Forced Marriage Vows

16. Mikhail

CHAPTER 16

Mikhail

M y eyes rake over Anastasia. She’s standing in the living room, wearing a short blue skirt that shows off her long legs. Her hands are on her hips and her eyes narrowed onto the bruise on the side of my face. I rub my jaw as I step further into the house toward her.

“I got punched, baby,” I say in reply to her question. “How was your day?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not saying anything until you get fixed up.”

And with that, she turns around and heads toward the kitchen.

“I think you get off on patching me up,” I say on a grin, following her into the kitchen where she’s already pulled out the first-aid kit.

She wrinkles her nose. “Ew, no. Fix yourself up then.”

She starts to walk away but I catch her by the hip, lifting her onto the counter. My hands don’t immediately leave her hips. We stare at each other for a couple of seconds before I break the moment.

“You wouldn’t abandon me in my time of need, would you, sweetheart?”

“I would. Without hesitation,” she promises.

But then she’s cracking open the first-aid box and pulling out what she needs to take care of my bruise.

“Who did this to you?”

“Adrian Rossi,” I reply. “The fucker got me in the face before I could react.”

We had a meeting with the Italians today to discuss the upcoming mayoral elections. Considering our respective influence in the city, both organizations have a huge stake in who ends up winning. We were trying to find common ground with respect to our candidate when Rossi got bored and decided to pick a fight.

The subject was, of course, Igor’s elusiveness and Rossi’s belief that I’m not doing enough to catch him. I got angry that he was interrupting the meeting and told him to fuck off. I thought he was leaving until the bastard turned around and socked me in the face.

On the way home, Ivan made a point to tell me that I could have handled the situation better, especially considering Rossi’s volatility. I get it, the man’s mother was brutally murdered. But if he tries that shit with me again, I’ll cut his hand off.

“He punched the Pakhan?” she asks, visibly shocked.

A thrill rushes through me at the sound of her addressing me like that. It’s nice to hear.

“Yeah, he did.”

“Isn’t that, like, super disrespectful?’

“It is.”

“And you’re not angry?”

He ended up apologizing—he was forced to do so by his Don, but what matters is that he did it. It’s getting out of control, though, and I’m not okay with that.

“Of course I am. I’m fucking enraged, but my anger’s not going to do me any favors right now. Rossi never should have dared to strike me, but I’m not in a position to retaliate. He has the full weight of the Cosa Nostra behind him. And I’ve yet to establish full control of the Bratva.”

“Oh,” she says quietly. “Because of my father.”

“I can’t really be Pakhan until he’s found,” I tell her.

She nods, rubbing some ointment on my cheek. It takes a long moment before she speaks.

“You know I know where he is, right?”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t tell you.”

“I know, baby. I wouldn’t ask you to, either. Rossi wants your father dead. And I’d never let you be put in a situation where you’d lead him to it.”

She exhales softly. “Why not?”

“You know why, Anastasia.”

“Shouldn’t you be over it by now?” she asks, mildly frustrated. “You did it. You said it yourself, one of the reasons you wanted to marry me was because you wanted to fuck me. And now you’ve gotten that. I just don’t know what else you want.”

I make sure to keep my gaze locked on hers as I say, “Everything, Anastasia. I want everything.”

She swallows, vulnerable brown eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Tell me to kiss you,” I urge.

She places a hand on my shoulder, her fingers tightening over the material of my shirt.

“Kiss me, Mikhail.”

Everything else disappears when her eyes meet mine. I brush my lips against hers, testing, waiting to see if she pulls away. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but then she responds and something shifts. Her hands slide up to my neck, pulling me closer, and I deepen the kiss, my grip tightening around her waist as I press her back against the counter. Every inch of her fits perfectly against me, and the taste of her… fuck.

“Anastasia,” I murmur between soft, unhurried kisses, “here’s what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to slide my fingers into you, and I’m going to fuck you with them until you’re screaming my name.”

Her fingers tighten around my shirt, a shudder going through her. When I look into her eyes, they’re wide and dilated with lust.

“And then what?” she whispers.

“And then I’m going to drive my cock into you over and over, taking you from behind. How does that sound, baby?” I ask, claiming her mouth before she can reply.

Judging by the moan I swallow and the clenching of her thighs, I’m going to take that as a yes. I lift her up the counter, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I walk us both toward my bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers. As we cross the threshold, I remember something important, breaking the kiss.

“You’re staying the night, sweetheart,” I tell her. “And I don’t want to hear you say anything about scratching any fucking itches. Okay?”

She smiles, running her hands through my hair. “Yes, Mr. Morozova.”

My chest tightens. She has no idea how beautiful she looks in this moment. Everything she does threatens to unman me. She slides down my body, standing in front of me.

“I like the sound of that,” I say, kissing the side of her face, murmuring in her hair. “But I also like the sound of my name on your lips more, baby. Remember that.”

My hands trail down, fisting the mater of her skirt, my fingers gathering it up as she twists in my grip. I reach inside, my fingers stroking at her panties. I can already feel how wet she is through them. Anastasia gasps, her hand landing on my wrist as her eyes fall shut. Her cheeks are flushed and she gasps softly when I shift her panties aside to plunge one finger inside of her.

“Oh god,” she whispers.

“God’s nowhere near this room, solnyshko ,” I say, my thumb rubbing against her clit while I continue thrusting into her with one finger.

“Mikhail,” she grinds out.

My breath catches. I add another finger, marveling at how wet she is. “That’s it, baby. You take me in so well.”

