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I should have known what a terrible idea it was to make her sleep in my bed, but now she’s kissing me with such force that it’s taken me completely by surprise. I had no idea she was capable of such passion.

I should say no. I should hold back. I should not be sleeping with her.

But there is no fucking chance in hell that I will be able to stop myself.

Aly may have re-initiated the kiss—but I don’t let her take charge for long before I take over. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, pressing her delicate hands into the pillow and holding them there with one hand wrapped around both of hers.

She gasps and moans against me. Those delightful little sounds she makes reminds me of the spa.

An image flashes through my mind—her on the massage table. The slick oil glossed over her skin.

My cock grows even harder than it already is.

Aly rocks her hips up towards me as I push her legs apart with my hips and press my throbbing cock against her panties.

She moans sweetly and I can barely keep it together.

I grab the bottom of her t-shirt and pull it up over her body, but not completely off her. I use it to tie her wrists together, hooking it around the bedpost so that she can’t move.

Then I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach.

She cries out with desire and lifts her gorgeous round ass, arching her back towards me.

Oh fuck. She looks even better than she did on the massage table.

I kneel behind her and slap my hand across her ass cheek, leaving a clear red imprint of my fingers on her smooth, creamy skin.

She moans and wiggles her ass at me.

I grab the edge of her panties and pull them to the side, groaning loudly, almost in pain at the sight of her perfectly pink little pussy.

Glistening and ready for me.

I run my fingers between her ass cheeks and brush them over her pussy. She shudders and tries to press herself harder against my touch.

I grin, she is gorgeous, and she is putty in my hands.

I grab her ass with one hand and let my fingers sink into her smooth skin. I tease my fingers over her clit and listen to the music falling from her lips.

Slowly I dip my fingers inside her and she cries out, shivering against me, her entire body melting into my hand.

My cock is twitching, pulsing and throbbing as thick veins throb over the shaft.

I can’t wait another second.

I’ve already waited far too long.

I grab my cock and press the tip between her legs, she arches her back closer to me. Just as I slide my monster cock into her tight little pussy she whimpers, a sound of discomfort.

I pause.

“Aly?”

“It’s ok. Just—go slowly at first.”

My cock throbs inside her, twitching as her pussy clamps over it.

“Aly—what do you mean?” I ask.

“It’s my first time,” she gasps, her face buried against the pillow. Her voice slightly muffled.

My heart begins to beat harder, pulsing with adrenalin. My cock goes rigid. She’s a virgin.

I’m taking her virginity?

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that?” I snarl, pressing her down into the mattress, feeling angry and more turned on than ever before.

She giggles. “Because its none of your business,” she says, feisty as ever.

“Mm,” I huff, sliding slowly backwards and then grabbing her hips and thrusting hard into her.

She screams, but it’s the sound of pain and pleasure mixing together in confusing ways.

I pull out again and ask, “Is it my business now?”

“No,” she snaps.

I slam into her again, practically collapsing at the pleasure of it.

She moans loudly and rocks her hips backwards.

Her fingers are wrapped around the t-shirt binding her wrists together. She is breathing heavily and moving against me, begging for more.

I start to thrust steadily back and forth. Fucking her slowly, then faster, then slow again. Taunting her and teasing myself at the same time.

I lean back so that I can watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy. The light splash of blood on my cock sends a wildly possessive streak through me. She’s a virgin. She’s my virgin. My virgin wife that I claimed.

I lean forward and unhook the t-shirt from the bedpost, turning her around and pulling her onto my lap.

I wrap her bound wrists over my neck and lower her sweet, tight little pussy onto my cock.

I groan and she slides over me.

I lift her, light as a feather, and start moving her up and down over me. Using her as I please, watching her lips part, admiring how her breasts bounce each time I drop her and plunge my cock deep inside her.

She isn’t holding back letting me know how much she’s enjoying herself. Her fingers are digging into my neck and her moans of pleasure are loud and unrestrained.

I press her down onto my cock and hold her there, feeling her pussy clamp over me. I start rocking her hips in small circles, buried deep inside her. I’m rubbing her clit against the base of my shaft and I can feel her starting to shudder and lose control.

Just as she’s about to explode, I lift her and start fucking her again.

She moans loudly and tilts her head back, completely lost in the moment.

Little miss innocent really is a firecracker. Who knew she had all of this pent up passion locked away inside her, just waiting to be set free.

She’s driving me crazy. I can't believe how intense this all feels.

I can’t tear my eyes off her, watching every move, every curve of her body and feeling every little thing.

I lift her off my lap and drop her onto her back.

“Spread your legs. Wider,” I demand and she obeys.

I lean over her and slowly push my cock inside her. It feels as though I am going to rip her apart she’s so tiny.

She takes a sharp breath and her eyes flutter closed for a second.

“Eyes on me, firefly. I’m going to make you come and I want to watch you when it happens,” I growl.

Her face looks shocked, her cheeks flushed red, but she does as she’s told—locking her eyes with mine.

I lift one of her legs, resting her ankle against my shoulder. I thrust deep into her, completely filling her up, then start to rock in circles, moving my hips slowly as I grind the base of my cock against her clit.

She cries out as the sensations start to flood her.

She reaches above her head to grip the bedpost again and I push harder, grinding faster.

Her eyes flutter closed as pleasure overwhelms her, so I grab her jaw and turn her face to look at me. “Open your eyes, now,” I snarl.

She bites her lips and moans that sweet, innocent sound while I fuck her tight little pussy.

If she doesn’t come soon I’m going to slip over the edge without her. I can barely look at her anymore, my cock is ready to explode.

