Laney had time on their journey back to the cabin to marvel at how Boris moved with such ease for a man so large and solidly muscled. Even her added weight didn’t faze him at all. Their climb down the containers, though dizzying from her vantage point, had seemed effortless for him. He continued to stride purposefully past the tiers and rows of containers until they reached the gangway that led below the ship to the crew quarters.
Laney also marveled at how they ran into no one on their way back. It was like the crew members sensed it was in their best interests not to cross paths with the giant Russian enforcer just now, while his mood was a little on the horny and unstable side. Laney wasn’t sure if she wished someone would stumble upon them. On the one hand, she rather hoped for rescue, but realistically she knew, aside from Daniel Mercer who was presently not on the ship, no human man would stand a chance again the mammoth Russian. If any of the crew tried to intervene on her behalf it would likely mean instant death. Besides, Laney was pretty sure they all worked for Sitnikov anyway, which meant they also worked for Boris.
Marveling at things kept Laney from losing her mind and panicking during their seemingly very long trek. How freaking long is this damn ship, anyway? Laney twisted around as much as she could to see if they were near the cabins, but Boris brought his palm down in a painful slap on her ass, drawing a short scream from her.
“Be still,” he snapped.
She wanted to kick him in the chest, but she also didn't want any more painful spankings, so she remained still, seething and plotting his many deaths. They arrived at the cabin moments later. Boris swung the door open and ducked beneath the frame, careful not to hit her against anything. He kicked the door shut behind them and reached back to flip the lock.
In one smooth motion Boris dropped her off his shoulder and onto the bed. Laney landed on her side with a bounce. She rolled over as far from him as she could get and wiggled and pushed herself up until she sat against the wall. She glared up at him as if daring him to touch her. Wet hair had worked its way loose from her braids and clung to her face and body.
He stared down at her. The hard look was still present in his face, but satisfaction and blazing lust were now there as well. She remembered his words when he’d proposed his game of hide and seek. That when he found her he would ‘keep her.’ He didn’t say for how long. She shivered, becoming terribly afraid she’d underestimated Boris Grekov all along.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the zipper on his leather coat and drew it down over his massive chest. He let the heavy coat fall to the floor with an ominous thump. Blood from the wound she had given him traced a path from near his elbow down to the back of his hand, following the veins and tattoos that snaked over his muscular arm. Laney slitted her eyes in a furious glare as he reached for the bottom of his T-shirt, peeling the fabric up and over his head, baring his huge, tattooed chest. It was the first time she had seen him even partially naked. Not that he hadn’t offered many times before. Now he was taking the choice from her hands.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but she was helpless against the image of a large intricate cross with a Virgin Mary kneeling below it tattooed in the middle of his chest. She realized right away that she shouldn’t have closed her eyes when she felt the bed shift under his knee. Her eyes flew open and she came face to chest with his brutal tattoos. He used his T-shirt to wipe the blood from his arm before tossing it carelessly aside and then turning purposefully to face his prey.
Her panicked gaze flew to the side and she lunged away from him, but she had no place to go. He grabbed her and shoved her face down into the bedding with one hand at the back of her neck. Laney struggled but she couldn’t possibly break free. With a deep sigh, she forced herself to relax her body in defeat.
“Do you yield?” he growled in her ear, leaning over her prone body, his beard tickling the delicate skin of her neck.
She buried her face into the soft quilt of the bed and breathed deeply, her mind racing frantically for a way out. Then she realized, this was not the ugly brown blanket that had been on the bed when they had first arrived in the cabin. Lifting her head a little, she looked at it. The quilt was made of lovely patchwork with a wide variety of pretty shapes and colours, very much something she might pick out for her bed. Not at all Boris’ style. He must have brought it with him and placed it on the bed.
With a tiny sigh, she nodded her head.
He shifted himself backwards until he was straddling her, his massive erection pressed into her backside. He ignored his own immediate needs for the moment though, while his huge, nimble hands began searching her for weapons. She didn’t blame him. Though she said she would capitulate, if the situations were reversed, she wouldn’t believe him either.
He unknotted her braids and ran his fingers through them, searching her hair for weapons. Smart. She’d definitely hidden blades there before. She moaned in ecstasy as his fingers massaged her scalp. Her hair had been in tight braids for almost two full days and it felt both deliciously painful and pleasurable to have it taken down. Boris paused at the sounds she made and, if she weren’t mistaken, pressed his erection a little tighter into her backside.