I pump my finger into her and she pants, her moans coming out in short, gasping breaths. Her hips press forward as she grins against my hand. I’m hard as a rock right now, my dick straining against my pants, desperate to thrust into her.

Anastasia’s breathing becomes more erratic and I can tell she’s about to come when her legs start tensing up. I wrap my free hand around her throat, pulling her closer, and as soon as her release starts to coat my hand, I slam my lips to hers, swallowing her moans whole. She clutches my arm through the orgasm, riding it out against my fingers.

We don’t miss a beat as soon as she comes down from her high. I’m still kissing her when she reaches for the buttons of my shirt. I don’t make a move to help her as she undoes each one, only assisting when she slides it off my shoulders. I suck in a sharp breath when her fingers rake across my bare chest.

“I don’t know why I was fighting this so much,” Anastasia whispers as I kiss the side of her face down to her neck. I manage to unzip her skirt, pushing it down simultaneously with her panties. She steps out of them without complaint.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you.”

She kicks my leg for that, causing me to chuckle.

“Easy. If you mishandle me, then how am I going to be able to fuck you?” I ask, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

“I don’t need you to,” she says petulantly, but she lifts her hand so I can take her shirt off.

And then she’s naked before me. My eyes trail over her. Every curve of her body is meticulously defined, crafted to perfection. I huff out a breath, trying not to lose it. She’s mine and I’ll be damned if I ever let her go.

“Liar. Nobody fucks you like I do,” I say, my eyes boring into hers. “I need you to say it, Anastasia.”

“No,” she says stubbornly, her eyes narrowed.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl. Good girls get rewards, don’t they?”

“You seriously need to stop talking about me like I’m a dog,” she states, her nose turned up.

I grin, reaching for her and placing my hands on her hips.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Anastasia? My every thought when I’m away from you is of you. You drive me crazy; you make me hard,” I whisper against her lips. “You make me feel so much, sweetheart.”

Her eyes search mine, her lips parting.

“Say the words,” I prompt, running my thumb over her cheek.

She swallows softly. “No one fucks me like you do, Mikhail.”

“That’s my girl,” I murmur before kissing her.

Together, we manage to take off my pants, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.

“Now you’re going to get on the bed, sweetheart. On your hands and knees. Can you do that for me?”

She bites her lips, her expression tentative before she nods once. My eyes are on her ass she climbs on the bed. I raise my hand to my mouth to suck my fingers, the taste of her coating my tongue. Finding a condom in a drawer, I roll it onto my pulsing cock.

I climb onto the bed as well, on my knees behind her, gathering up her hair in my fist. I run a free hand along her cunt; she’s visibly wet. Very slowly, I push into her, her pussy gripping my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan, wincing when she pushes back to take more of me in, her hips wiggling.

She sighs, a satisfied one that makes me rumble with pleasure. I realize I’m holding my breath, the moment stretching on and on.

“Mikhail, you need to move,” she says softly.

That snaps me out of it. I pull out before thrusting in again, and soon enough I’ve established a rhythm—my hand squeezing her hips, her ass bouncing against me, her back stretched out before me. Pleasure races through my veins as I fuck her as hard and fast as I can and she takes it all. Her soft gasps and moans drive me crazy.

When she goes down on her forearms, I nearly bust my load right there and then. Her ass lifts and my cock plunges in even deeper. I drop my hold on her hair, my fingertips digging into her flesh.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Fuck!”

“Mikhail,” she replies breathily.

My heart feels like it’s about to explode but I keep going. I lean over her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I pull her up onto her knees, her back against me, her hair in my face. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust. Anastasia’s hand drifts down to her clit, touching herself.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I pant, kissing the side of her face.

“I’m yours, Mikhail,” she says, breathing hard.

My entire body surges as I thrust in harder, my mind going fuzzy from the pleasure. My chest rises and falls at an uneven pace. She’s still playing with her clit while I reach for the hardened peaks of her nipples, twisting and twirling each one in turn.

“Come for me, baby,” I whisper.

I feel her pussy clench around me, and in the next moment, she’s screaming my name. I come to the sound of her voice, grunting hard as I release. The pleasure nearly blinds me and once it’s over, I’m on my back, Anastasia against my chest as we both try to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms. I hold her to me, unwilling to let her go. It takes a couple of minutes for our breathing to even out, for our hearts to stop racing.

As soon as she’s calm enough, she’s trying to sit up on the bed. I cock an eyebrow in her direction.

“You promised you wouldn’t leave,” I say in reminder.

She looks up at me with a small smile. “I’m not. I just thought I’d take a shower first.”

“Alright,” I say, sitting up. “I’ll take one with you.”

My dick twitches, the thought of sliding into her in the shower bringing it back to life.

“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” she asks, amused.

“You have no idea, baby.”

She doesn’t protest when I lift her off the bed, carrying her in the direction of the bathroom. We end up taking two showers that night, and it isn’t until I’ve had my fill of her that we finally turn in. The room is quiet and I hold her to me, a part of me unwilling to believe that she’s here with me in this moment.

“I’m not going anywhere, Mikhail,” she says, yawning softly. “You’ve Stockholm-sydromed me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted, sweetheart,” I return with a smile.

My fingers go through her hair in a soft, soothing motion until soon enough she’s fast asleep. It takes a long time for me to nod off, but I concentrate on her soft breathing beside me, her scent, the feel of her in my arms. And then I’m fast asleep, too.