Page 25 of Ruthless Heir

“The whole world will know who you belong to,” Mikhail hissed. “No one will dare lay a hand on you. No one but me.”

With that, he spun her around so that she was facing the window. Her stomach dropped for a moment as she was confronted with a sweeping view of Las Vegas from above. The sun was just barely beginning to climb into the sky. The city was still dark, except for the flickers of neon light here and there. The city streets were as small as veins, the cars on the road like children’s toys. Annika could see the whole city laid out in the pale light of early morning, and the desert beyond it. She could hardly believe that, just hours ago, she had been out there in the middle of that desert, terrified and alone.

Now, she was on top of the world, and Mikhail was kissing his way down her spine as she arched against the window. Her tits were plastered into the glass as he pressed against her from behind. His hard cock strained and twitched as he guided the swollen head to her dripping heat. She waggled her hips to meet him while he pushed into her. One of his hands slid up her back to wrap around her hair. The other groped her ass, smacking it hard as his cock slid inside of her. Annika whimpered, feeling her pussy clench around his thickness. He reared back, pulling almost completely out before ramming back in so hard that she felt her ass jiggle. Mikhail gave it another resounding slap, and Annika thought gleefully of the mark it would leave. He pumped into her hard and fast, making her moan and tremble.

“That’s right, baby,” he growled, squeezing her cheek hard. “Tell me how it feels.”

Annika was breathless, her body heat steaming up the glass window. She braced herself with both arms and looked back at Mikhail over her shoulder. They locked eyes while he pounded her pussy with abandon.

“Your cock… feels so good… inside of me,” Annika choked out between gasps.

“Nobody else could ever fuck you like this,” he snarled.

“No one,” she agreed. “No one but you.”

“Look at you, so beautiful, so ripe. Mine for the taking,” he grunted.

His thrusts were getting harder and more erratic now. He fucked her like he knew her body better than she did, like he understood how to take her to the very edge and no further. He was in total control, even as Annika’s internal muscles squeezed his cock closer to climax. He reached around to rub her slick mound with two fingers while he fucked her from behind.

She was so damn wet, her juices rolling down her thighs and dripping on the polished hardwood. Sweat beaded down her back. Her whole body was on fire, every cell screaming with pleasure. Every touch was intoxicating. Even the friction of her breasts against the window made her nipples stiffen to pink peaks. Pleasure rolled up and down her body. She was exhausted, almost to the point of collapse, after the intense couple of days they’d had. But she didn’t care if she blacked out. She didn’t care if Mikhail’s cock finished her off for good. If this was her death, she was happy to accept it. Especially with another orgasm tingling just on the other side.

Annika gasped for breath, pushing back to meet her lover’s thrusts. Mikhail smacked her ass harder than before and gripped her hip so tightly she could feel his fingertips bruising her skin. And she loved it. The rougher he got, the better it felt. She loved being a fuck toy for him, a willing receptacle for his precious seed.

“Ahh, fuck,” Mikhail grunted. “Stay right there,malyshka.”

He grasped her hips, holding her still while he pounded her pussy. Annika cried out as the world went bright white. Her body erupted with the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. She gasped and whimpered. Her pussy clenched tightly around Mikhail’s cock. It spasmed again and again, each twinge giving her another rush of pure bliss. She squeezed around him, milking his cock. He tightened up, groaned something incoherent in Russian, and Annika felt his cock spurt seed deep inside of her. She pushed back against him, eager to take every drop for herself. She was greedy for it, and her pussy wouldn’t relent until he was fully spent.

But they stayed that way for several minutes, like Mikhail was just as determined as Annika to fill her up. His cock twitched inside of her and she contracted around him, both breathless with pleasure. Mikhail held her, kissing the back of her head, caressing her all over with his cock slowly shrinking inside her.