He lifted her slightly to run his fingers down her front and under her breasts searching for hidden sheaths. Then he ran his hands down her sides and searched all the hidden crevices and seams in her clothes. She squirmed and bit her lip as he pressed his fingers into her armpits. He searched her waistband and just as he was about to dip his fingers into her panties she stopped him.
“There’s a hidden sheath in my boot!” she gasped.
He twisted back and quickly found the knife she confessed to. “Is that all?” he asked.
She nodded. “I promise, you have the last of my weapons.”
He chuckled darkly. “You will excuse me if I do not believe you.”
“Believe what you want!” she snapped. “I’m telling the truth.”
“Like you told the truth when you agreed to our game and then decided to go back on your word and fight me anyway?” he asked, anger returning to voice as he continued to search her roughly.
“Fuck you!” she snapped.
“That is my plan, hissing little kitten,” he said, flipping her onto her back.
She groaned in pain as her weight settled on top of her bound hands. He frowned down at her and shook his head. After a moment of thought, he reached under her and released her hands. Laney tried to bring them around so she could push him away, but he quickly recaptured her wrists and brought them over her head. He knotted them together and secured them over her head.
She twisted her head up to see what she was tied to and was shocked to see a solid looking bolt screwed into the wall over the bed. She realized the ropes were extremely durable but comfortable and had probably come on board with him too. She looked up at him with accusation shining in her eyes.
“You planned this, you asshole!” she yelled up at him.
His jaw grew rigid as he stared her down. She shrank back against the pillows. “If you yell at me again I will tape your mouth shut. And yes, I also brought tape, just in case. I was prepared for anything, Laney. You have played many games over the past months. I am done with games. Is time for us to get serious.”
She twisted her hips in an attempt to dislodge him, but only managed to bring a predatory glint to his hard gaze. He pulled his own switchblade from his belt, opened it and touched it to the neckline of her military style T-shirt.
“Don’t you dare!” she growled, pressing her body down into the bedding.
He flashed her a feral grin and yanked the blade through her shirt as easily as though it were butter. She snarled in frustration, but swallowed her angry screams, knowing he would indeed tape her mouth shut. He reached for the strap of her blue sports bra next.
“Please don’t!” she begged him. “I only brought one with me.”
He stared down at her for a second, dark eyes clashing with light then continued to slide the blade through the elasticized sports top, yanking the pieces away as he stripped them with the blade. Her jaw fell open. Boris had never ignored her pleas before. She had well and truly angered the giant man and he was going to make sure she paid for her infraction.
She moaned in distress as he bared her breasts to his surprised gaze. Dark-tipped nipples pebbled in the chill air. He brought the hand that wasn't holding the knife up and covered her size C breast with one large palm, wrapping his fingers around the globe and squeezing gently.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, staring down at her. “You hid yourself well, little ninja. Not even I suspected what you hid beneath your ugly bras, designed to flatten such a bounty.”
Laney rolled her eyes. Obviously, he’d never tried to throw a punch or accomplish a spinning hook-heel kick with the girls flying around unimpeded. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed drawing a moan of pleasure from her. Laney bit her lip to keep the sounds to herself.
He gave her a stern look and squeezed harder. “You will give me your pleasure, moy kotenok,” he growled down at her, roughly massaging her breast.
“Ahhhh,” she panted, trying not to arch into his hands. The chemistry that ignited between them whenever he got his hands on her body flared to life within her, begging her to give in, to let him lead her down the path of ecstasy she knew he was so capable of. “You… you told me to keep my mouth shut or you’ll tape it. Now you are telling me to release my sounds. Which will it be, hypocritical beast?”
He tugged her nipple hard drawing a sharp cry from her, before releasing her breast. “You will quickly learn what I want and you will learn to obey me.” He moved down her body and reached for her ankles, releasing her bonds. She immediately tried to kick him in the head, but he caught her ankle. She wrapped her other knee around his thick neck and slammed her strong legs together in an attempt to choke him out.
“We’ve done this before,” he growled, reaching for her thighs and shoving them back using his superior strength, as he would have done in their very first encounter if he hadn’t let her gain a point on him. He crawled between her thighs while she panted with the strain of trying to close her legs on his thick neck. “No more fucking games.”
He tossed his switchblade off the side of the bed, reached for her belt and made short work of yanking her cargo pants, cotton panties, boots and socks off. He was so annoyed that she continued to fight despite the impossibility of her position, that her clothes came away in shreds by the time he pulled them off her.
Laney lay naked, panting from exertion, still twisting in an attempt to fight any way she could, despite being tied down beneath a more than 300-pound Russian behemoth. She could see the strain in his face and the rigid set of his muscular shoulders as he held himself back from savagely fucking her now that he had her at his mercy, exactly where he finally wanted her. Spread out and waiting underneath him.
