Forced Marriage Vows

13. Anastasia

CHAPTER 13

Anastasia

M ikhail and I are a mess of tangled arms and limbs, bumping into the surfaces of his room as he walks us both backward.

He kisses me deeply before his lips part against mine. “Anastasia,” he breathes.

“No, don’t stop,” I say, kissing him again.

I don’t want him to stop because if he does, I’ll start to question my actions and why I’m here in the first place. I need this. For once, I just want to let go.

He seems to understand, kissing me with just as much desperation. Mikhail’s eyes widen when I reach for the hem of my top, pulling it off to reveal my nipples which are already hard.

He wastes no time bending so that he can pull my left nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

“Holy shit,” I breathe.

I catch a smirk on his face as he turns his attention to the right nipple, showing it the same exact love and care.

He secures his arms under my ass, lifting me up, and then backs up slowly until he reaches the end of the bed. Right when I think he’s going to lower us down, he turns and drops me on my back. I don’t even get a second to find my bearings before he pushes me up toward the headboard.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Anastasia,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming the length of my body. He watches me like a predator watching his prey and I’m too far gone to be scared of the look in his eyes. “Take it all off, sweetheart,” he commands.

I blink, having a hard time understanding, especially with his piercing gaze on me.“What?” I ask breathlessly.

“Your clothes, Anastasia. Take them off.”

I’m not a shy person. I’ve always been proud of my body, but right now I feel oddly self-conscious due to the way he’s looking at me. Mikhail notices the blush on my cheeks. He smiles before leaning forward and brushing a thumb across my cheek.

“You’re beautiful, Anastasia. Every inch of you is perfect to me. Every inch of you drives me crazy,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“How crazy?” I ask on a soft breath.

“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”

This time I do as he asked, removing the skirt and thong I’m wearing. Mikhail smiles before climbing onto the bed. He starts placing kisses along my body, starting at my ankle and moving all the way up to my thighs.

“I want to taste you so bad, solnyshko ,” he says, his voice filled with yearning.

I lie flat on my back, anticipation coiling through me. “Go ahead.”

I squirm when he kisses my inner thigh. Fuck, I need his mouth on me right now. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on the brink of ruin. He chuckles and I feel his breath against my sex, so close to where I need him and yet so far away.

Chills roll up every surface of my body when his tongue breaches my center. I come alive under his attention, hungry for everything he has to give me and even more after that.

“Oh god,” I moan.

I run my hands over his hair, down his face, needing to touch him. To feel more of him.

He latches on to my clit with his tongue, sucking until I’m a whimpering mess. My hands fall from his face and fist the sheets tightly, trying to keep a firm grasp on reality, but it’s too late. I’m so far gone.

His fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of me until all either of us can hear are my cries of pleasure.

“Oh my—fuck yes! Just like that,” I cry out.

He hums his acknowledgment, sending a buzzing sensation over my pussy.

“I-I’m going to come,” I tell him on a short gasp.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he abruptly stops.

“Not without saying my name, solnyshko ,” he says softly.

My teeth clench. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Say my name, Anastasia,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing over my pussy.

“Make me.”

A devilish smirk crosses his lips. “You asked, sweetheart.”

He dives back in and in no time at all I’m right back to where I was before he cut me off, writhing and moaning as he takes me to an edge I’ve never been to before. But again, he intentionally cuts me off right before I can fall over it.

“You asshole!” I yell.

“You know exactly how to make it stop,” he drawls. “Just say my name, baby.”

My legs start to shake and my back practically levitates off the bed. “Fuck, Mikhail,” I scream, using the last bit of my energy to give him what he wants.

I’m coming in the next breath and he continues to lap at my pussy, sucking and fucking me to oblivion. He gives my pussy one final swipe before kissing my inner thigh and sitting back on his haunches. Very slowly, his tongue darts out to slide over his lips.

“How was that, solnyshko ?” he asks with a self-satisfied smirk.

“I hate you,” I whisper, my body still lying limp on the bed.

Mikhail slowly starts taking off his clothes. “You won’t be saying that in a couple of minutes when I’m buried inside of you,” he promises.

Despite feeling thoroughly and truly fucked, my body still reacts to his words, my core tightening.

Oh god.

He takes his shirt off first, giving me a view of his toned, muscular chest before his hand goes down to his boxer briefs. I swallow as I watch him slowly pull them down, his long hard cock bobbing out. It’s a really nice-looking cock. The urge to take him in my mouth and make him feel as good as he made me feel hits me. But judging by the crazed look in Mikhail’s eyes, I don’t think he can wait for me to do that.

He watches my reaction carefully with a smile and then he’s reaching for his beside drawer.

“Put it on me, baby,” he says handing me a condom.

I don’t hesitate to sit up, collecting the condom and tearing the wrapper. Once that’s done, I slowly side it over his dick. I feel him shudder once he’s completely sheathed.

“Good girl,” Mikhail praises before kissing me hard.

He lets out a humph of surprise when I suddenly break the kiss, pushing him onto his back on the bed.

“Go on, sweetheart, ride my cock,” he prompts with a grin.

Very slowly, I take him in, inch by inch.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. “Keep going, take all of me.”

