won. They totally obliterated her in this war. And now she would have to tell Marjorie she lost Cupid’s Toys. There would be no Valentine’s Day sale extravaganza.