But so is she.

Her pussy is already pulsing, her muscles twitching and shivering with each small movement I make.

Knowing I have her exactly where I want her I reach my hand between her legs and press my thumb hard against her clit, sliding it back and forth.

She screams and her pussy locks down over my cock. Wave after wave of pleasure floods over her like an electric current. Her pupils dilate and her eyes are wide with shock at the intensity of her orgasm.

Watching her tips me off the planet.

My cock goes the hardest it’s ever been and then floods rivers of pleasure into her as I thrust deep inside her pussy.

I groan with disbelief at how good it feels.

We sit for a moment, completely spent and breathless.

Aly is still gripping the bedpost. Her cheeks are bright pink. Her lips are rosy and swollen.

I reach up and tug the t-shirt off her wrists and she giggles shyly.

I shift away from her, my cock slowly sliding out of her pussy and I groan because I could easily get hard and do that all over again right now.

Fuck.

That was incredible.

I think it’s because of how long the tension has been building between us. Ever since that night in the club—I’ve wanted this.

Now that we’ve slept together it should ease away and I can focus on the original plan.

Aly wiggles to the side of the bed and climbs off, tiptoeing to the bathroom to wash off.

I look down at my cock.

I can’t believe she was a virgin, and she didn’t tell me until I was already fucking her.

I smirk.

That was fucking incredible.

After refreshing and climbing back into bed, I fall asleep quickly. Completely and utterly satisfied.

As I drift towards dreams, I’m still thinking about how mind-blowing that all was. Aly is—she’s perfect. It's all I can think about as I sink away into rest.

In the morning, I wake up with my arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against my chest. Her back curved against me and her breathing soft and peaceful.

The moment I wake up, my body fires with passion and I want her all over again.

I thought it was just going to be a once off thing—to get rid of the tension—but apparently not. Apparently the tension has increased tenfold.

My cock stirs and grows hard against her.

Fuck.

I gently slide my arm out from beneath her, not knowing how to handle this. But as I move she wakes up.

She takes a deep breath and rolls a little, giving me just enough space to turn my body so that my cock isn’t jabbing her.

Maybe she won’t notice.

Except it’s impossible not to notice.

She rolls towards me and her cheeks immediately go red.

“Morning,” she whispers, her eyes turned down towards the massive bulge in the blankets.

I clear my throat.

“Morning,” I say.

She giggles. “Did you sleep well?” she asks.

“I slept better than I’ve slept in a long time. How about you?”

“It was amazing. Um—”

“Uh.”

She looks up at me and her dark chocolate eyes cause my heart to pause. She is so incredibly beautiful. She has no right to be that beautiful.

I reach down and brush a long dark curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“I’m glad you slept well,” I murmur, lost in her gaze.

To my surprise she snuggles against my chest and sighs softly.

“Rigor.”

“Mm?”

“What happened with your sister and my brother?” she asks cautiously.

I take a deep breath. Running my fingers through her hair and down her back.

“Avraam kidnapped my sister and forced her into a marriage. He is still holding her hostage and I want to free her.”

Aly is quiet for a long moment. She doesn’t try to tell me her brother wouldn’t do that or fight me on the truth this time. She just sighs softly. “I’m sorry about your sister,” she says finally.

From downstairs I hear a loud crashing sound and roll my eyes. I forgot my brothers had slept over last night.

Aly giggles. “What are they doing?” she asks.

“With those two—it could be anything. In all honesty, I wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if I walked into the living room and saw the horse they stole.”

Aly starts laughing loudly and I laugh with her.

It feels good. Comfortable and genuine.

“We better go and save that horse,” she teases me.

I smirk. “Yeah. And get rid of those two hooligans.”

Aly pulls her jeans on underneath the oversized t-shirt of mine that looks so fucking sexy on her, and she follows me downstairs to get coffee and deal with whatever is happening.

In the kitchen we find Roman standing on the bar chair holding onto the chandelier above his head.

“What the hell?” I complain.

“Hey, we’re helping you. The one lightbulb was out,” Ruvim says, walking out from the pantry holding a box of lightbulbs.

“Guys, it’s too early for this,” I sigh.

“How many brothers does it take to change a lightbulb?” Aly giggles, and Ruvim and Roman turn to glare at her. She smirks and winks at them. Then everyone is laughing, including myself because her unexpected cheek is too much to ignore.

We whip up a massive breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes, making a mess of the kitchen but having a really good morning together.

Finally, just before midday my brothers get a call about that damned horse arriving back in Boston and they leave to go and fetch it so they can get it back to the race tracks. I really hope they manage to smooth it all over without starting a damned war with Franco.

Maybe he didn’t even notice the horse was gone yet. Fuck—please let that be the case. But it’s unlikely.

I sigh, looking around the kitchen which is in a wild state.

Aly is busy stacking dishes and wiping counter tops.

“You don’t have to do that, Aly. The house keeper will sort it out for us.”

“It’s not so bad. It’ll be quick.” She shrugs, carrying on.

My phone rings and I slide it out my pocket.

Rodion.

“Hey man,” I say, hoping he didn’t find out about the horse.

“Hey. Just a reminder about the family event we have coming up on Saturday evening. Don’t forget to keep things hush like we promised Ruslana.”

“Yeah man. I won’t forget. What time is it?”

“Starts at seven at my place. See you there.”

“Sure.”

I clench my jaw, realizing that Avraam will be at that event.

It’s time to properly action my plans, and that means I have to stop this attachment I’m already developing towards Aly.

I’ve already let myself slip too deep with her.

It’s time to get Ruslana back.