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Chapter 27
Aurora
The moment we’re out of the crate, Misha grabs my hand, and I have to jog to keep up with him.
“Misha, slow down,” I gasp as we practically fly up the stairs.
He stops, and grabbing my hips, I’m thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“I love a caveman,” Abbie laughs as she reaches the foot of the staircase.
I only have time to glance at her before Misha disappears with me down the hallway toward his suite. He swipes the keycard, kicks the door open, and I watch as it slams shut behind us.
“You can put me down now,” I mutter, all the swaying not good for my stomach.
A moment later, I’m tossed on the bed.
Misha wastes no time as he strips out of his clothes. I only get my shirt off before he grabs hold of my hips, and I’m yanked to the edge of the mattress. Like a madman, he rips my cargo pants and panties off, then I’m flipped onto my stomach, and my ass is yanked into the air.
I manage to get my balance on my hands and knees, but it’s all for nothing because Misha slams so hard inside me, I fall forward, and my face crashes into the covers.
“Jesus,” I gasp from the intense burn.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust, pulling out and immediately pounding back inside me.
“Misha,” I whimper.
“Sorry,” he breathes hard. “I have to,” slam. “fuck you,” slam, “now!” He hammers so hard into me, I swear I see stars.
I gasp and claw at the covers, my back hollowing out. Misha’s hold on my hips is biting, and I’m sure he’s going to leave marks on me today.
Growls and groans spill from him, the sounds such a turn-on that my core flushes with arousal.
“Watching your pussy take all of me is so fucking hot,” he hisses as he drives into me.
Remembering how much he liked it when I talked dirty to him, I say, “You’re so big it hurts. Your cock fills me so good.”
He increases his pace even more, and it’s so intense I bite into the covers and scream.
“That’s it, Krasivaya. Take every inch of me like the khoroshaya devochka you are.”
Hearing him call me a good girl in Russian sends me over the edge. I smother my cries and moans in the covers as my body’s overcome with an overpowering orgasm.
It’s too intense, turning me into a sobbing mess while Misha almost sets my pussy on fire from all the friction.
“No more,” I beg.
“I’ll say when you’re done,” he growls. He pulls out, and I have a moment’s relief before I’m flipped onto my back.
He yanks my ass flush with his groin, his cock slamming back inside
me.
My back arches, and I’m weeping for mercy as I whimper, “It’s too
intense.”
“I know you can come again,” he says, breathing hard from fucking me senseless. “Look at me.” My eyes lock with his, then he orders, “You will come again, Aurora.”
His hand slips between my legs, and when he pinches my clit, I almost come off the bed with a cry.
It’s so freaking hot and torturous I fear I might lose my mind.
Moans keep spilling over my lips until it sounds like I’m chanting a prayer.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages me. “Submit to me.”
The fight drains away, and when Misha fills me hard and deep, hitting the spot that’s been torturing me, my whole world explodes into vibrant colors.
I’m unable to scream as the air stalls in my throat. My body tenses to breaking point right before I’m a writhing mess, unable to do anything as painful pleasure seizes me in its grip.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Misha purrs with approval.
His body jerks hard against mine as he finds his release with a roar that sounds primal and sexy.
He presses his face between my breasts as he rides out his pleasure, his racing breaths fanning my heated skin.
In the aftermath, I lie stunned beneath him, my mind struggling to catch up after the intense way he fucked me.
“You good?” he grumbles before he lifts his head.
“I think you broke me,” I whisper, still stunned. “That was intense.” “Are you okay?” he asks again, and this time his tone is serious.
I glance down, and seeing the worried expression tightening his features, I quickly nod. “I’m fine.”
When he starts to pull out, I shriek, “Slower. God, pull out slowly.” The instant he’s out of me, I turn onto my side, resisting the urge to massage my poor vagina. “Jesus, I’m sensitive. Every movement feels like an electric spark.”
Misha climbs off the bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear water run before he comes back with a face cloth.
