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Her Russian Surrender (50 Loving States #10)(66)
Author: Theodora Taylor

Confusion flickered in his eyes. “Zhena, I try hard to understand you, but I think I must not be translating your words correctly. Why you say I don’t find you attractive? I find you very beautiful. I told you this from start.”

“Yes, the start. When I wasn’t pregnant.”

He shook his head. “You think pregnant stomach makes you not attractive?” he asked, as if he were honestly struggling to understand her meaning because of their language differences.

God, this conversation! Why couldn’t a pit just open underneath her so she could get out of it already?

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “You just went very still and when I asked what was wrong, you said I was pregnant. What was I supposed to take away from that?”

“I don’t know, too,” he answered with an angry frown. “But zhena, I am very tired of you always thinking worst thing of me.”

“What else am I supposed to think? Look, I know I’m pretty, but I also know I’m not perfect. I’m not a stick and I’ve got a lot of junk in my trunk, and now a belly. And I’m sorry, but how am I not supposed to think the worst thing after you say you can’t get yours because I’m pregnant.”

“Zhena, look at me,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

This time he didn’t wait for her to obey his command. He took her chin in his hand and forced it up so she was looking straight into his angry gaze.

“Zhena, I want fuck you. It is not pretty thing to say, but it is true. Even when you hate me, even when you accuse me of false thing because you think I’m not good man. Even then, I want to be inside you, fucking you. I sometimes wish this is not true. Sleeping on floor I wish this much.”

Sam froze, beyond stunned. Not only because his words were harsh, maybe the least romantic thing that had ever been said to her, but also because… her body totally responded to them, stirring anew, her breasts swelling against her thighs, her legs pressing against the crook of her arms because they wanted to open.

Open for him.

She looked away, knowing she wouldn’t be able to meet his eyes as she said the next words. “You’re right. We do have a lot in common. That’s exactly how I feel about fucking you. And it’s something I really, really wish weren’t true.”

She still wasn’t looking at him, but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her in the silent seconds that followed.

Could feel his tension and that he was keeping himself coiled tightly even before he said, “Zhena, you are pregnant and I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “So I stopped. I want to fuck you badly. Too badly. I was trying to want you less before I took you again.”

Another harsh explanation. But dammit, if it didn’t bring a smile to her lips. His confession made her feel beautiful… powerful. Like she was the one in control here, not him. And that was a new feeling—especially when it came to Nikolai.

“Poor Nikolai,” she said, uncurling her body. “You’re all riled up. Maybe you should sit down…”

She pushed against his chest, and he went down, falling backwards just like she wanted.

“And now maybe you should lean back against the footboard,” she instructed, crawling into position between his legs. “Put your hands beside you and keep them there.”

He hesitated, but did as she said, probably wondering if she was really going where it looked like she was going.

He didn’t have to wonder long. She took his large member in her palm and began stroking him, her fisted hand going up and down.

She could feel him watching her do this, and somehow that turned her on even more. So much so, that when pre-cum started to pearl out of the top of his mushroomed head, she found herself leaning forward without any conscious thought to lick it off. Just one lick, meant to clean more than anything.

But Nikolai’s sharp intake of air emboldened her. She let her mouth go down further and opened her throat so she could…

He groaned above her, like she was torturing him.

But that must not have been the case, because soon she felt his hands on either side of her head, encouraging her on as he said, “Zhena… you kill me. Da, zhena. Da!”

She loved the way his voice strained when he said that. It sent an erotic power thrill through her entire body. He was too large to take in all the way, but she did the best she could, fisting the bottom of his shaft and keeping her throat open so she didn’t gag. Every time she ran her tongue over a new batch of pre-cum, it felt like an award for driving him crazy.

She tried to keep a cool head as she dominated him with her mouth, but tending to him made it that much harder for her. Her pussy soon swelled with rekindled arousal and her fingers rose up to her newly soaked core, massaging with a mind of their own.

Wrong move.

“Zhena, what are you doing?” He bit out the question, his voice stretched to his very limits, as if the sight of her touching herself actually pained him.

Her temporary power grab soon came to an unceremonious end.

Nikolai pulled himself out of her mouth, hauled her up the length of her body, and slammed her down on his wet erection.

“Look what you make me do, zhena. Look what you make me do.”

He grabbed a fistful of her twists and used them to anchor her in place against his chest as he moved her entire body up and down on his staff, so rough, she could feel every forced thrust at the back of her tunnel, but so tight, she could also feel it at the front of her slit, in the place that mattered most.

Even though this was supposed to be about him getting his, the position he’d put her in was too much. She soon came a second time, with a helpless cry as her whole body melted into his. Which only made him hold her tighter as he thrust up into her, his hips pistoning at an impossible speed.

“Look at what you make me do—” He released into her with an angry yell that went on for a very long time, before he ended it with a much softer, “Zhena.”

“Zhena, zhena…” he crooned, his rough hands falling out of her hair. “I am sorry. I tried to let you, but I couldn’t. Did I hurt you?”

She laughed. “No, you definitely didn’t hurt me.”

He didn’t join in. Just said, “We are past first trimester. Books says sex is okay after that.” But he still sounded worried.

“I’m fine. More than fine, I swear.” Sam threw him a teasing smile, wondering if she’d ever stop finding the fact that her rough hockey player was reading and apparently abiding by pregnancy books so amusing.

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