Taken by the Russian

by Alexa Riley

  “Stop this,” he grinds out, pressing closer.

  “No one would have known if you’d make me yours.”

  “Everyone would have known within nine months, little angel. Once I gave in and fucked you, you’d have been taking my cum morning, noon and night.” Twin flames blaze to life in his eyes, evidence of the danger lurking inside this man who has cared for me for so long. “And make no mistake. You are already mine.”

  Nine months. Nine. He means he would have gotten me pregnant. What about protection? We haven’t even kissed and he’s already talking about me having his children? There is so much that remains a mystery. Except for the fact that I want him. And I know in the deepest part of my heart that Sasha would never, ever do something that wasn’t in my best interest. So I throw caution to the wind and incite his lust more. I want him to give me every ounce of it. “No. I’m not yours yet.” My hands trace the outline of his chest and abdomen muscles as they heave into my palms. “Why don’t you do something to change that?”

  His voice is full of dark promise when he says, “Very well, angel.”

  Those capable hands drop from the shelves, hanging at his sides as our foreheads meet. He rolls them together while his hot breath forms steam on my lips. How long is he going to keep his mouth a fraction of an inch from mine? Oh God. Every second he waits, bolts turn tight below my belly button, moisture collects inside my panties. Finally, his thumbs brush my hips and he grates a string of Russian words. His forehead grinds against mine. And just when I think I’m going to be left in suspense forever, Sasha slides his tongue into my mouth.

  I make the most embarrassing sound and almost hit the floor, like the total rookie that I am. Tongue right off the bat? Isn’t there supposed to be some lip stuff to lead into the main event? Oh…my God. I don’t care. I just want more. And Sasha gives it to me. He catches me by the elbows and drags me back upright, wedging me between his made - of - stone body and the bookshelf, flicking his tongue against mine until I join him, mating our mouths in a rhythm that echoes in my pulse.

  Who is this man? I thought I knew everything about him, right down to his preferred vodka and cologne of choice. I know which of my father’s associates make him stick closer to me when they’re around, his lack of a middle name, that he secretly enjoys watching Ellen. Did I know he could kiss like this? Uh, no.

  His lips are only beginning to slant over mine, his tongue fully invading my mouth with full, sweeping licks, when his hands roam down my backside. This time, they don’t stop with a squeeze of my right cheek, though. No, his rough palms slide inside my panties and grasp both sides of my bottom firmly. Possessively. With a tortured, male sound, the kiss deepens…and my feet leave the ground. My legs move automatically to surround his hips as I’m dragged slowly — so slowly — up the length of his hardness. That private, untouched part of me rides from the root of Sasha’s manhood to the very top, where he keeps me.

  “Some days I don’t know if I’ll survive without these thighs around me. Welcoming me,” he grates. “You jumped into my arms once…long ago. You could barely get your legs around me then, but you tried. You tried so hard. It was almost my undoing, Anya, standing there while you struggled to open them wide enough to fit my body.”

  Flashes of memory bombard from all sides. Sasha’s curses, his flexing jaw. “I remember. You left. You…I didn’t know what I’d done wrong.”

  “Nothing, angel. You’re never anything but too fucking right. I think even your father knew I went home to stroke my cock that afternoon.” His hands knead my backside with intention, and every muscle below my waist constricts, ripping a whimper from my throat. “This vow I made has almost been broken many times. I’d sell my soul to break it right now and slide my dick inside your tight cunt.”

  “Oh,” I blurt, my head spinning from Sasha’s confessions. His filthy speech that somehow sounds oh - so - amazing. “Isn’t that what y - you’re going to do?”

  I don’t realize I’m holding my breath, my eyes gone blind, until Sasha laughs a little against my mouth. There’s only the barest touch of humor in the sound, and an ocean full of agony. And with my clit bearing down on the thick tip of him, I’m totally sharing in that pain. Oh wow. My inner walls are clenching out of control, my thighs squirming around Sasha’s hips. Forget wet. I’m soaked. Can he feel that? He must. I can barely supply oxygen to my lungs and how dare he laugh? How…dare he…wait, what am I mad about again?

