“Do you like seeing me like this?” I ask bluntly, and she nods. “Do you want to touch my body?” She nods again. “Will you please?”

  “Um.” Her cheeks blush a dark shade of red as her hands move to cover her sex.

  I step closer to soothe her. “Shh. Do not be shy, little one. I know your innocence because I tasted your fresh petals. I will teach you how to please me.”

  “Okay,” she answers softly, and I kiss her. Even with her heels on she’s still a head shorter than me, and I have to dip down to touch them.

  There’s a long bench at the end of the bed, and I move around her to sit on it. I place a pillow on the floor and point to it. “Kneel in front of me?” I ask, and she eagerly drops onto it.

  She keeps her eyes on my cock as I reach forward and run my fingers through her dark curls.

  “Now, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.”

  “Wait, I thought you meant…?”

  I shake my head. “It will please me to see how you like to be touched.”

  “Then we’ll have sex?”

  The smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I lean forward and kiss her gently. “We have all night, and I will have my fill.”

  Chapter Eleven

  PUMPKIN

  His words and the soft touch of his lips to mine have my nerves starting to settle. This is all happening so fast. One second I thought he wanted me gone and my heart was breaking. Now it’s as if he never wants me to leave. Something about this man has captivated me, and I can’t stop this connection. He puts me at ease, and I find myself doing as he asks.

  I slip my hand slowly down to my sex and watch as his breathing grows heavier. A small drop of cum leaks from the tip of his cock, and I can see he’s turned on as much as I am.

  “Are you teasing me?” His voice is gruff now, and I think he might be fighting his own desire.

  He looks like he wants to grab me and have his way with me, but he’s holding back. His hands are fisted at his sides, and in this moment while I’m on my knees in front of him, I know I hold all the power. He’s issuing the orders, but I’m all he wants and the one making him fight for control.

  “I don’t think I know how to tease, to be honest,” I admit as I let out a small moan when my fingers find my clit.

  “Your every breath teases me, krasota.” He makes me feel as if I’m some sexy goddess dropped down in front of him.

  “Now use your other hand to spread the lips. I want to see you play with your hard little clit.” He sits in front of me with his legs spread, and I do as he ordered.

  More cum leaks from his cock, and my nipples are aching. I’m so close to coming, yet it’s still not happening. He slowly strokes himself as he watches my every move. I want to please him—no, I need to please him. Something inside of me is screaming to do everything he demands.

  I’ve touched myself before and gotten off, so right now it should be easy. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, but the orgasm holds itself back. It’s almost as if I’m too turned on, if that’s even possible.

  “Miller,” I beg him, and he motions for me to come closer. He lifts me easily so that I’m straddling him instead of on the floor.

  “I’m sorry, I tried. I really did.” My head drops as his hand comes up, and he runs his fingers through the waves in my hair. His big palm slides down my neck and between my breasts, and it’s like lightning everywhere he touches.

  “I know, little one. I’ve never seen anything so desirable. “

  “But I didn't—”

  He cuts me off with a kiss. When his lips touch mine, my whole mind shuts down, and it’s only him and me. I didn't know it could be this way with someone, and now that I’ve found this, could I possibly ever leave it?

  I rock against his cock, and the hand in my hair tightens. “Are you trying to get off by using my cock for your pleasure?”

  I whine in answer as my hips move of their own volition.

  “I didn't tell you that could rub your pretty little cunt on me.”

  “I’m sorry.” I bite the inside of my lip, but I don’t stop.

  There is something swirling in the air between us. I’m not sure what it is, but I know I love it. His rough orders and the dirty way he speaks to me, it’s like a secret between us. I find myself pressing my chest against his so we can be closer.

  He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, then takes his time circling it with his tongue. When he grazes it with his teeth, my whole body heats. I want to explode with pleasure, but still I stay on the edge, ready for whatever he gives me.

  He stills my hips, and I should get an award for not trying to rock against his cock. It’s right against my clit, and I know it wouldn't take much to send me over into orgasmic bliss.

  “Use me, krasota. Then it’s going to be my turn to use you.” His accent is so thick now it’s hard to understand, but there’s no mistaking his need. I rock against the turgid length, and he doesn't try to control my movements. My thighs are burning, and my hips are moving fast as he lets me take what I want. His hands are everywhere, like they are trying to trace each line of my body, and I lose all thoughts beyond the connection of his hot cock against my clit.