When he presses it to my vagina, my body jerks, but the cool cloth is soothing. I let out a moan, “That’s so good.”
“Don’t make sounds like that unless you want me to fuck you again,” he murmurs, his tone threatening and his eyes filling with heat.
When he’s done cleaning me, he lies down beside me and pulls me into his arms.
He lets out a chuckle when I just slump over him.
“Don’t laugh. You almost set me on fire,” I grumble playfully, then add, “It was different from the first time.”
Misha presses a kiss to my hair, his fingers lazily brushing through the messy strands. “The first time was out of pure desperation to be with you.”
Turning my head, I rest my chin on his peck. “And this time?”
His eyes lock with mine. Seeing they’re filled with domination and possessiveness, a shiver races down my spine.
“This time, I claimed you.”
I stare at him, and oddly, the words make me feel safe.
“I had to hold back until I got approval. Now that you’re mine, and I got to claim you, there’s no escaping, Aurora.”
Hearing him say my name tells me he’s deadly serious.
For a moment, his eyes turn cold. “I’ll fucking kidnap you if I have to.” Meaning if my father refuses to let us be together, Misha will just take
me.
“Do I have a choice in the matter?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow. “Do you want a choice?”
I think for a moment, my teeth tugging at my bottom lip.
If I’m forced to choose between my family and Misha… could I make such a big life-changing decision?
I’d choose Misha, but my guilt of abandoning my family would make me miserable.
His palm rests against my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “That’s why I’m making the decision for you, moy malen’kiy olen’.”
Even though I know it will be a waste of time to even try, I say, “I could talk to my father.”
Misha shakes his head. “We both know he won’t listen.” He’s quiet for a moment, then he says, “Viktor has a condition.”
“What?”
“Your father has to submit to the bratva.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “So we can’t be together until that happens?”
No.
Misha’s eyes are intense as they bore into mine. “Things might get ugly when I talk to him.”
“Ugly…as in…” my words trail away.
“One of us might not walk out of the meeting,” he spells it out for me.
Pushing away from Misha, I climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I shut the door, and pressing my forehead to the wood, I take deep breaths.
My emotions are all over the place. I can’t lose Misha. Or my father.
My mother would never forgive me.
I have to do something.
When I go home for my mom’s birthday, I’ll just have to face my father.
I’ll tell him I love Misha, and I’ll beg him to submit to the bratva.
Jesus, that’s such a bad idea.
There’s a knock at the door, then Misha says, “Open, Krasivaya.”
I close my eyes, and taking a deep breath, I pull the door open. When I look up at Misha, his eyes are filled with concern.
“Why is my little deer hiding?” He steps into the doorway, and lifting a hand, his fingers wrap around the side of my neck.
My features tighten as I admit, “I hate that I might have to choose between you and my family.”
“I told you I’ll handle it.”
“Yes, but one of you might end up dead,” I exclaim.
Misha yanks me toward him, and pressing his forehead to mine, he says, “I’ll do my best to avoid bloodshed.”
“But my father won’t,” I whimper. Pressing close to Misha, I wrap my arms around him. “This isn’t fair.”
“Nothing in our world is fair, moy malen’kiy olen’. You know this.” The palm of his hand brushes over my hair. “Just leave everything to me.”
Tired of trying to solve this problem, I nod. For the moment, I choose to focus on Misha.
“I love you, mio principe.”
Misha places a finger beneath my chin, and nudging my face up, he looks deep into my eyes. “You are mine. I won’t let anything come between us.”
“What if Viktor changes his mind?”
Misha shakes his head. “Viktor is a man of his word. He won’t.” It makes me feel a little better to hear that.
Misha presses a tender kiss to my lips. “I love you so fucking much I’ll kill to protect you and steal to keep you.”
Pushing up on my tiptoes, I slam my mouth against his.
Misha wraps an arm around me, then I’m lifted from my feet and carried into the shower, where he makes me forget about my problems.