  “Look at me now,” he growls, his accent thickening.

  I shake my head to loosen the lust fuzz and focus on familiar gray eyes. Only they’re not so familiar right now. They’re more than a little wild, pupils dilated. “Yes?” I whisper.

  “You will come to understand that I do not break my vows, Anya. I promised to keep you innocent, and soon I will promise to keep you. Period. I will have your pussy at five o’clock and no sooner.” His grip on my bottom strengthens. “Until then, soak me through, little angel.”

  I’m about to question Sasha’s order when he rolls his hips and sparks go off behind my eyes. Like everything else he’s done since our kiss started, it’s sensual and smooth. His impossibly huge stiffness chafes the silk of my underwear in slow waves. Up and back. Up and back. Until I’m gasping for air and digging my nails into his shoulder, thighs shaking. Even my hair follicles are screaming with sensation. Oh God. Oh…

  “Sasha.” My hips tweak to meet his next roll, and I hit my peak. Only it’s not just a peak. It’s the freaking Everest of orgasms, and my ears are ringing with the impact of it, because I’ve been waiting for this man to touch me since I can remember. “Sasha. Don’t stop.”

  “Da. That’s a good angel.” Another sharp roll, only this time he grinds me down onto his steel bulge, sending me into another realm of pleasure I never knew was possible. Straight up into the clouds above Everest. “Make a mess of my pants. Leave me covered in that virgin smell.”

  “Yes. Yes.” I can’t stop shaking, and his dark voice against my forehead, the ownership of his hands that continue to knead me, keep my climax rolling, letting it master me. And the boulder of feeling rocking me to the core knocks loose my deepest secret without warning. “I love you.” I cling to Sasha, working my clenching flesh on his hard lap. “I love you.”

  I only catch a glimpse of Sasha’s flaring eyes before my back hits the bookshelf, his voice rasping in my ear. “Did you just say…” His chest shudders up and down. “Did you mean that?”

  My neck loses power, sending my forehead dropping into the crook of his neck. “Yes. I always have. Always.”

  Triumph and tenderness clash in his usually stoic face. “You have given me heaven, angel. Now I will return the favor.”

  When Sasha peels me off the bookshelf and strides even farther into the dark, all I can think is, there’s more?

  Chapter Four

  Sasha

  The angel loves me.

  This is unexpected news.

  My plan was to prove myself a worthy husband and give Anya the moon, if she so desired. Never in all my imaginings of our life together did I believe she could already love me…at the start. And not at the end, as I’d thought myself crazy to even hope for. As a young boy growing up in a cold home, with a single mother who toiled all hours to put meager helpings of food on the table, I learned that life does not dole out happiness often. Not this kind I’m feeling now, with Anya’s arms wrapped around my neck.

  Like many boys in my neighborhood, I was recruited at a young age by a local Mafiya to increase his ranks. Ranks that constantly depleted due to violence in the Russian streets. On my first assignment at age twelve, I was ambushed by enemies, spending a full week in a basement without food but staunchly refusing to divulge secrets about my boss. Instead, I escaped with valuable information about my boss’s rival. And that loyalty earned me a top spot at the captain’s right hand. From that day forth, I dispensed with enemies to keep my family from going hungry. A part of me never left that basement, though. A part tha
t discovered what a heartless, cut - throat place the world can be.

  Anya has just brought that part of me back to life.

  Nyet. That is wrong. She has been steadily reviving me since I laid eyes on her. But I never believed she could love me already. Not when I’ve only begun to show her the lengths I will go for her happiness.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  Her sweet, satisfied voice in my neck is like nectar from the gods. “Anya, I’ve only begun to pleasure you.” I can still feel her thighs spasming around my hips. Can still hear her whimpering my name, feel her cum drenching my pants. It’s still there, molding the fly of my pants to my pulsing cock. The one that strains to get inside its mate but nonetheless will remain neglected a few more torturous hours. “Your pussy loves Uncle Sasha’s attention, da?”

