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It slams into me, Maxim called me Milos’s obsession. Closing my eyes, I’m struggling to make sense of this. Only I don’t get time.
“Good morning,kotyonok, how are you feeling?” Milos is leaning against the door jamb, unconcerned in the slightest over me finding the pictures.
Something about how nonchalant he is pisses me off. “All this time? You lied and manipulated me and my entire life to fit what you wanted.”
An eyebrow goes up. “What exactly did I do that was so wrong? Was it when I didn’t go to your father the way I could have and tell him I wanted you, knowing he would force you into a marriage? You weren’t prepared for marriage. You had life you still needed to live. Instead, I paid for your education, ensuring you fulfilled your dream, and waited patiently for you to finish. While I did that I paid for a home, your phone, your car, your food, everything you could need to make you happy. Was that manipulation? Or was it when I paid for your mother’s medical treatment? Or maybe while I was there for you at her every treatment where I could be, and still not come on her radar and your father’s so that you could finish schooling?”
His phone rings.
“Don’t answer that,” I demand. No, I’m tired of that fucking phone.
His beautiful face an emotionless mask, he pulls it from his pocket and answers it.
Shaking my head, I push past him out of the closet. “Fuck you, Milos.”
I don’t make it two feet before he grabs my arm and uses it to toss me on the bed. I’m on my back, watching him as he undoes his belt and pants then comes down on me. The fucker isn’t even undressing completely? “No,” I push at him. “I fucking hate you right now. No!”
One hand easily takes both of my wrists in hand. “If you already hate me then what do I have to lose, other than this hard cock you gave me?”
I’m flipped onto my stomach flat on the bed. A hard hand begins spanking furiously. I don’t dare cry out, hating him and my body for responding to this—to him.
Five smacks to each cheek, then he yanks my ass up and slams into me. Oh god, it hurt so much. Too big, too much, I’m not wet enough. I bury my face in the bed and scream from the pain. Milos doesn’t care, he fucks me hard. When he slips his thumb into my ass I moan no.
Bastard, no!
As if my no was a challenge, he pulls out of me. Oh god, he’s pushing his huge cock into my ass. It doesn’t matter he’s spent a week fucking my ass with his fingers—they don’t compare to his cock. It won’t fit, it won’t fucking fit.
Milos won’t listen. He pushes deeper and deeper until he’s several inches inside me, then slams hard and fast all the way in. A rough hand is around my throat, pulling my head back. “I fit.” He growls. “You never tell me no.”
Shaking my head, I want so badly to fight him only I can’t. He begins moving now, small strokes out then back inside. It hurts so much. I’m pleading for him to come, just come and leave me alone.
His thrusts are harder, faster, so deep he steals my breath. Close, how can it be when it hurts so much? More, please, more fuck me, I’m pleading.
Milos pulls all the way out then thrusts deep inside my cunt and spills into me. His hand tightens around my neck. “I told you, only your cunt gets my seed. And you told me to come and get it over with.”
He lets me go. I sink into the soft bed, crying, unable to believe what he did.
A hand goes into my hair, pulling my head back. “You are my wife. Mine. You belong to me. You’ve belonged to me from the beginning. Do not fucking start with this shit again. You are exactly where you are supposed to be. Where you want to be, if you would get out of your fucking head. Tell me you hate me again, I swear to you I will give you valid fucking reason to hate me.”
Letting me go, I watch through tears as he zips himself up and walks away without looking back.
There goes my hope that maybe I was wrong, and those four years of waiting meant he loved me after all. It was as his brother said, an obsession. He saw me, wanted me and believed I was his possession. The same as the huge condo he gave to his brother, like he was giving him an extra thing he didn’t need anymore. How long until I’m the extra thing he doesn’t need? In five or ten years? Once I have his two point three children? Thank god I got the birth control shot.
Milos
Ivan’s faceis mottled an unbecoming red. “She’s my daughter. I’m taking her home with me. You’ve taken my father from me. You will not—”
“She is Nikita’s wife. His woman. He will not let her go.” I nod to Peter he can enter my office. “Give it to him,” I tell Peter.
“What is this?” Spittle flies from his mouth.
“It’s a marriage license. Nikita and your daughter were married the day they arrived in Chicago. She wanted to marry him before you went back to New York, she had a feeling you would pull something.” I was just glad a woman was married into this family with her being aware of it and not feeling forced—third time was it after all.
His brown eyes swim with hatred. “He took what wasn’t his to take.”
I shake my head, amused. “Says the man who handed his daughter over without a murmur. You didn’t care who she was going to, Aleksander or Nikita. All to please your papa. He’s dead now. Learn from his mistakes or you’ll come to the same end.”
Pushing off his chair, he leaves without another word.
