Page 1 of Princess Claimed

Chapter

One

Rasputin

Anastasia is close. Very close. And now that I’ve found her again, this time she will be mine forever.

I thought I had formulated the perfect plan to claim her. Taking the shape of that hideous Mariano, I lured Ana out of that heavily guarded concrete and glass fortress. The night of that meeting, she was so close I could literally taste her—only a long banquet table between us. My plan was elegantly cruel, staging a reenactment of the massacre that killed her family, but there was a flaw in my plan.

I was foolish to involve that foul foursome of blood sucking creatures.

They betrayed me, stealing her for themselves. Stealing my Ana.

For twelve, nearly thirteen days, those four fiends have held her captive under the earth where I could not locate her. Just like that cunning vampire king kept her underground in his lair for a hundred years. But she is above ground again now, and her vibrations, which first drew me to this American city, are growing stronger as she nears this bathhouse.

The four thugs who seized her may have foiled me before, but were easy to outsmart this time. Believing I am Timur, her dead lover, they are literally delivering Anastasia to me.

I tremble, as I fight to control my anticipation, struggling to hold this false form. The demon’s power allows me to take the shape of the dead, but the effort to maintain this likeness zaps my energy, and I detest being inside the form of the undeserving swine who stole everything from me—the blood-sucking creature who stole Ana’s virginity.

My fierce little Anastasia was, and has always been, mine.

She is not yours. She is mine. The demon shrieks in my head, and I fight to remain upright under the crushing pain.

Do not forget our bargain!

“How could I forget?” I cry out, my words strained through the agony that’s been housed inside my head since the day we made our final deal, over a century ago. Agony that has only grown.

“Release my pain,” I plead with the demon. “Her kidnappers will detect my suffering, and it will raise suspicion. If you don’t release me?—”

My pain vanishes—as much as it ever goes away—but my heart continues to race. I must gain my composure. Vampiric creatures can sense beating hearts from a great distance and will certainly sense mine the moment they are inside this room, if not sooner. It’s natural for this Timur creature to feel some excitement at Anastasia’s return, but my current state of agitation is too much.

The vampires cannot suspect I have stolen his dead body’s form.

Anastasia’s vibrations grow stronger, and my cock stiffens. They have arrived but remain outside the building.

Although she’s no longer a maiden, taking her will bring immense pleasure. A release I’ve been waiting for all my life. I was a fool to agree to wait until she turned eighteen to claim her as mine. If I’d known what would happen, I never, ever would have shown such restraint.

My finger is the only part of my body that was ever inside her, and I only thrust it deeply once, something the demon demanded so I could mark her.

Violating her small body drove me wild with need, as did punishing her. But I did the latter to tame her, to train her body for mine. But Ana’s feisty defiance could never be tamed. One of the many reasons I love her and have always needed to claim her.

Claiming her is not about your pleasure! The demon screams inside me. My pain returns, and I grab my head, in a futile attempt to temper it.

You will claim her body, only so I may claim her soul. Pleasure will not be involved. Especially not her pleasure. She will feel only terror and pain. The act must be violent.

“I know. I know,” I mutter under my breath, and the demon releases me from intense agony.

I always assumed I’d take Ana with force the first time. That I’d take her against her will as many times as it took to break her. I fell in love with Anastasia because of how she defied and fought me. How she screamed and squirmed against my punishments that pinked her bare bottom, and how she continued to defy me, even after the consequences of her disobedience escalated.

In contrast, her sisters would do anything to please me, to lessen the force and frequency of their spankings. And when I instructed her sisters to relax so I could slip a hairbrush handle inside their cunts, they complied.

I quickly bored of her sisters.

But Ana always fought back. She’d squeeze her little body against me, trying to keep the intrusion out, helping me to imagine how she’d tighten around my cock. Letting me know how satisfying it would be when I finally got her to yield. But hurting her, truly hurting her as this demon demands, was never what I wanted.

Even when she was a child, I fell deeply in love with Anastasia. I was a fool to wait until she reached the age of eighteen, but if I wanted to claim her forever, I needed to charm her parents. And charm them I did.

The Russian aristocracy, jealous of my influence over the Czar and Czarina, made many attempts to discredit me, to remove me from court, to kill me.

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