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“Tour? Have you lost your mind? I don’t want to do anything with you again.” I shove the damn clothes out of my way as I storm to the bathroom.
“Tough shit, Princess.” He slams the door open and picks me up around the waist, flipping me over his shoulder. Kick him, and then he throws me on the bed, climbing over me with his thigh holding both of my legs firmly so I can’t kick again. “Listen, you are testing my patience right now.”
“So you’re no different than my father, are you?”
“I’m nothing like that bastard. I told you I wouldn’t hit you, but maybe you need a good spanking.” Roman spins me around, moving faster than I’ve ever seen him do before. He sits on the edge of the bed with my face down in his lap. He pulls up my blouse and then yanks my pants past my ass. “So sexy. This is what you’ll get every time you try shit like you did.”
His hand comes down on my right cheek and then my left. Each flat smack of his palm grazed my ass with a sting that I shouldn’t like, but I did. He’s my kidnapper. Did he plan to kill me like my brother? He goes at it again, and I can’t fight the pure arousal. Two more smacks to my bottom, and I’m so turned on I can’t figure out which way is up, and now I’m crying.
“Have you had enough?” His fingers dip into my pussy, and it flutters all on its own. “Fuck, you taste good when you’re getting your ass ripened.” He pushes another finger inside before bringing them back to his mouth.
“You sick animal.”
“You haven’t seen a taste of the animal I’ve become.” He tosses me on my belly and then yanks my pants down further before dropping to his knees and eating me out from behind. As upset as I am, I can’t fight the orgasm ripping through my tight hole. He grabs my juices, and then I feel him stick it one in my ass. It’s shocking and yet pleasurable. Still, I fight, pushing back for more. “Don’t test me because this cherry hole needs to be filled too. I will own all of you before this is all said and done.” He kisses my ass cheeks before pulling up my pants and panties. “By the way, they did a great job on the clothes.”
“Who cares?” I pant.
“I do. My wife doesn’t wear rags.”
“Wife?”
“Yes. That’s what I said. Tonight, you will be my wife.”
“That’s your revenge.”
“Call it what you will, but tonight you’ll be Katya Semyonova.” He kisses my neck and then my lips. “I’ll never get enough.” Roman adjusts his cock in his slacks which is hard to hide without his suit jacket.
“Are you ready for your tour?”
“I suppose.” My body’s shaking from the orgasm and the revelation. I don’t know what to do, but I’m not going to put up a fight right now.
“That’s a much better answer.”
He takes his hand in mine and leads me out of the room, locking the bedroom before we go. I don’t know how to feel as several men keep their eyes down as we pass them.
“Boss, we have a problem,” Alek says, coming up to us. He shuts his mouth and becomes stoic, looking away from me and back to Roman. They begin discussing something in Russian, and Roman continues to get angrier by the second.
“Have you disposed of our last guest?”
“I have.”
“Good. We’ll have to give him special treatment then. For now, I’m giving my bride a tour of the house. Then I’ll finish my business for the day.”
“Yes, Boss.” I take her hand and bring her toward the foyer. “From here, two staircases lead up to the bedrooms. Down this hall is the kitchen, and then in the other direction is my office. I’ll give you a kitchen tour to meet the head cook and my housekeeper.”
He leads me down the hall, and I see a portrait of a beautiful family with Roman standing beside an older version of himself. He quickly moves past the frame and pushes open the kitchen door. At the stove is a woman about the same age as Olga and another slightly older.
It strikes me that he killed Olga. “He killed Olga,” I whisper to myself.
He leans in and says, “She abused you, and that was unacceptable.”
“Maria, Angelina, this is my bride, Katya.”
“So lovely, like an ice princess.”
“If you are hungry, please say something, and they can have it made up.”
“Thank you,” I tell them, although I refuse to address Roman.