  “Da,” she whispers, making me smile. “All the da.”

  “This is good, angel. It’s had my attention for years.” Flashes of white sundresses and cartwheels in the grass make my cock ache even worse. “Only my eyes have been able to touch what I needed. We must wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you’ve created in my pants. But we’re so close to completing my vow, I can’t resist a taste.”

  I set her down on a long wooden table at the very back of the library, just as she murmurs, “Taste?”

  I’ve barely managed to subdue my starvation for her cunt to a dull roar, but it overtakes me now, making her pussy necessary for my survival. She squeals a little when I shove her knees apart and slide a hand up between her tits, pushing her backwards on the table. And there it is, beckoning me from her flipped - up skirt, the part of her I dream about. Not a day has passed since I was hired by Anya’s father that she hasn’t flashed it at me, making my mouth water. Whether it was covered in jeans or barely concealed in panties or bikini bottoms, my anticipation of this moment has built and built each time. Finally, I’ll use my tongue on Anya’s pussy. Finally, I’ll know her texture, her sweetness.

  “My mouth will be busy making you cum, so I can’t swallow your adorable noises this time.” I reach up under her skirt and slowly drag the wet little panties down her thighs. “Bunch the hem of your shirt and put it between your teeth.”

  Her fingers are clumsy as she follows my instructions, and something squeezes in my chest. Mine. My angel is clumsy because she doesn’t know a man’s mouth. Someday she will bat her eyelashes at me and let her thighs fall open in our bed, because I will have addicted her to being licked. By me. Only ever me.

  God above, her cunt looks delicious. It’s a fucking feast — tiny though it is — this home for my cock. Smooth, pink and dripping, just the way I’ve imagined it millions of times. She squirms beneath my scrutiny, but I hold her legs open when she attempts to shield herself from my view. “Now now, Anya.” My tongue travels down the inside of her right thigh. “Don’t you dare try and hide this cunt from your Uncle Sasha. It’s his to play with.” The closer I come to her juncture, the wetter she becomes, her smell growing sweeter until I’m groaning and humping the edge of the wooden table, like an uncontrollable beast. “What I’ve imagined doing with your pussy since before you began high school is a crime. But hiding something so beautiful from me would be the worse crime, would it not?”

  I run my tongue through her folds, stopping when I reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my head. “I - I…don’t…w - what?”

  Her words are muffled because of the shirt in her mouth. Or maybe because her indescribable flavor is stealing the function of my senses. I don’t know or care. Just need more. More and more and more of Anya’s gorgeous pussy. Somehow she’s better than I dreamed. Better than the highest plane of heaven, surely. “Spread your thighs as far as they’ll go. Let’s open up those pretty lips so I can lick that virgin bud.”

  Again, she does as she’s told, my Anya, and she’s a thing of extraordinary beauty, her legs open like flower petals, the earth’s finest cunt growing damp at the center. It needs a cock. Needs a cock so bad, I’m rocking the table with my thrusts and my head it starting to lose focus with the need to fuck and claim. Soon. Soon.

  Hooking her knees over my shoulders, I elevate her ass off the table and stoop down to feast on what is rightfully mine. I’ve licked her slow, orgasmed her at a leisurely pace on my dick, so she’s not expecting the speed with which I attack her sweet spot. My tongue whips it, side to side, until she’s gasping, her heels digging into my back. And then I begin massaging the swollen nub lightly between my lips. When her thighs begin to tremble, I know her climax is on the horizon, so I give in to temptation and delve a middle finger inside her entrance. Fuck. Ah God, such feminine tightness will be the death of me. It’s going to take months of riding her before she’s fully broken in. Able to take me any time and place.

  I am greedy for the challenge.

  Hooking my middle finger, I find the roughness that signals her G - spot and I pet it in patient circles, while Anya begins acting quite the opposite. Her muted screams grow louder, her fingers capturing my hair and twisting. “Oh my…my…my G - God.” Her belly heaves, then hollows. “I think…now, now, now.”

