Page 40 of Forced Marriage Vows

“If you want something, you know where my door is.”

I reach for the side of her face, brushing some of her blonde hair away, my touch light and soft. When her breath hitches and I spot desire in her brown eyes, I know I’ve got her. There’s no way she lasts through the night.

Turns out I was talking out of my ass because by the time night falls, I’m pacing the length of my room, being driven crazy by the thought of her being so close to me. She’s a few rooms down the hall. I could have her in my arms in mere seconds.

This desperation is something I am entirely unaccustomed to. I have never felt like this toward any woman ever. But I manage to stop myself. I know if I went to her door now, she would let me in, but I’m not ready to accept defeat just yet.

An hour goes by, then two.

Just when I’m about to give in and go to her, there’s a knock on my door. I open it slowly, leaning against the doorway as I stare at the woman on the other side

“Hello, wife,” I drawl.

“This isn’t me admitting defeat,” she begins.

“Of course.” I nod in agreement.

“And it doesn’t mean I like you or anything,” she continues. “This is just two people who are attracted to each other. You said it yourself. You think I’m hot and I think you’re hot, too. We’re both simply scratching an itch.”

“An itch,” I repeat dryly. “So basically, you want to use me. Am I right,solnyshko?”

She swallows softly. “Do you not want me to?”

“All I want is for you to come into this room so I can fuck you hard enough that you forget your own name.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “That’s unlikely. But I’m always up for a challenge.”

Still, she doesn’t cross the precipice of my doorway. She seems almost hesitant.

“Anastasia,” I prompt.

She searches for something in my eyes, and the moment she finds it, she exhales deeply.

“Screw it,” she says as pulls my face down to hers.

CHAPTER 13

Anastasia

Mikhail and I are a mess of tangled arms and limbs, bumping into the surfaces of his room as he walks us both backward.

He kisses me deeply before his lips part against mine. “Anastasia,” he breathes.

“No, don’t stop,” I say, kissing him again.

I don’t want him to stop because if he does, I’ll start to question my actions and why I’m here in the first place. I need this. For once, I just want to let go.

He seems to understand, kissing me with just as much desperation. Mikhail’s eyes widen when I reach for the hem of my top, pulling it off to reveal my nipples which are already hard.

He wastes no time bending so that he can pull my left nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

“Holy shit,” I breathe.

I catch a smirk on his face as he turns his attention to the right nipple, showing it the same exact love and care.

He secures his arms under my ass, lifting me up, and then backs up slowly until he reaches the end of the bed. Right when I think he’s going to lower us down, he turns and drops me onmy back. I don’t even get a second to find my bearings before he pushes me up toward the headboard.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Anastasia,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming the length of my body. He watches me like a predator watching his prey and I’m too far gone to be scared of the look in his eyes. “Take it all off, sweetheart,” he commands.

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