“You need to stop fighting me, Laney,” he growled quietly. “I will hurt you if you do not stop and let me make it good for you.”
Laney lunged up toward him as much as she could against her binding and spat at him. “Fuck you, Boris Grekov! I will kill you, and that is a promise!”
Boris snarled and reached out to take a fistful of her hair before she could fall back on the bed. He held her up and shook her like a doll, leaning across her nude body, brushing her engorged nipples with his hair-roughened pectoral muscles. He kissed her hard, slashing his mouth across hers and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He retreated just before she could snap her teeth shut, but she managed to get hold of his lip. He took hold of her jaw and squeezed until she was forced to release him.
He stared down at her, his eyes gleaming with fury and possession. He touched his thumb to his lip where her small white teeth had split his lip and looked at the drop of blood. He smeared the blood across her own lip. She turned her head away for a second, refusing him, and then glared angrily up at him, understanding the significance of his action. Her Russian barbarian had just declared her his property by blood oath. She caught sight of the eight-pointed stars and epaulets on his shoulders and was savagely reminded that this man took what he wanted. The invisible sword had finally dropped.
He yanked her head back by the hair until she was laying against the pillows once more and, grabbing her legs, tossed them over his broad shoulders. Laney gasped and tried to wiggle out of such an intimate position that brought her pussy so close to his face.
“Do not fucking move. This is your last fucking chance to make this good for yourself or I will tear you in half. That is promise,” Boris snarled, leaning heavily across her, pressing his weight into her body until she was nearly crushed. Forced to lay still, Laney moaned. He didn’t give her a chance to protest. He took her ass in both hands and lifted her to his face.
Laney yelled in shock as his scorching tongue drove straight into her pussy, drilling into the heart of her, without pretence or preparation. Boris was not waiting for her to get comfortable. His hands were so huge they nearly enveloped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, bruising her with the strength of his hold. He drove his tongue so far into her that she arched right off the bed until only her shoulders and head touched the mattress.
“Ahhhh, Boris!” she screamed.
He ignored her pleas, licking further up her pussy until he reached her clit, and then attacked the delicate bud with all of the pent-up frustration he felt from her constant denials. Her hips jerked wildly against his face as she screamed for him to stop in every language she knew while straining uselessly against her binding. The intensity of the pressure building within her was too much, so much more than what he’d done to her at the wedding reception. She couldn’t take this kind of pain with her pleasure.
He used his teeth and tongue to lash her tiny, engorged clit while still holding her right off the bed for his use, feasting on her as though she were his last meal. He drove one long, thick finger into her tight vagina, forcing her to take him into her heated clasp. She cried out and jumped against the invasion.
“Fuck,” he snarled against her slippery cunt. “So fucking tight.”
She thrashed against the mattress, shaking her head back and forth, fighting against the massive orgasm building and building within her. She tried to drag her wrists forward in a fruitless attempt to shove him away from her, to end the torture. This was worse than a session with the Master, worse than having to take on all of the Master’s assassins at once because she had done something to displease him.
She felt the moment Boris tried to add another finger to her tight passage, the pressure was so intense she let out a low moan and tried to jerk her hips out of his unbreakable hold. He would not release her. Instead, he pressed his finger into the front wall of her vaginal channel and massaged in such a way that she felt she would die. She didn't have enough experience to withstand such an onslaught of feelings. It was too much!
“No! Please, Boris, please, you must stop!” she begged. “I… I can’t take it anymore.”
“That will not happen,” he growled from between gritted teeth. The words said against her pussy, vibrated against her, sending delicious sensations spiralling through her body.
He finally managed to wedge another finger into her at the same time as his tongue wrapped around her clit and sent her flying over the edge of an orgasm, easing the pain of his entry. She stiffened against him, let out a long, screaming wail and clawed the binding at her wrists as she came in a shimmer of bright shiny lights. Her upper body collapsed back against the bed in a panting, twisting heap while he continued to hold her hips up to his bearded face.
Her eyes met his. He was far from finished. She shook her head frantically and tried to pull herself away from him. He held her tightly.
“No, no, no,” she begged.
“Oh yes, my little ninja. We are not done,” he said with a quick grin and bent his head to continue feasting on her flushed, slippery pussy.
Laney screamed and arched her head back the moment his tongue touched her over-sensitized flesh. He showed no mercy, continuing to devour her with relentless licks while pumping his fingers in and out of her slick passage, opening her up for his ruthless possession. He shifted the fingers on her hips, massaging her ass cheek on his giant hand while holding her legs over her shoulders. At first, she barely noticed, but soon his fingers drifted close to her tiny puckered hole. Laney gasped and jumped, attempting to shift away from his seeking fingers. When he noticed, he shifted her firmly back to where he wanted her.
