The marriage was supposed to be fake. Then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his bed.
Sergei Petrov is about to become one of the richest men in the country, and while this Russian mob boss is counting his cash I’m scraping together pennies to pay for my mother’s care facility.
So when I overhear a conversation that I suspect he’d want to know about, I bring the information to him. But instead of paying me, he proposes a much more intimate arrangement.
Marriage.
It’s supposed to be just a façade, but as my new husband claims me for the first time with my ass still sore from a stern reminder that he expects to be obeyed, it all suddenly feels very, very real.
But a deal’s a deal, and eventually we’ll have to stop pretending.
Except I’m not sure we ever were…
Author: Measha Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 59,900 words
Excerpt
He works the buckle of his belt open and rips the strip of leather from his pants, all while keeping his dark eyes fixated on mine.
“Hold this.” He pushes the leather into my palm. “Do not let go,” he orders in such a raw voice, it sounds as though it’s ripping his throat to say it.
I nod and wrap my hand around the warm leather.
“Tell me again, you understand that you’re mine.” He shoves his pants down far enough for his cock to spring free. I feel it pressed against my thigh and when I glance down, I suck in a breath.
He grabs my face with both hands, pulling my attention back to him.
“Tell me, Coraline. You understand that you’re mine.” His voice is as close to violence as a tone can get.
I swallow.
“Yes, Sergei. I understand. I’m yours now.” I nod.
He grabs my hips, yanking them to the edge of the desk where he lines the fat head of his cock against my wet entrance.
I fall back onto my elbows with the jerking movement, but my gaze never leaves his. The slight burn of my ass returns when he cups my cheeks, lifting me up and a new wave of arousal rolls through me.
He mutters something in Russian before he thrusts forward, fully embedding himself inside.
I cry out from the sudden burst of pain it causes. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a man. It feels every bit like it’s my first time, but he claims my lips, steals my scream as though it feeds his desire.
He pulls back then plows forward again.
“Sergei!” I yell his name, but the pain lends way to more desire, more craving, more… I just want more. I’ve never wanted anything like I want him to go harder.
Over and over, he thrusts into me. I push the heels of my feet into the desk, trying to get enough purchase to push up into him. It’s a frenzy, trying to claim him while he’s completely consuming me.
I’m in a complete haze of arousal as he continues to fuck me.
“Cora.” He growls my name as he wraps one arm around my waist and holds me while fucking me even harder. I’m rendered senseless; all I want is the next thrust.
His hand wraps around my throat and he pushes me back to the desk until my back is flat. With his free hand, he brushes his thumb over my clit.
I cry out.
Yes!
More of that.
All of that!
He continues to rub my clit, and just like last night, my body unravels for him. The coil is getting tighter and tighter in my core. I’m going to explode.
“Sergei,” I whine his name, like I need something from him but I don’t know what it is. I have no sense of my own thinking, only that there is a void that needs to be filled.
Letting go of my throat, he yanks my shirt up and pulls the cup of my bra down until my breast falls free.
“Be my good girl, Coraline. Come for me.”
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