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“You're so very beautiful, Mariya,” I said closing the gap between us, grazing my fingertips over her stomach. “Especially with these.”

She became flustered and looked away from me but I wouldn't allow it, gripping her chin I tilted her head toward me. Her cheeks were pink but she met my eyes.

“I love them. Each and every mark, knowing Alexei and Tatiana were in there,” I said softly as a wave of heartache hit me.

“Mooooo,” she said, patting my chest with her gloved hand.

Her embarrassment was forgotten and empathy shone in her soft blue eyes. From the moment I met this woman, she had twisted and tested my restraint. It was time to test hers.

Chapter 18

Mariya

He was killing me with his regret, pain and words. This was nothing like the cocky arrogant man I met in a hotel bar. The two weeks in Dublin began hesitantly as he worked his way into the twins lives but here on his turf he was far more relaxed with them. I was stunned when Alexei tried to call him Dad or Daddy. Most of their words were gibberish between the two of them but they were learning more with each passing day.

I liked the idea of having some adult time. Although I had Orla with me and had time to look after myself after giving birth, those first few months were the most difficult. Yes, it ate into my capital to have a live-in nanny but I never regretted the decision.

I was brought back to the present when Rurik took my arm and led me to the table with the metal frame around one side. I glanced at the milking machine as Rurik lifted me up and placed me on the table. The man made me feel as if I were the sexiest woman on the planet.

“I want another daughter. I need the practice for Tatiana,” he said slipping his fingers between my thighs before slowly pulling them apart. “I want one that looks exactly like her mother.”

“Mooooo,” I said bemused because I couldn't control the outcome of the pregnancy.

His hand tilted my head up before he kissed me. It started off gentle, his lips grazing against mine as his hands moved to mylower back until he groaned and plunged his tongue inside of my mouth before gripping a fist full of my hair. His legs brushed against mine when he pushed his way between them leaving me to brace myself on the table with my hands. My lips felt bruised by the time he released them but his eyes blazed with desire as he looked into my eyes.

“We are getting married,” he said abruptly and my eyes widened.

“Married?!” I splattered out before slapping a hand over my mouth.

“Oh, dear. What a bad little cow,” he said with a lopsided smile.

This was a set-up.

I narrowed my eyes at him but he pushed me back so I lay on the table with the metal frame above me. This didn't look too good for me. I glanced at the crackpot but he was gone. He was walking away from me and I stared at the ceiling, wondering what he planned to do.

The sudden image of Tatiana dressed as a flower girl and Alexei as a page boy in a church flashed through my head. It made my heart skip a beat. This was not on my plan. When I heard Rurik dump something on the wooden table, I glanced at him, but he was busy untangling some straps.

The consideration of allowing anyone to dominate me had been unacceptable to me due to my history with the men in my life but with Rurik, it felt natural. I bit my lip as my eyes ran down his chest, and bare arms. It might not be so bad being married to him. He wasn't after my wealth, the chemistry was wild between us and we had two children together.

He suddenly bent down to take my ankle in his hand, I felt the grip through the black and white cow patterned boots. The manhad countless outfits stashed away in the wardrobe. He pulled my leg up and attached it to the metal pole, wrapping the black strap around several times to hold my foot in place.

“You’d been doing so well, my love,” he said as he walked around the table to get my other leg in the air before he secured my other foot. “Pity.”

What a big fat lying liar.

He was loving this, the glee was all over him. Both my ankles were attached to the metal bar and it left me wide open for him. I kept my eyes on him as he returned to the foot of the table. I made the mistake of looking at his crotch to see the bulge in his jeans.

“This is a breeding table,” he said tracing his fingers down my inner thigh until I held my breath but he pulled his hand away before he reached my pussy. He tapped his finger over his lips. “What to do with a disobedient Hucow?”

“Moo, moo,” I said, hoping he would get on with it since I could feel the flimsy material of the bodysuit was damp.

“Yes, you seem to have a problem,” he said, tracing his finger along the crotchless material until I held my breath but he barely touched me and he moved his finger away. I lifted my head to glower at him only for him to smile.

“I've never come across a cow so keen to be bred,” he murmured as I put my head back down, tempted to touch myself since he left my hands free. “But first we need to address my fiancée’s disobedience.”

I gasped at the word fiancée but quickly closed my mouth and gritted out an agitated moo.

“I think this should do the trick,” he said holding up a large black butt plug while I blinked at the size of it.