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I stretched and pulled but there was no way to get out of his hold. The brutal Russian was going to have his way with me and there was nothing I could do about it. For all the wrong reasons, his words stuck in my mind. I’d always been afraid of the dark, the creepy crawlies peppering my system any time I walked into a darkened room. How many nightmares had I experienced when I was a child, certain that the boogeyman was going to creep out of the shadows?

Struggling to breathe, I clawed the bedding, wishing I could reach the lamp in order to bash him against the head. I fought to look over my shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the monstrous man and maybe attempt escape again. It was no use. He was far too strong. Even worse, I was completely aroused, my breath skipping. How could I hunger for the horrible man?

“Now, I fuck you.”

When I felt the push of his cockhead against my pussy lips, I closed my eyes, gasping the moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.

“Oh, God…” I couldn’t hold back the whimper as my muscles strained to accept the thick invasion. He was huge, filling me completely. I was shocked at the myriad sensations rolling through me, my heart racing to the point my throat was tight. I tried to think clearly but it was no use. He had a power over me that I couldn’t deny, the crazy urges that embroiled every cell and muscle primal. He was so dominant, refusing to take no for an answer.

Growling, he dug his fingers into my hip, keeping the other firmly clamped around my hair. “So tight and hot.” He pulled almost all the way out, slamming into my pussy again, the force shoving me forward.

He was brutal in his actions, driving hard and fast, taking exactly what he wanted.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Moans slipped up from my throat, the savagery of what he was doing shoving me into a sublime state. Within seconds, I could tell he was shoving me close to an orgasm. I didn’t want to show any level of excitement, to allow him to think he’d gotten the better of me.

But there was no stopping my body’s wretched treachery. When my muscles stiffened, he slowed his actions, grinding his hips back and forth.

“See how your body reacts, the hunger burning deep inside of you? Do you want to come,malen’kiy brat?”

I refused to answer or even nod, doing everything I could to keep my mouth shut. Then the sensations became explosive. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Nikolai pounded into me again, the sound of skin slapping against skin floating into the air around us. His growls were husky, filthy words whispered in Russian. I was drawn into his darkness, allowing myself to enjoy the sinful moment.

How could I?

I fell into a moment of euphoria as the single climax shifted into a second, the splash of electricity shooting down the backs of my legs. “Oh… Yes. Yes…” I wiggled and shifted, meeting every hard thrust with one of my own.

All time seemed to stand still as he fucked me long and hard, plunging in deep, even strokes. Stars in twinkling colors floated across my eyes, their vibrant dancing beautiful. When he finally let go of my hair, I dropped my head, gasping for air.

“The other thing that happens to bad girls in Russia. They get fucked in the ass.”

I wasn’t prepared when he pulled out, placing the tip against my dark hole.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” My scream was cut short the second he pushed his cock inside, hitting then blowing past the tight ring of muscle. The pain was instant and blinding, pushing me to the very edge of my sanity.

There was something so carnal about his actions, even more so than before. A beast had erupted, driving whatever soulless man he’d been before to the surface. There was no sign of the beloved professor any longer, only a true savage hell bent on claiming what he believed belonged to him.

As if he had any right.

As if I’d never be freed.

The thrusts were long and brutal and just as I knew he was close to coming, I heard the deep rumble of his voice one more time, the words haunting.

“Now, you belong to me.”

CHAPTER 7

Nikolai

“Do you know what darkness is?” Maxim asked as he led me up a set of stairs.

“Yes, sir. That’s where nightmares are created. It’s also the safest part of the day.”

I could tell my answer had surprised him. “That’s very true, Sacha. The darkest hours of the day allow you to become anything you want to be. If you want to be a knight in shining armor, you can certainly become one. In our line of work, shadows afford you anonymity, a true gift. However, keep in mind that our enemies will also hunt in those same hours.”

“Who are our enemies, Mr. Federov?”

“Papa. You can call me Papa, Sacha, since I’m now your father. To answer your question,” he said before stopping in front of a massive wooden door, “they exist everywhere. You must always be cautious trusting anything or anyone. Only your instinct can provide the answer to whether or not you can placeyour trust. Always listen to your gut, never your heart. Doing so, that will keep you alive.”