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Using my heat-signature weapon, I scan his black SUV and I look through it, spotting him with the driver.
Drago slows down, attempting to act as if he’s going to move over and let the driver pass, so Fratelli slows and moves behind him. They’re both traveling at forty miles an hour when Fratelli speeds up, tailing behind Drago’s vehicle, ready to hit the bumper and send it into a ditch, but we’re prepared. I take my sniper shot, hitting his tire and sending Fratelli’s vehicle spinning, and then I shoot the engine with several rounds. It comes to a screeching halt, almost teetering off into a ditch.
Four minutes later, I get a call from my future father-in-law. “Son, I have a present I’d like to share with you. How about we have a family dinner at your parents’ tomorrow and then we can celebrate?” We’re closer to Omsk than St. Petersburg so Drago has a long way, but he’s going to take my parents’ private plane with our guest while we take the helicopter home.
“Yes, I’d like that. Should I invite Petrov?” I ask.
“Yes. As I recall, he’d love to crack open this gift.”
“Sounds good.” We end the call, and I fly my princess back to the condo because there’s something I need to do before we can join my family at the estate tomorrow and we have time to spare.
Chapter Eleven
Natalya
We enter the condo in complete silence and my body’s filled with tension, anticipating his anger. He hasn’t said a word since we exited the helicopter on the roof.
He empties his pockets, setting his keys and wallet into a bowl by the door. Then he slides off his suit jacket, revealing his shoulder holsters and massive guns that frame sides. Damn, he looks intimidating and yet my body is burning with lust. “How are your wrists?”
I look at the redness and rub the sore spots. “They’re sore, but they’ll be fine soon.”
He let out a curt, “Good.” I barely draw my gaze up toward him when he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to the sofa. With a swift twist and turn, I’m lying on my stomach over his knees. The cool breeze of my dress flipping over my back and my panties swiftly sliding down my legs shocks me.
“What the hell?” I say, trying to scramble away.
“Did you think that stunt you pulled would go unpunished?” he questions. There’s a heated tone in his voice that sends my pulse racing with desire.
I turn my head to him, lifting one hand so he can see my wrist. “Tying me to a chair wasn’t punishment enough?” I remind him.
He snarls and pops my ass with a hard smack. The sting burns on my soft skin, but then his rough hands massage the heated flesh. “Thank you for reminding me. This is for the chair.You forced my guards to put their hands on you. Do you think I want another man to touch your beautiful skin? You belong to me. You’re my queen, and no one touches you but me. They did it to save your life at the risk of my wrath.”
That’s why they let me leave so easily, and I’m the fool for running. I ran straight into the hands of the devil. If they didn’t come for me, I would have been brutally violated and then dead. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for sorry, little girl. You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, and then you’re going to ride my cock.” I nod. He gives me another spank on my other cheek before roughly massaging the reddened spot, and although it stings and tears flood my ducts, another part of me begins to soak. Holy hell. My thighs slam together.
“No. Don’t close up on me, Princess.” He roughly tugs my thighs apart. Another strike comes down, and this time it’s right on my pussy. I swear I’m on the verge of coming. How is that possible? Squirming against his strong thighs, I hold on as he continues my punishment, delivering a few more blows to my ass, massaging my round cheeks after each spanking.
“So red. My fucking favorite color,” he growls. “Time to see how much you enjoyed your punishment.” He stuffs his meaty finger into my pussy and I clench around it, soaking his digit with how horny I am.
“Ilya,” I moan, pussy fluttering on the edge of an orgasm.
“So ready.” He lifts me off his thick, muscular legs and flips me so my stomach hits the back of the sofa and my knees are on the cushions. “Hold on because I’m not going to be so fucking nice to you. You scared me today; you scared your father today. You put yourself in danger, and I need to feel you.” I hearthe metal from his belt clang as he takes it off and then his zipper before he pulls my hips further back and pushes my head down.
The blunt tip of his cock rubs against my soft entrance, and I nearly scream out as he hesitates. “Forever mine.” With one hand on my hip, he pushes his way into my body, sending his cock deep inside me. My breath catches from the fullness, and I can hardly see straight. He wraps his muscular arms around my chest, bear hugging me as his mouth nuzzles my throat, clinging to me while pumping into my tiny hole. The pleasure of his grip on me is intense, and my orgasm is immediate. I cry out in his arms, unable to hold back.
“That’s it. Let me hear it. I love you, Natalya.”
“I love you, Ilya.” His strong hand grips my face, turning it and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply as his last deep stroke fills me with his seed. We don’t stop kissing until he finishes emptying inside of me.
“Now my son is inside of you.”
“I hope so,” I whisper against his lips. He pulls out of me and then lifts me up, carrying me to the bathroom. He hits the light switch and then sets me on the toilet while he moves to his large shower stall, turning it on.
“We must shower, eat, and rest. Tomorrow, we go to see your parents.”
“Aren’t we going to see yours?” I thought we were going to St. Petersburg.
“Yes, but I care not if my parents know if you’re covered in my scent. I don’t believe your father will appreciate it until you’re my wife.” He smirks at me like he knows how much trouble he’s in and loving it.