She pleaded with him, but he ignored, exploring every inch of her body while she was forced to lay helpless, bound for his pleasure. She gasped and tensed when he began to actually massage her asshole, his broad finger circling the rim repeatedly, fluids from her pussy easing his way. Laney became more and more vocal in her protests until he gripped her waist and jerked her away from his face.
“Shut up right now or I will tape your mouth shut and use you in every way I have craved since the moment I met you,” he snarled, staring at her with unyielding, dark eyes.
Laney bit her lip and stared at him with frightened eyes. He did things that pleasured and excited her. But he also terrified her, introduced her to things she didn’t understand and couldn't being to comprehend. He refused to give her time to adjust. “Please… couldn’t I have more time?”
He shook his head, his eyes hard and unyielding. “You had more than half a year to get used to me. You wasted our time together, Laney. Now you have eight days to learn what I want.”
He dropped his face back down and lapped at her clit once more while alternately playing with her ass and attempting to squeeze a third finger into her pussy. Laney felt so overwhelmed by sensations that she exploded in orgasm, bowing against him and gushing fluids over his hands. He grinned against her and held her tightly as she shuddered, shook and moaned, coming down from the high of her orgasm. She barely noticed as he pushed a third finger into her. He was only able to go in shallow, but he was able to pump in and out a few times using her own fluids as lubricant.
He lowered her to the bed and used his thumb to circle her asshole, massaging the tiny bud and sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned and thrashed as her body began peaking once more. Leaning down, Boris flicked his broad tongue relentlessly against her clit, which was now so engorged it stood up from her body, begging for attention. She pulled her knees back and arched her hips up toward his face, gasping and crying out for release.
“Oh fuck, oh god!” she screamed as she came again, soaking him once more.
She panted and twisted mindlessly against the bindings that held her wrists. Boris reached for his jeans, unzipping and shoving them over his thighs before kicking them off the narrow bed. Laney’s hazy eyes drifted down his naked body, taking in the tattoos that trailed down his torso and hips. Her eyes widened as she reached the long, thick cock that jutted from his body, clearly turned to stone by her many orgasms. And clearly proportional in size to the rest of him.
She gasped as he leaned across her body, planting his fists on either side of her bound shoulders. He rested his hips between her sprawled legs and pressed a wet kiss against her sweat slicked throat. He met her wide-eyed stare. His gaze finally softened a little, taking in the fear written across her features.
He trailed his fingers across her cheek, sweeping long strands of straight black hair from her face. “You will be fine, kotenok. We are made for each other. You will feel pleasure in my arms, you know this.” His accent was thicker than usual as he restrained himself from just fucking her while he attempted to soothe her fears.
Her eyes were wide as she whispered, “I also feel pain.”
He shrugged. “I am not small man, and you, my Laney, are not built like tank. There might be pain. This will happen regardless. You belong to me, I have always known this.”
She frowned up at him, the haze of multiple orgasms beginning to clear from her gaze. “You can't keep me.”
His eyes hardened and he pushed himself back, reaching between their bodies. She stiffened, feeling his huge erection against her thigh. She wanted to fight him, but knew it would end so much worse for her if she did. She forced her muscles to release. He used his knee to shove her leg further up the bed and then placed his cock at her soaked entrance. Her heart beat so fast she feared it would explode in her chest. He began pressing forward, meeting resistance almost immediately as her body protested such a massive invasion.
She panted, pressing her hips into the bed and biting her lip to keep from crying out in pain. He reached under her and wrapped a beefy arm around her waist, dragging her up into the relentless press of his thick penis until she could take it no more and screamed out loud, yanking her wrists hard against the bonds that held her. She was being split in two!
He paused for a moment and she thought he would realize the impossibility in their sizes and release her, but instead he hooked his arm around her leg and lifted it over his elbow, widening her so he could push further into her silken clasp. Laney screamed again as the intense fullness increased. She arched her head back. Still, he pressed relentlessly on, forcing himself into her body, tearing through tender, unused tissues.
“Blyad, never felt anything like you,” he breathed, his big body shuddering with the effort of not tearing her apart.