  “Let me watch you cum,” he whispers in his heavy voice, and I gasp.

  The orgasm finally hits me, and Miller says something in Russian that I don’t understand. He grips my hair and yanks it back as I ride up and down his hard length. As I try to catch my breath, he pulls me in for a kiss and thrusts his cock between my pussy lips. The orgasm is drawn out of me for so long that when I feel the warm spray of something on my skin, it takes me a moment to realize he came with me.

  When he releases my mouth, my head falls to his shoulder, and once again I’m out of breath. We’re skin to skin, and I feel so incredibly close to him at this moment. I know so little about him, but I know that what I feel is special.

  I kiss his neck, and all my emotions are overwhelming. I know I’m happy, but why does it feel like I want to cry at the same time? It’s like everything I’ve ever been afraid of and afraid to wish for is bubbling up all at once. I cling to him and close my eyes as the power of the orgasm truly sinks in.

  For so long I’ve felt like I haven't been home, but right now, in his arms, I’m here. I was sure when I got to my parents’, I would have that feeling, but all I had was doubt and questions about making the right decision. Here with Miller and in his arms, this is what I’ve been searching for.

  He rises with me in his arms and takes me into a giant bathroom. He turns on the tub to let it fill up, and I glance around the room.

  “This bathroom is a girl’s dream.” He places me on my feet, and I fold my arms over my chest. The bathroom is white and the whole room is so bright that he can see every flaw that was masked in the lamplight of the bedroom.

  “Do not hide from me, krasota. Your body is a masterpiece.”

  “So I should do one of those art things where you sit naked and everyone paints you?” I tease, but the look on his face has me bursting into laughter.

  “This is not funny. I would cut all their eyes out.”

  I only smile at him and shake my head, and his brows furrow. Again, he says something in Russian I don’t understand as he lifts me into the tub and then slides in behind me. I lean back against his chest, and his arms wrap around me in a tight hold.

  “You do know you’re the only man to see me naked, right?” I turn around in his arms and straddle him, not wanting to miss a moment.

  I want him to know this is all so new to me and how truly special it is. I enjoy running my fingers up and down his chest, but then after a moment he grabs both my wrists until I look into his eyes.

  “You’ve saved this gift for me.”

  One of his large hands dips into the water and cups my pussy. I smile and shrug because I’m not sure I’d call it a gift.

  “I will treasure it and take great care of you.” At his serious statement, all of my insides melt. “Then we will marry.”

  Before I can try to process what that means, he’s leaning me back into the water and putting his mouth on me again.

  Chapter Twelve

  MILLER

  Pumpkin lies back in the tub with the water skimming her belly and pussy as I raise her hips up. Her head is propped on the other side, and my hands are on her ass as I hold her and then lower my mouth to her mound.

  My tongue massages its way between her lips, and I taste her desire as her clit hardens. I suck the water off of it and lick it clean, sliding a thumb inside of her. She’s tight and hot as I savor her sweetness and grunt with my own need. I ache to have her, and the cum I smeared on her body earlier was not enough.

  “I cannot control this,” I growl, licking her over and over. “You have turned me into a werewolf because I want to howl at the moon.”

  “Miller, don’t stop, I’m close,” she moans, rocking her pussy against my tongue.

  Without thinking, I turn her over and yank her ass back against me. “You make me want to fuck you hard enough that my brother can hear me.” I bite along the delicate skin of her shoulder and up her neck. “I want him to know that I’ve claimed you.”

  My breathing is deep, and the hot water and steam move around us like we’re in the eye of a storm. “I won’t be denied.”

  She looks back at me with her big ice-blue eyes and dares to wink at me.

  “You temptress,” I growl, sliding my cock between her lips and to her opening. “You tease me?”

  “Never,” she whispers as she pushes her ass against me and the tip of my cock slides into her.

  I curse in Russian when the little witch takes more of me. She’s hot around my cock, and I have to grab her hips to keep myself from rutting into her like a dog.

  “It’s so big.” She closes her eyes and leans her head back against my chest.

  She’s delicate and soft, and I should be gentle. But as my hand moves around her hip and to her pussy, I’m not so gentle with her clit. I pop it with my fingers and thrust into her, and she cries out. The sting of her innocence breaking is smothered by the sting of pleasure to her clit.

  My cock swells inside of her, and she tries to push me back, but I only hold her tighter. “Do not fight me, krasota. You will not break free now.”

