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He broke it off and gazed into my eyes, as if searching for something deep within. He found whatever he was looking for because, with a grin, he pulled me upright and slapped my ass to send me on my way.
I hopped into the shower. Taking my time, I washed my hair and scrubbed my body. Due to my delicate state, Alexie didn’t like it when I rushed. I lathered up my breasts and held my head away from the water as I bent over to reach my legs. My stomach wasn’t so big that I couldn’t bend, but it was a slight struggle. In a few more weeks, I was sure to fall over.
Feeling squeaky clean, I stepped out of the shower, wishing I’d left the door open so Alexie would come dry me off. He usually stepped inside with me, brought me to a climax, then gave me his version of aftercare.
When I got back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my body, I found Alexie was gone. The balcony doors were closed, but the large gift box still sat on the bed.
I had to admit that I was a bit excited to see what Alexie had bought me. It was obviously something to wear. He must have planned on taking me somewhere nice, which would explain how formally dressed he was.
After I pulled the ribbon from the present, I reached forward to open the box. Inside was beautiful golden tissue paper. It seemed too nice to rip apart, so I carefully folded it back to reveal a white crystallized laced bodice.
Gasping, I drugged the dress from the gift packaging. The amazing gown unfurled like a white waterfall of glittering jewels and fine fabric that smelled like roses. It was, hand on the Bible, the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen.
But…
Horrified, I ran over to the floor-length mirror.
“Please be a ballgown,” I whispered.
It was not. It was obviously a wedding gown.
Was this some kind of sick joke?
Before I could have a full-blown panic attack, Alexie came back into the room with a smaller box. He lifted the lid to reveal a pair of white slippers.
“Sorry,malishka. Forgot the shoes in the car.”
After removing the slippers and discarding the box, my captor walked toward me, his eyes darkening with desire as he assessed my nearly naked ass holding the amazing wedding gown.
“You can’t be serious right now.” I stood there gawking at Alexie’s reflection.
He tilted his head in confusion. “Why not?”
“I will not marry you,” I sputtered.
“I did not ask you to.” He stalked closer and gently pulled the dress from my grasp. He laid it and the shoes back on the bed
“You can’t force me to do this. No judge or minister in their right mind would go along with it.”
He smirked. “You must’ve forgotten who I am. My name is Alexie Petrov, and I can do anything.”
“You candoanything, you say? How about you fuck off then. You candothat.”
My captor whirled toward me and grasped me by my upper arms, almost lifting me off my feet.
“Listen to me closely. You are pregnant with my child. You are mine.” He let go of one arm to jab his pointer finger on my forehead. “This mind,” he then ripped the towel away, “this body,” he added, pointing to my chest, “this womb,” he continued as he pointed to the swell of my stomach before moving to cup my mons, “and this pussy is all fucking mine. Say it.”
Mutely, I shook my head.
Alexie shook me as rage overtook his features. “SAY IT!” he yelled.
Startled, I gave into his demand. “It’s yours. I’m all yours,” I whispered.
“So, when I say jump, what is it you Americans say back?”
Choking back a sob, my breath hitched as I mumbled, “How high?”
“Exactly.” Alexie leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. “That’s my good,malishka.Hurry and get dressed. The guards will be here soon to escort you.”
