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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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Her chest rises and falls steadily as she looks at me, her brown eyes gleaming. Each breath deepening the dip in her collarbone.
My breath is shallow as I look down at the goddess of a woman below me, the dreaded Russian seems to submit to me. A smirk pulled at my lips as I moved my hand under the shirt and gently brushed my fingertips close to her breasts.
Anastasia sank her head deeper into the pillow and took a deep breath, I played with her and she became impatient.
I would love to see her lose her composure and fall apart directly under my grasp.
Teasingly, I moved my hand slowly over her breasts, only briefly brushing over her hardening nipples. Her eyes were following my movements, her gaze clouded with lust and impatience.
A quick movement of her leg to switch our position caught my full attention and I glanced down at her in amusement. My hand lunged out and curled around her neck, stopping her movement.
Even with my tight grip on her throat, with my touch shooting sparks through her body, I can see her lips twitch into a small grin.
Tonight, she is mine, mine to fuck and mine to please. And as I looked into her stormy eyes, I realized something: I was hers as well. My lips curled into a sinister grin; this is going to be a long night.
I could feel her pulse under my fingertips, it felt intoxicating and I almost wanted to close my eyes to fully savor it, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.
I bent down close to her face, my crotch no doubt rubbing between her legs. "Lie back down." I commanded her softly, but sternly. My lips were close to the shell of her ear, no doubt enough to nearly get her off.
"Let's take this off, sì?" I looked down at the shirt that was in my way. She hummed, and that was enough for me as I placed my fingers around the neckline of the shirt and ripped the thin shirt off, dropping it on the floor next to the bed.
Fuck.
"Beautiful." I leaned forward again and my lips settled into the crook of her neck, leaving delicate kisses. Slowly, I trailed with my lips over her jaw, up her cheek to the scar next to her eyebrow. "Fucking beautiful." I murmured as I kissed the scar.
Then I continued my way over her neck, my light stubble running over her soft skin as I explored her body. A moan escaped her lips as my teeth scraped against her neck and I playfully bit into the soft flesh. Shortly after, I let my tongue run over the spot, sucking on it and creating a lasting mark.
I lifted my head slightly to admire my work before my fingers roamed over her body. Silky soft skin and perfect curves displayed themselves before my eyes. I've never known how badly my dick could ache to be inside of a woman, until now.
"Tell me to stop and I will." I looked at her, a hungry expression spread across my face, "Tell me to stop."
Her eyes fluttered shut as I pressed another kiss to her soft skin and she shook her head.
