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Bianca nearly jumped off the bed. The sensation, new to her, was intense and pleasurable, and more than she’d ever dreamed of before.
    Nikolai felt her jolt and smiled on her breast. He slid the lace cup down enough to rest it under her breast. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either. They were, in his mind, perfect. He tasted her bared breast, sucking on her nipple while playing with the other.
    After teasing her breasts, he made his way to her core—a place he’d been eager to explore, especially with his cock. Licking his path to her pussy, he stopped to take a nibble just below her belly button. Soon you’ll grow with my seed , he thought. He kissed his love bite before moving down to her wetness below.
    “No,” she said, trying to stop him from reaching his goal, but Nikolai was not a man anyone said no to unless that was the answer he wanted.
    He rose up so they were face-to-face and growled, “You will not stop me from pleasuring you, ever.”
    Nikolai didn’t wait for a response because he didn’t require one. She was his now, and there was nothing for it. His feelings for her had controlled his life for the last six weeks, and he wanted his control back.
    Sliding her pants down her body and taking her panties with them, he smiled into her dark hairs covering up her pussy. She tried to close her thighs again, but he gripped them in a tight hold and widened them for his tongue. Nikolai had been with many women in his time, but he’d never done this before. He was not the kind of man to kneel to a woman, until this one.
    Never had the smell of a woman called to him like his Bianca. He opened her folds and licked lightly, causing her to shiver, so he did it again. She bucked this time so he pressed his tongue down a little harder and felt her nub. Nikolai felt ravenous for her flavor and began gaining confidence with each of her cries. It was not long before Bianca shook with her release. He took off his shirt and started to climb up her body. He watched as her eyes admired his chest. Bianca unconsciously caressed the light brown hairs that dusted his torso before looking into his eyes.
    “Damn, I think I must keep you coming often. Your beauty seems amplified with your release.”
    She saw the dangerous, possessive look in his eyes and was torn between desire and fear. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked softly.
    “Not unless you betray me,” he growled.
    “You mob men. If you’d stop being crooked, then you wouldn’t worry about being betrayed.”
    “My beauty, I’m not talking about the business. I’m talking about this,” he said as his hand gripped her pussy. “This belongs to me. All of you belongs to me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you are what I want,” Nikolai stated, then climbed off the bed. There was nothing else to talk about as far as he was concerned, and he wasn’t going to let her argue with him.
    “Get some rest. We leave in the morning,” he said as he pulled a tee shirt out of the dresser drawer and slipped it on.
    “Leave? Where are you taking me?” Bianca asked fearfully.
    “You’ll see when we get there. By the way—don’t think of leaving, or I’ll have to pay your brother a visit.”
    “You’re cruel.”
    “What’s cruel is looking at you and unable to sink myself into you,” he growled at her. Nikolai walked out the door and locked it.
    Bianca walked to the window and tried to unlock it, but it wouldn’t open. She kept pulling on it, and it still wouldn’t budge. Just then she was surprised by Nikolai. He knew she might try to escape, but foolishly hoped she wouldn't. Nikolai knew that her need to escape was a natural instinct, but it didn’t sit well with him.
    “I knew you couldn’t wait to run from me. You disappoint me, Bianca,” he said with sincere honesty. Nikolai walked to the window and easily lifted the very same window that Bianca believed to be sealed shut.
    Bianca looked at her captor and felt shamed by his words.