I revel in the feel of him stretching me, and when our hips connect, I take a moment to appreciate the full weight of him inside me.

He leans up to give me a quick kiss and I hate the way my heart races under his attention. He’s getting under my skin. I know he is, and I’m helpless to stop it. He moves his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Now, I need you to move for me.”

Your wish is my command.

I slowly lift my body so that I’m only sitting on the tip, settling forward so my breasts are in his face, and then I slam back down and rotate my hips. Mikhail’s lips part as he grabs onto my hips.

“Holy fuck, that feels amazing,” he groans.

There are no words exchanged between us after that, only moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, setting a new pace that drives me crazy.

Soon enough, I can feel the dam within me about to burst once more. I lift my eyes to his blue ones shakily.

“Mikhail,” I say in warning.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Let go,” he encourages.

My mouth falls open in a silent scream as I come once again, my orgasm barreling through me. My walls clench around him once, twice, and then he’s grunting as well, his hands digging into my thighs as he finds his own release.

I fall beside of him on the bed and he pulls my body to his, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Alarm bells immediately start ringing in my head, telling me to get up and get out. That I should walk away before this goes any further. But my heart is willing me to stay in his arms. Where I feel safe for some reason.

He kidnapped me and forced me to marry him, and yet I feel safe in his arms. Thankfully, I’ve always been the girl to follow her head over her heart, and I slowly detangle myself from him. Mikhail frowns when I rise to my feet, searching for my clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asks, sitting up on the bed languidly.

His hand is draped across the headboard and he looks delectable. I almost want to jump back into bed but I can’t.

Make the smart choice, Anastasia.

“I asked you a question, wife,” he repeats.

A thrill rushes through me at that. And I hate that it does. I hate that some part of me likes it.

“I’m not your wife,” I state, my lips pulled down into a frown.

He arches an eyebrow. “The ceremony we had today begs to differ. Come back to bed,” he orders.

“No.” I shake my head, gathering my clothes. I pretend not to notice the heat simmering in his eyes as his gaze trails over my naked body. “We had an itch to scratch, and we scratched it. And now I’m done.”

“I can assure you, sweetheart, we’re not done,” he says, not sounding impressed in the least.

“I’m not doing this with you. Not anymore,” I say in exasperation.

He stares at me for a couple of seconds, his expression calculating. Finally he shrugs, running a hand through his hair.

“Alright, fine. You can go, solnyshko ,” he states.

I arch an eyebrow in disbelief. I really expected much more of a fight from him.

“Stop looking at me like that, baby. I’m not going to make you stay if you don’t want to. You can leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I grab the rest of my clothes, throwing my shirt over my head and then pulling on my skirt. When I look back at him, he’s staring at me with heat in his eyes, a promise in them I know he’s prepared to fulfill without hesitation. As long as I jump back into that bed with him.

“Good night,” I hesitate before adding, “Mikhail.”

He smiles. I’m starting to realize I actually hate his smiles just as much as I hate the rest of him.

“Good night, baby,” he tells me.

I turn around, heading for the door. He speaks before I can turn the knob and open it.

“Anastasia, just so you know, I’m a very patient man. And I’m incredibly adept at playing the long game.”

I roll my eyes. Deciding not to respond, I wrench open the door and walk out of the room before my common sense fails. Or worse, I listen to that horny part of me between my legs that’s just begging for another round with the devil himself.

When I wake up the next morning, I find a package on the other side of my door. It’s a box, wrapped neatly with a bow and a card on top. I frown as I pick it up, carrying the box into my room and setting it down.

The card reads: Here’s a little reward for being such a good girl last night, solnyshko. There’s plenty more where that came from. All you have to do is ask.

My jaw clenches as I read the words over and over again. He’s such an arrogant asshole. After glaring at the card like it’s the man that wrote it, I decide to check out what’s in the box.

Inside, nestled in layers of soft, protective foam, is the camera I’ve been wanting to get.

My breath catches in my throat as I pull it out, the sleek body glimmering under the light. It’s a top-of-the line model, the kind of camera professional photographers would kill for. I run my hand over the smooth dials.

“Holy shit,” I breathe.

My first thought is that it’s too much. This camera is crazy expensive. Then I remember Mikhail is a billionaire with enough money to throw around. It’s a really nice camera and it’s not like he would let me return it. Plus, my mind is already thinking up all the things I could use the camera for. But for me to do any of those things, I need to leave the house.

Letting out a quick breath, I grab my phone and send a text to Mikhail. He could still be at home but I don’t think I’m ready to face him yet, after last night. I’d rather just hide behind a phone screen.

Me: Thank you for the camera.

Mikhail: You’re welcome.

Me: Also, do you remember when you said I could leave the house anytime I wanted after the wedding?

Mikhail: Vaguely.

My lips twitch.

Me: You promised, Morozova. I want my freedom back.

He sends me a sighing emoji followed by him agreeing to my request.

Mikhail: Fine. You can go out. I’ll ask two of my guards to accompany you. Be safe.

A part of me wants to tell him that I’m probably safer away from him. But that’s really not true, and it’s time I stopped lying to myself.

It’s another reason I need to get out of this house. My feelings are so complicated and entangled, I don’t know where to even begin understanding them.