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Natalya
I can not believe that his words bring me such comfort. Many would say I’m insane for ever considering marriage to a man who spent years trying to break me, but I think my perspective changed the moment I learned the reason behind the cruelty he put me through.
He witnessed something no thirteen-year-old boy should ever have to see. His father beat his mother to death in cold blood, and I can’t imagine the rage he harbored deep within since that day.
“When are you going to tell your brother?” He asks.
I swallow hard, as the idea of telling Mikhail I’m pregnant only a few months after graduating from the academy churns my stomach. “Soon,” I say, shaking my head. “They say it’s best to wait until after twelve weeks.”
Alexander gives me a look that tells me he’s not buying my bullshit. “You are thirteen weeks now, princess. And you’ve told all your friends, so that argument doesn’t stack up.”
I sigh heavily. “Okay, I’m just scared to tell him, but I’ll do it tomorrow.”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“The fact you think you are escaping our bed at all tomorrow is rather hilarious. Don’t you think?”
Heat pools deep within my gut at the suggestion that he’s going to keep me in bed all day. My body burning at the idea, desperate for him to make it a reality. “Okay, I’ll tell him as soon as you release me from captivity.”
He pulls me closer. “I think it’s time for me to take you captive right now.”
A shiver races down my spine. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
“Of course you do because you are my dirty little girl, aren’t you?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He grabs my hand and pulls me off the dancefloor and out of the beach bar’s events room. I swallow hard as he leads me onto the beach and down toward our cabin at the edge of the sea.
“Shouldn’t we have said thanks to everyone for coming or something?”
Alexander shakes his head. “They’ll all be here in the morning.”
I arch a brow. “I thought you said we’re not leaving the bed.”
“True.” He chuckles. “They’ll all be here when we finally escape the cabin in a few days’ time.”
I shake my head, as he’s being ridiculous. There’s no way we can survive in that cabin for a few days without at least getting some food and drink.
He stops in front of the door and picks me up suddenly.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you over the threshold, of course.”
I laugh as he does just that and sets me down gently on the four-poster bed in the center of the beautiful beach hut.
It smells of the ocean and roses, and petals are spread all over the bed and floor.
“This place is beautiful,” I say, gazing out of the window toward the moonlit sea twinkling just outside of it.
“Not half as beautiful as you.” He’s staring right at me when I turn over, those beautiful eyes of his alight with desire. “I’m ready to consummate our marriage.”
I lick my lips, which suddenly feel too dry, my thighs tingling with anticipation. “And how do you want me?”
“Naked,” he says, walking toward me and yanking me to my feet. “Turn around.”
I do as he says, and he unlaces my dress, allowing it to drop to the floor. Carefully I step out of it and move it aside as it cost a fortune and I wouldn’t want to ruin it. I toss it onto a chair in the corner just as Alexander spins me around. His eyes dilate as they move down the length of my body and the sexy lingerie I picked out to wear for tonight.
“You look fucking sexy in that underwear. It’s a shame I have to tear it off of you.”
I tilt my head slightly. “But do you?” I ask, grabbing his hand and guiding it between my thighs. The panties I bought are crotchless.
He groans and slides a finger inside of me. “Perfect.” His teeth graze the side of my neck as he inhales my scent. “Sweeter than honey.”
His lips steal over mine suddenly, forcing me to open for him on instinct. Our tongues tangle together in a passionate dance as he pushes me onto the bed, lowering himself with me.
“So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”
I look into his eyes and nod. “Always.”
“That’s my girl.” He tears his shirt off, chucking it to one side. And then he gets rid of his pants and boxers so he’s entirely naked and covering my body with his.
I can hardly breathe as I look into those gorgeous blue eyes, anticipation rolling in waves through me.
“No games tonight, princess,” he murmurs, the hot press of his cock at my center the only warning I have before he impales me with it. He swallows my cries and sucks on my tongue, making me shudder with need.
His body moving above mine with a primal, desperate need to claim me even though I’m already his, mind, body and soul. Alexander has had me for longer than I ever realized in his own sick and twisted way. The day our eyes met across the table in the canteen, deep down I think I knew then.
He grabs my wrists and lifts them above my head, restraining me as he searches my eyes. “I love you, Natalya,” he breathes, his cock throbbing deep inside of me.
Tightness spreads through my chest and up my throat. “I love you, too.”
He moves more slowly with his eyes fixed on mine.
I swallow hard as the emotion in them overwhelms me. “Kiss me,” I beg.
He obliges me as he keeps my hands restrained, pressing his lips to mine. I pour all the love I feel for him into the kiss. Alexander isn’t often gentle, but he’s being gentle, almost tender, right now. It’s hard to correlate this man with the boy who spent years trying to break me.
I moan as he hits the spot inside of me that lights every nerve ending on fire with each deep thrust. I can hardly work out where he begins and I end as he breaks the kiss between us and moves his lips lower over my collarbone.
“You are so damn perfect,” he groans against my skin. “And all mine.”
“Oh fuck,” I murmur as I feel the pleasure heighten and my orgasm rush toward me at the speed of light.
He maintains the same gentle yet deep pace, fucking me right over the edge as he sucks one hard nipple into his mouth and then bites down.
I scream, the pain adding an electrifying edge to the pleasure as I come apart. I make a mess of the bedsheets as I squirt on his cock.
“Fuck, you come so well, nena.” He sounds in awe as he gazes down at me which such admiration it makes me want to explode. His hips moving at the same tantalizing rhythm as he makes me ride the wave of pleasure. “I’m going to give you all my cum as your reward. Would you like that?”
I groan, nodding my head as I can’t find the words right now to reply.
His rhythm picks up as he chases his release, holding eye contact with me as he does. I watch as a muscle contracts in his jaw and then he growls and sinks his teeth into my collarbone, spilling his cum deep inside of me.
We remain like that, Alexander’ teeth embedded in my skin and both of us breathing heavily for a good couple of minutes, both wrapped up in each other and not wanting to leave.
Finally, he moves and pulls himself off of me, rolling next to me on the bed. I roll toward him and place my hand on his chest, gazing up at the beautiful man that is my husband. “What are you thinking?”
He meets my gaze and smiles. “I’m thinking I’m the luckiest man alive to be married to you, Nat.”
I chuckle. “Six years ago, did you ever believe you’d say those words to me? The Gurin girl who ruined your life?”
He shakes his head. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Me neither,” I reply.
He kisses me then, slow and deep, before pulling away. “I’m so fucking glad you are mine.”
“And you are mine,” I add.
He smiles then, nodding. “Of course.” He holds me close and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my head. Slowly I drift off to sleep, knowing that while I’ll never make sense of it, Alexander has been mine since the moment our eyes met. And I’m so thankful I get to spend the rest of my life with him.