As the sun came up over the city of Las Vegas, the pair gazed out across their shared kingdom. Annika couldn’t put her finger on it exactly, but something had changed between them during the night. They were joined together in a way she couldn’t describe, and she felt certainty come over her. Perhaps it was a messy start, and the world seemed hellbent on keeping them apart, but Annika finally understood that this was where she was meant to be. Bent over, sweaty, glittering in the glow of her lover’s prowess. They were a match made in chaos and forged in battle. They were the most unlikely choices, and yet they were each other’s perfect fit.

The glorious glow of sunrise on the horizon over their city marked not just the start of a new day, but the dawning of a brand-new era.

CHAPTER13

MIKHAIL

Mikhail’ssleek black car rolled down the streets of Reno, Nevada, on a sunny Sunday. It was midday, with the blazing summer sun straight overhead. The vehicle had undergone quite the recovery process at the garage of the organization’s best, most trusted mechanic. It was a solid position, and an honor to work on the Pakhan’s personal vehicle. With all its dents, scratches, and shattered window repaired, the car looked as good as new. One would never guess that it had been involved in an Armenian highway kidnapping only a week and a half ago. And what better reason to take the newly restored car for a joy ride than a mini road trip out to Reno?

Mikhail had gotten up early and roused Annika before dawn, after watching her sleep peacefully for a few minutes. Nowadays, he only kept her in the locked bedroom under surveillance during the day, if he was going to be away for more than a few hours. Although he didn’t share this with Annika, he wasn’t holding her captive as a punishment anymore. In fact, he had all the reason to trust her. It had been ages since Annika made even the slightest attempt to flee, and the pair had been bonding quickly, despite Mikhail’s initial resistance to her.

Now, when he closed her up in that room, it was for her own good. After what happened with the Armenian gang in the desert, Mikhail was extra cautious. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if some enemy of his swooped in to kidnap or harm Annika as she sat casually in the living room. It was better that she stayed behind locked doors, in the closest thing to a fortress that existed in the apartment.

But at night, the walls between them came down entirely. Mikhail insisted that it was purely for Annika’s benefit, since he noted how lonely and starved for attention she would become when he left her alone at night. And after the kidnapping, he assumed she would want extra security. Truthfully, though, he liked having her in his bed. He liked being able to feel her dainty dancer’s body curled warmly against him under the sheets. He loved touching her all over, bringing her unimaginable pleasure, and wearing out that perfect body until she was exhausted.

He even loved the moments when she woke him during the night with her wiggling or sleep-mumbling. Mikhail could sleep through anything if he wanted to, but he was so sensitive to every change in Annika. He felt oddly attuned to her, and their connection only intensified with every night of lovemaking or successful outing into the real world.

Today was one such outing. He was eager to show Annika around the Sokolov-run properties and areas of Reno. If she was to be the wife of a Pakhan, it was vital that she knew the reaches and bounds of their shared kingdom. It was a lovely drive out through the desert, uninterrupted by Armenians this time, and an equally enjoyable little tour of the city. Mikhail was taking no chances this time, though. He had three vehicles behind him at all times with his team watching for anything out of the ordinary. He wouldn’t risk her safety again.

The pair had hit some major stops on the Sokolov track, mostly small shops, convenience stores, warehouses, and private residences that served as a front for the mafia’s legally dubious endeavors. They had sat down for a traditional Russian breakfast at a cafe, and Mikhail told her all about the Sokolov history in the neighborhood. Now, they were finishing up their tour, about ready to head back to Vegas for the afternoon.

“I love the Old West style here,” Annika remarked, gazing out the window.

“Yes, Reno really leans into that old-timey look,” Mikhail confirmed. “It’s why our brothels and casinos are Wild West-themed up here. Locals are used to it, and tourists go crazy for that stuff.”

“I didn’t realize the mafia cared so much about aesthetics,” she replied, a light teasing note to her voice.

Mikhail chuckled. “They don’t. They care about money and power. But if adding saloon doors and a cowboy hat rakes in the cash, that’s what we’ll do.”

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