Free The Russian's Captive (The Captive Series Book 2) by C.M. Steele

your mouth,” he growled as he fucked her asshole.
    She turned slightly and gave in to his kiss, moaning into his mouth.
    Nikolai pulled back from her mouth as he felt her coming on his hand because he wanted to hear her cry. He rejoiced when she cried out his name over and over again.
    “Nikolai…Niko!”
    He pulled out of her ass just as his release hit him and coated her lower back with his come.
    It was about five minutes later when they finally rinsed off the sex and exited the shower.
    Bianca finally opened the closet door where Nikolai had her clothes hung. Her mouth opened wide when she saw the entire walk-in closet full of designer clothes. Then anger hit her, and her face showed it.
    “I don’t want these clothes.”
    “Why the fuck not?”
    “I won’t wear your mistress’s clothes.”
    “Have you lost your mind? I bought all those clothes for you.”
    “So you’re used to shopping for your whores?”
    “No. I didn’t shop for them ever. And if you ever call yourself that again, I’m going to spank your ass before I fuck you hard.” He walked up to her and knew it was just her jealousy eating at her, but fuck. He was a man, and pussy had been served up to him since he was seventeen.
    “You need to quit the jealous shit. I haven’t been with anyone else in three fucking years, and for a man like me, or any man for that matter, that's a long fucking time. I hired a broad who worked at one of the stores you shopped at and had her select your type of clothes.”
    The discussion was ended when he took her in his arms and kissed her hard and hungrily until she was panting with need.
    “You’re mine, I’m yours. Now get fucking dressed.” He didn’t like her questioning his word and let her know.
    “Bianca, I told you to never doubt my word. Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”
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    After their little argument that morning, Bianca was sweet and nearly falling down trying to please Nikolai. Her guilt was plain as day to him, and he didn’t like it. She’d been in the kitchen with the cook and Sergei and had helped make breakfast for him. They’d just sat down to eat when he had enough of her tiptoeing around him.
    “Bianca, look at me.” She looked into his eyes, full of contrition. “I don’t want to fight with you, and I don’t want you feeling guilty for your feelings earlier. I get why you felt that way, but I won’t give you a reason to doubt me, so stop with the fits. This is our wedding day, and I want us to be happy.”
    Feeling lighter by his words, she smiled.
    “Good, baby. I love seeing that sweet smile.”
    They enjoyed their breakfast and separated so he could get some work done while she explored the house.
    Bianca walked from room to room admiring the open layout. It let all the sunlight in. The only thing marring the view was the constant presence of one of Nikolai’s many men. There was a total of six that actually stayed on the property and more that stayed at a small villa a couple of miles down the road.
    When she walked out onto the veranda, she watched as the ocean swelled. It was warm as the morning sun shone. She was relaxing on an Adirondack chair when a shadow interrupted her. She looked up, hoping it was Nikolai, but again it was Petrov.
    “Miss Rossi, I see that you’re enjoying your stay here. Do you not plan to run anymore?”
    “No.”
    “To be young and foolish,” he hissed as he walked away from her. Feeling uncomfortable, she went back into the house and ran right into Nikolai.
    “Ah, just who I was looking for.” He smiled in that heartbreakingly beautiful way that melted her heart and panties.
    “Are you ready? We don’t have much time.”
    “Yes,” she purred.
    Nikolai set up all the arrangements before he’d taken her from her family. Now, it was a simple matter of her selecting a gown. He was going to take her to a shop in town that had plenty of selections, but since he couldn’t see her before the wedding, he left her at the