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~Katerina's P.O.V~
I should regret what happened last night, I should hate myself for how much I begged for the man who murdered my family, I shouldn't have given into his touch.. I fucking needed it like I need food or water. I needed his touch, and I just needed him.. My husband.. Alessandro Morettie. The unfamiliar warmth of his arms wraps around my waist with ease, pulling my bare back to his stone wall chest. "Good morning," he mumbles groggly into my hair. "Good morning." I return, feeling the heat spread through my body from his touch, "This is where you belong Katerina, in our bed, and in my arms." My breath hitches in my throat; our bed. His words ring through my head, slowly registering with me. " You think one night means all is forgiven?" My voice fails me falling into a sweet feminine tease rather than the stern snap I was looking for. "You still fight me, even after last night. You never fail to surprise me, Kitten." Kitten... the pet name has me purring in his arms, leave it to Alessandro to find a way to use Kat and turn it into something I adore.
His hand travels up my torso, his calloused hand rough against my bare skin coating my body in goosebumps. His hand wraps around my throat with his face still buried in my hair,inhaling my scent; a feral growl eminates from his throat "I can make you happy baby, I can keep you safe, I can show you what it means to have power Katerina.. That shit Uncle wouldn't have been able to hide you from me and that little shit you were so fond of, well we both know he couldn't keep you safe or even keep you the way I do." My body relaxes into his touch, yearning for more to make up for time lost between us, my eyes flutter closed when his lips trail the base of my ear "I can take care of myself, I need Noone. Not you, not Alexei, and not Dimitry." His other hand travels south of my torso, stopping just above my heat."I never said you needed anyone, Katerina, but I know you want me, and I can prove it. I bet if I slide my fingers between those sweet folds, I'll feel just how bad you want me."
Before I can protest, his hand is between my legs, his fingers gliding between my lips rolling my arousal around my aching bead. A wave of pleasure courses through my body as his fingers make their way inside me. "That's what I thought." he breathes, pressing his hard on against my back."How do you know I'm not thinking of someone else? Maybe I wasn't working at the coffee shop all those nights." The grasp on my neck tightens before his fingers slide out of me, leaving me wet and ready to beg for more. "You're fucking testing me Katerina" he growls releasing me from his grasp... Fuck. The warmth behind me disappears and I suddenly feel colder than I should for it being mid July. "I got one for you my wife." My stomach sinks with warning in his voice "what?" I question, turning to bring my gaze to his but when I turn he's already watching my body from the edge of the bed, dick on full display along with the dark arts tattoos littering his toned body just barley covering the scars lying beneath them. "Since you don't seem interested in fucking me I'll fuck someone who wants it and you'll watch. You'll watch me eat her pussy till she screams, finger her till she squirts, and fuck her till she's numb and pumped full of my cum."
My gaze shoots to his burning bright with a challenge "You wouldn't" I grind out between my teeth "I would and you know I would." He's right. I know he would which is what makes me sick to my stomach when I think of him, he's nothing but a fucked up asshole who needs pussy and fear. "If you touch another women, I'll kill her. Gut her like a fucking whore and then I'll come back for your dick." his gaze clouds with lust brining a cocky smirk to his face "I like when you talk dirty to me Katerina." before I have a chance to say anything else he's under the covers, crawling between my legs spreading them wide before putting them over his shoulders. "fuck!" I moan feeling his warm tongue flick against my clit "Oh fuck." he growls against my pussy before lapping his tongue over my pussy, my hands fly to his hair grabbing ahold of what I can.
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Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit
RomanceKaterina Petrov, a 23 year old woman working in Miami at her coffee shop selling morning coffee and a little kick under the table to the local dealers. Katerina's uncle Alexei has been taking care of her since she was six after her parents died in...