  Obsession makes my vision red and fuzzy when Anya goes sailing over the moon, her back wrenching off the table, moisture from her constricting pussy coating my lips and chin. Breathtaking. She’s nothing short of a masterpiece. Pride rips through my chest until I wonder if I’m capable of making it to five o’clock without breeding her.

  Yes, though. I am. If I’m to keep her undivided trust, she must look back on my five years in purgatory and remember I went through hell to remain a man of my word. When I put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, she’s going to be secure in the knowledge that I possess a strength of will no other man possesses. That I am worthy of being her provider in all things.

  I haven’t even begun to get my fill when Anya goes limp, her eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. The animal inside me aches to lick more, draw never - ending pleasure from her body. But I won’t chance more in a public place. If another set of eyes landed on my angel in this condition, I would have to commit murder.

  I fear that would upset her.

  “That was…” Anya whispers, briefly covering her face with both hands, before dropping them. “Wow. You know?”

  “Da.” I lick my lips getting all of her cum I can, sending her a wink. “I know.”

  “Yeah.” She heaves a sigh. “I’m not even going to deduct points for lack of modesty.”

  Gently, I take her legs off my shoulders and slide her panties back into place. Her blush is so fucking sweet it makes me growl, causing her to turn even pinker.

  “Sasha,” she murmurs, sitting up and smoothing her skirt back into place. “How will we…see each other while I’m at college?” She twines her arms around my neck, obviously not noticing I’ve gone stiff at her question. Her smile has always rivaled the sun’s beauty, but the orgasm has made her glow. So now I must add smiling to the list of things she will not do around other men. But I can’t focus on that now, because there’s much to make clear. “Maybe you can come see me on weekends? Or…I can come home. I mean, if…if this is something you want to do again — ”

  “If?” I say, quietly. Dangerously.

  She stops playing with the ends of my hair, and I almost bellow at the loss. “Yes. If.”

  I forget about such trivial things as hair. “If is not a word in my vocabulary when it comes to you, Anya. Only when and how.”

  “Good.” She lays a kiss on my chin, nearly derailing my concentration. Nearly. “I don’t want there to be any ifs, either.”

  “Eksələnt,” I say. “Because there will be none of this college.”

  I catch only a glimpse of Anya’s mouth dropping open before I throw her over my shoulder and leave the library.

  Chapter Five

  Anya

  None of this college. None of this college?

  Didn’t I know something like this was coming? When Sasha said he never intends to
leave me, I should have questioned him further. In the back of my mind, wasn’t there always a belief that he couldn’t simply move me into the dorm and drive away? Furthermore, that it would be so…wrong to part from him, after everything we’ve been through?

  My mother’s death, high school, my driver’s test, college applications.

  Thunderstorms, injuries, loneliness.

  My Twilight phase.

  Sasha was there for it all. The only one who was there.

  Especially now that I know what my body sensed all along wasn’t a fluke…and we are oh - so - freaking compatible…not being with Sasha every day fills me with unimaginable sadness. Not only do I love this man, but there’s no denying he just woke up something inside me. Wild, consuming sensations that I don’t think I can live without. And there’s a beat pounding in my heart, telling me Sasha is the only one in the universe who can give them to me.

  But. Oh, there are some serious buts.

  I stopped trying to make Sasha notice me as something but an honorary niece long ago. No matter what I did, he didn’t seem interested in me beyond my being his ward. A…job. So I threw myself into school work — focused on it hard — and realized a degree is something I want badly. Some day I want to be the one unlocking the library doors and deciding what’s stocked on the shelves. Maybe for a lot of girls, college is a given. But not in my world. If my father had it his way, I would be kept under lock and key until I need false teeth. I fought for this chance to attend school, and I’m not going to compromise one dream for the sake of another.

  Currently, one of those dreams is carrying me down a crowded sidewalk like a sack of potatoes, and fine, the caveman routine might work for me a lot of the time. But not today. Not when the future I’ve worked so hard for is at stake.

  “Sasha!” I scream through my teeth. “We have to talk about this. Put me down. Right now.”