How will my sweet and sincere wife react when she finds out?
Besides, my family has a bad habit of barging in, and I’d hate to have to gouge out my own brothers’ eyes for looking at my wife. That’s how I feel about this woman. Possessive to the point of obsession.
I wrap her thick curls around my fist and drag her down, pushing deep into her throat. She gags. “You can take me, kitten. That’s right. You feel so good deep throating my cock. Your lips are so fucking pretty wrapped around my shaft.” I grit out these words through clenched teeth. I could come again but I won’t, not this way. When I reach the limit of my control I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her off me. Sierra blinks at me in confusion. “Ride me.”
She scrambles to obey, straddling my thighs and teasing the head of my cock through her creamy folds. I need her wet enough to take me. She sinks down, inch by inch. Her skin flushes beneath the dusky shade of her skin. I should have seen it when I kidnapped her—she isn’t Russian. Her features are delicate and distinctly Hispanic. In my haste to escape with her, I didn’t pay enough attention. I was blinded by the gorgeous curve of her ass.
I clutch her hips as Sierra’s body undulates above mine. I palm her tits. Fucking incredible. Her velvet pussy clenches around me. The need to come again consumes me, but I’m driven by a deeper need to take her virginity in every way possible. Mark her as mine. Forever.
Untouched by anyone but me.
The thought nearly undoes me. I ease her off me. She bites her lip. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. You’re perfect, kitten. Turn around. On your knees.” She slides off me, wincing. She may be eager but she’s a virgin, and I’m pushing her hard with my big cock. She’ll be sore. I should be gentle, but she likes it rough, and I aim to please.
I stroke her dripping pussy, dragging the wetness up her slit and circling her tight puckered asshole. A shudder courses through her. I pull more wetness from her, coating the sensitive place. Unhurried, I kiss the rim of her ear. Nip the spot beneath the delicate lobe adorned with simple gold hoops.
“I want to fuck you in nothing but diamonds and those heels you had on when I stole you,” I murmur, palming her breasts with my free hand. Sierra twines one arm up around my neck and kisses my cheek.
“You can fuck me whenever and however you want to, Nik.”
I reward her with a soft kiss. Our tongues dance. I press the head of my weeping cock against her last virgin hole and tip my hips forward, bracing her with one palm on her sexy belly where soon, my son will grow. She whines, tensing against the intrusion.
“Bear down,” I say encouragingly. Her hair sticks to my chest. My heart beats so hard I feel my ribs rattle inside my chest. Sweat sheens my skin. We inch forward, fraction by fraction. Her features pinch in pain and ecstasy. With a sudden rush, my tip eases past the tight ring of muscle. We sigh in a mutual rush. Blood rushes through our bodies so fiercely I can hear theecho of her pulse within my own chest. Tenderness fills me.
I push forward without warning, deepening the intrusion. She groans. I grasp her breasts with both hands and fuck her ass mercilessly. Sierra is lost in a deep trance. I bring one hand down to her pussy and slide three fingers into her, pumping in time with my thrusts.
“Oh, Nik,” she cries out, digging her nails into my forearm. “I’m coming. Please…I…”
I sink my teeth into her nape, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure as her body clenches around mine. Her walls squeeze my fingers. Her ass tightens around my cock. My vision hazes as I come, and come, spilling everything I have into her glorious ass.
We return to our trembling, spent bodies transformed. She is mine in every way, now, and I intend to make this last forever. In the silence after, I pull her against my chest, brush a kiss to her temple, and then bring her hand with my sister’s ring on the fourth finger, to my lips, and kiss that, too.
“You’re mine, Sierra Orlov. Forever.”
Her gentle snore is the only response.
8
SIERRA
I awaken to the sound of my phone ringing insistently. Alone, in an unfamiliar bed, with my body aching from head to toe, I sit up, disoriented.
Nik.
Married.
Work. Oh, shit, what will I tell my boss? I was supposed to be onsite by now. The car and I are both missing. My boss will be furious.
I scramble to find my mobile phone with the cracked screen. Already, I’ve missed six calls. Two from my supervisor at the cleaning company, three from my partner who was sick yesterday, and one from my estranged sister, Rae. People must be worried if they actually contacted her.
With shaking fingers, I hit the dial icon.
“You’re alive after all,” my boss snaps. “Where are you? You were supposed to be in Beverly Crest hours ago. Where is the car?”
I wince. The time displayed on my phoneis distressingly past the time when I should have been at work. “I can explain,” I say quickly. “I got?—”
Kidnapped or married? Which is the right explanation?