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AlisaMy pussy throbbed as the last waves of my orgasm crested through me. Each time the fluttering sensations coursed through me, I shivered and breathed deeper.It was... nothing like what I'd expected. So good, but too fast. Left alone while he went to the bathroom, I lay there and blanked out. Staring at the ceiling was all I could do to preoccupy myself, but I was too restless to truly zone out.My body had never felt so charged, yet relaxed. This all-consuming warmth and utter calm wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. Better than any time I'd pleasured myself. Even better than when he'd made me come earlier. The let-down after sex was a heady sensation, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Even though I was limp, my limbs deprived of energy as I sank onto the mattress, my mind was awake and racing.I couldn't believe he'd just...Taken me. He hadn't waited. He hadn't asked. Or I supposed he had, but it was a sketchy co

ZakhNow that I'd had Alisa once, I wanted her again. Lying here on the bed was torture. She was within reach, just over here, an arm's length away.I didn't move any closer. Distance would help her adjust to what I explained. I saw how much she struggled to understand, and I couldn't fault her for her naiveté. She was so damn young, so inexperienced with this world. Her father had sheltered her all her life, and now that she'd broken out of that existence, I bet she felt like her whole purpose was shattered.I'd turned her life upside down, but I stood by my reasoning. It would be for the better. This was the only solution that would ensure my success and her survival.Because in just these few short days that I'd known her, I didn't want to entertain the possibility of losing her. It didn't make sense how quickly and deeply she'd gotten under my skin. But she had.I didn't plan to stop that wedding so I could take her for myself. I'd only gone to Plan B and kidnapped her so she woul

AlisaFor the second time in such a short span, I woke up knowing I would be married today. It would stick. I was sure that this wedding would actually happen.I lay in the bed, blinking away the last traces of sleep, and knew that in a few hours, I would no longer be just myself. I would be expected to undergo another identity crisis and change who I was.Yesterday, Zakh took my virginity. That was already a huge shift to get used to. The one thing that had always defined me and kept me safe and untouchable no longer mattered.Once I shared vows with him, though, I would no longer be Alisa Aslanov, Sergei Aslanov's daughter. I would be Alisa Antonov, Zakh Antonov's wife.The title sounded so powerful, so ultimate and unchangeable, and it would be. Women married for life in the bratva. Divorce was never an option, and spouses remained linked in name and purpose until death.And mine will reach me swiftly if I don't do this.If I were to run away or return to my father, I would be dead

ZakhTeasing Alisa in the bathroom caused more harm than good. I had her right where I wanted her, but I'd also made myself distracted with lust.She wasn't going to run. I couldn't know that with one hundred percent confidence, but she wasn't stupid. She'd heard Yusef. She realized the real and waiting risks that she would face if she decided to bolt from me. I'd proven to her that she would be better off with me. I'd protected her under gunfire. I'd pleasured her like no one else ever had. I didn't want to assume that she would think she owed it to me to stay and not run. But I hadn't hesitated to manipulate her, to taunt her into being so close to an orgasm, only to stop her before she could find her release.Stupid. It was a huge mistake on my part because I'd gotten turned on too. Shoving my cock along her ass had tempted me too far, and as I rubbed my erection, letting her watch me and see what she did to me, I pushed myself too far.We'd left the studio apartment and headed tow

AlisaZakh slammed against me, knocking us to the ground. My ears rang with the blast of the gun fired so close, and I sucked in a quick breath and held it. Terror held me in its grip, and I did my best to break Zakh's fall.He was too large to buffer his drop to the ground. Combined with his tackle, the force of his taking the bullet Akim had aimed at me, and the sketchy stance I'd stood with as I tried to shrink out of my former fiancé's sight, I was on my ass. Flat on my ass, stunned by the juddering impact of being brought down.My life had flashed before my eyes. The second Akim pointed his gun at me, I swore I felt my essence slipping away. My soul faded and my vision blurred with extreme horror. This was it, the moment I would be done with my time in this life.But Zakh had other plans. He dove in front of me, taking the hit of the bullet, and I scrambled to keep up with the frantic change of events. My mind lagged. My senses were sluggish. I felt as though I looked through tun