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He continued in that manner, and it moved from pain to sheer pleasure. In no time, my tight cunt grew free enough to accommodate his cock. I was moaning, with my hands thrown up into my hair. He had successfully taken my virginity, and it did not hurt the way that I had thought it would. His cock was so good, and the feeling of it sliding into my slippery pussy had me twisting and twirling beneath him.
He hung my leg in the air, romancing my thigh as he continued to plunge deep inside me. Artem trapped my hands in his and positioned them over my head. I couldn’t use them, and the fact that I was in bondage was exciting. The only way that I could express my feelings was through my moans, and they were growing louder and louder the faster he fucked my pussy. My eyes were rolling back in ecstasy. My hanging legs were shaking, yet he wouldn't stop; he wouldn't slow down.
Artem let out a groan, and soon after, I felt his warm load shoot inside me, filling up my pussy with a very deep thrust that forced my body to jerk in response.
Exhausted yet satisfied, I exhaled sharply as he collapsed on my body.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
No other word could capture the pure ecstasy racing through my veins.
Chapter 10 – Artem
It had been a few days since the wedding, and so far, Sierra had been on her best behavior. I knew she didn’t like the situation she was entangled in; however, she didn’t have a choice but to accept her new reality. I was her husband by law, and she was my wife. End of story.
I hadn’t expected her to be a virgin, so I did things differently when she said that she was. For a virgin, Sierra was a sweet one. She lacked experience, but she was a quick study who caught on very fast. It didn’t matter what she thought about me before the wedding; everything changed after that kiss at the altar.
It had been evident in her eyes that she was craving me, but her hatred for me was in the way. However, when she loosened up during sex, things just flowed naturally between us.
Even now, as I headed to the office in my mansion, I could still feel the taste of her pussy on my tongue. My nostrils were picking up her scent, and the sounds of her moans, coupled with images of her facial expressions, occupied my mind. I was starting to get hard just by thinking about her. I could fuck her all day, every day, and still want more.
I’d been drawn to her since I first saw her standing alone at the club; I knew then that she would make a good wife. But after tasting her the other night, everything I felt for her had multiplied by a thousandfold. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind; I’d tried, but it wasn’t working. A part of me loved that she was all I thought about; she was my wife, anyway.
Memories of that night wouldn’t stop flooding my mind, and I kept replaying the scene until I got to my office.
The door was open, and I knew it had to be Yuri; he was the only one who could sit in my office in my absence. Besides, he’d texted me that he had a present for me in my office.
As I walked in, he was standing in front of my desk, his gun pointed at a man sitting in the visitor’s chair.
“Pakhan,” he said, looking in my direction. “This is the present I told you about.”
“You could’ve just wrapped me in a fucking box,” the man said. “Present, my ass.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Yuri hit him with the base of the gun.
I recognized that arrogant voice, but I couldn't quite place it yet. Wondering who Yuri had at gunpoint, I headed to my chair, and that was when I saw him—Jacob, Niall’s right-hand man.
He looked beat up, with bruises on his face and a deep cut over an eye. But he still had his ruggedness and arrogance in check.
I adjusted my suit and took a seat in my swivel chair. “Where’d you find him?” I asked Yuri.
“Inferno nightclub.” He snickered mockingly. “The idiot picked the wrong stripper to fuck. She’s one of our own.”
The Tarasov Bratva had people everywhere, male and female; they each had their individual roles to play. The stripper Jacob had fucked must have been one of our informants.
“Evelyn texted me the moment he started to flirt with her,” Yuri further explained. “You were busy, so I decided to bring him as a present.”
“Good one, Yuri,” I said.
“What do we do with him?”
“Can you not talk about me like I’m not right here?” Jacob relaxed in his chair as though he wasn’t being held at gunpoint.
“There'll be no arrogance left in you when we’re done,” Yuri replied, his tone threatening.
“You don’t scare me, big guy,” he said, glaring up at Yuri. “I’ve been to hell and back. Nothing moves me anymore.”
Yuri bent over and looked him in the eye. “You haven’t been tomyhell. Continue running your mouth like that, and you’ll go there much sooner than you expect.”