Laney wanted to scream at him, to beat him with her fists and to cry that he was hurting her. To beg him to stop and then accuse him of breaking his promise. He’d told her they would fit because she was made for him. But he was wrong. He was so very wrong. She couldn't possibly be made for him, because he was splitting her apart, slowly killing her with his giant cock. There was no way she belonged to him. She was never having sex again after this. She was going to become a nun and swear off men forever. She was going to become a man killer. For real. She would murder every single one that even thought to look at her in a sexual manner.
Finally, after what felt like years, he began pulling out of her. He had only gotten halfway in. He must have realized they were not going to fit and maybe they were better off in separate cabins. He pulled out until just the broad tip of him was still clasped tightly in her heated pussy.
“Breath deep, kotenok,” he instructed her, looking down into her bottomless shimmering blue eyes.
She stared up at him, realization dawning. She drew in a breath just as he thrust forward, burying himself nearly completely within her. Laney’s face twisted as her body was forced to accept him. She opened her mouth to yell, but he took her lips in a passionate kiss, distracting her from the pain that engulfed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and forced her to dance with him in an oral duel that captured all of her attention while her body adjusted to his invasion. When she was finally meeting his stabbing thrusts with equal nips and licks of her own, he began moving within her, moving his cock through the incredible heaven that was her pussy.
Laney moaned against him as he dragged his cock against the tight walls of her pussy. Despite the fluids he’d forced from her body while giving her multiple orgasms, she was still incredibly tight and barely able to manage his thick girth. Still, the sensations he drew from her were new and foreign and so amazingly good she didn’t know how long she could hold on for. She looked up at him in desperation and surprise.
“Just let go,” he growled gently, his voice strained. He thrust harder into her, drawing a cry of both pain and pleasure from her.
He reached down and took her hips in both hands, holding them exactly where he wanted them, then thrusting full force into her, sheathing himself completely within her silken heat. Laney threw her head back and screamed as both pain and orgasm ripped through her. She bucked against him, milking him, drawing him toward his own orgasm, though he’d barely spent any time in the woman he’d finally managed to capture.
“Fuck, I am coming with you,” he growled, seconds before he pulled her hips tightly against his and pumped jet after jet of hot semen into her clasping body.
He grunted and jerked against her, staring possessively down at her as he marked her. Laney was helpless to look away. She knew he’d purposely not used a condom. She knew better than to ask him to use one. He was acting like a beast with her. She was beginning to suspect he had a plan that involved getting her to Russia. Which meant she needed to sort out exactly what her own plan involved.
With another grunt, he pulled out of her pussy. Laney gasped at the slight prick of pain and the strange sensation of fluid releasing. Boris stared down between her legs and frowned. She tried to close them but he quickly grasped her thighs and forced them back open. He ran his fingers through her pussy and brought them up to his face. She gasped in embarrassment.
“You said you weren’t a virgin,” he growled, turning accusing eyes toward her. “I knew you were too tight to be experienced.”
Laney frowned in confusion until he held fingers up, smeared in their combined fluids and clearly streaked with faint marks of blood. Laney’s cheeks flared bright red and she dropped her eyes. “I’m not a virgin,” she mumbled. “And I’m not going to repeat myself again.”
“Then how do you explain virgin blood?” he demanded.
Laney rolled her eyes and wished she could die rather than have to spend the next few minutes with him. She huffed and explained, “I may not be a virgin, Godzilla, but I am still a woman. My last monthly time was exactly twenty-eight days ago. I forgot about it during the excitement of evading your ass on a cargo ship. Now can you please let me up so I can find my Diva cup and take a shower.”
His look went from annoyed, to amused, to confused. “What is this Diva cup?” he demanded.
Laney stared hard at the ceiling and decided she wanted the ship to sink. Quickly. The next thirty seconds would be perfect. It was the only way she was going to get out of this conversation. She explained what the purpose of a Diva cup was and to her intense embarrassment and slight surprise he asked several questions and seemed not at all squeamish about her responses.
Finally, he shook his head. “Is a very handy device, but it will not do. I cannot wait for you to finish period and I do not want anything in the way when it is time for sex. You will have to use something else for now.”
Laney gaped at him. She really wished her hands weren't tied up so she could get her hands on one of their blades. He really needed a good stabbing. “Your first mistake is thinking I’m ever going to have sex with you again, let alone while I’m menstruating. You’re such a pig!”
He leaned over her, planting his fist on either side of her before leaning in and giving her his best mob enforcer stare. The tattoos covering his big body were a stark reminder of his heritage. The eight pointed stars on his shoulders a reminder of his unclaimed position. She shivered. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. His next words solidified her thoughts.
“I will take you when and how I want. Your wishes no longer matter. You belong to me, Laney Paul. Let there be no more arguments on this matter. Let there be only peace between us.”