  I grunt as I thrust in a bit more so that she’s seated firmly on my cock, and her little whines are torture.

  “Miller.” The hand on my wrist squeezes, but I kiss her neck and the space under her ear.

  “Breathe, Pumpkin. You can do this for me.” Slowly I brush my fingers over her clit and pet her like a kitten. Soon enough, the warm water relaxes her muscles, and her body becomes limp in my arms. “Sweet girl, you please me.”

  I turn her face so I can kiss her lips, and when I feel her tongue against mine, I know she’s ready. I bend her forward and have her grip the edge of the tub as I hold her hips and slowly slide out. I keep my eyes on my cock disappearing into her pussy, and when I see the crimson evidence of how pure she is, I growl like a savage.

  She pushes her ass back to accept me harder, and her legs spread to allow for my size. She is perfect beneath me, and I’m anxious to fill her womb with cum.

  “Will you be my bride with my child in your belly?” I thrust and grunt as I feel my cock tighten. “Will you say your vows to god with my cum in your pussy?”

  “Oh shit,” she curses, and I slap her ass.

  “Your mouth will be pure, but your cunt will be filthy.” I surge forward and hold myself deep, reaching around and rubbing her clit.

  “I’m so full,” she gasps, yet she pushes against it as if searching for more.

  Never have I needed someone so completely before. Never have I wanted to possess a woman for my very own. The moment we connected, I knew it was over for Pumpkin. She will never be free of me now, and I’ll make sure our ties are bound so tightly she’ll never get away.

  “I will give you more than you can hold,” I grunt as her pussy squeezes me. “You will drip with my need long after I’ve left you in our bed.”

  “Miller.” Her moans echo against the marble as her pleasure releases.

  She cums loudly and bears down on my cock. I slowly pull out my long length and gently rock back inside. Her orgasm stretches out, and as I play with her clit, she cries out again as another one begins.

  My cock is a slave to her cunt, and I release with her. It feels as if my cum is being pulled from between my legs and every drop I’ve ever had has been saved for this moment. It’s heavy inside her body as I hold it within her warmth, and already I’m beginning to spill out of her.

  “Do not lose so much of me,” I order and swipe up the remains around where we are joined and rub it on her clit. She jerks against me like she’s sensitive, and I smile and kiss her shoulder and neck.

  “Oh god, Miller, I can’t cum again.” Her breathing is heavy, and her legs are limp as I hold her body in place.

  “We shall see.” I lean back in the tub and take her with me so that she can sit on my cock and rest against my chest.

  “I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers and then laughs a little as she snuggles close.

  “Perhaps I will take you once more to prove it was reality.” I kiss her neck, and she looks back at me.

  “Only once more?”

  “In this tub? Da.” I smile, and she kisses me sweetly. “You will be broken in properly in our bed.”

  “Our bed?” I nod, and she closes her eyes. “This is all happening so fast.”

  I shrug as I wrap my arms around her waist. “Fast is good. Slow is annoying.” I raise her up just a little and then rock her back down on my hard length. “You are mine.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  PUMPKIN

  How can I miss someone that I was with an hour ago? Miller said he had things to handle with his family, and while I get it, that doesn’t stop the longing.

  It’s a holiday weekend and he never did tell me if he and his brother were coming over for dinner. Now that we’re a we, shouldn’t we spend a holiday together? If it was up to me, I would have stayed in his bed for the rest of the week.

  “Stop hiding in the bathroom.” Cookie bangs on the door.

  “It’s not even locked,” I toss back.

  I’m not hiding because there’s no point in hiding from my sister. She’s going to get the information she wants, come hell or high water.

  “Oh.” She opens the door and lets herself in. She puts the lid down on the toilet and sits down to watch me while I put a cute braid in my hair. We still need to go to the store and start preparing food for tomorrow, so I want it up and out of the way. How much food can two big Russian men consume?

  “So?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

  My cheeks turn pink, and it answers her question without words. She lets out a small squeal before I hush her. I’m okay with Cookie knowing what Miller and I did last night, but not Mom and Dad. I’m sure they have a pretty good idea since I didn't come home until this morning, but I’m not going to advertise it.

  “Let’s get out of here. I want details.” I nod in agreement, and we both hurriedly get dressed.

  We’re almost out the door when my mom shouts from the kitchen, stopping us in our tracks.

  “If that man we met last night will be joining us…” She smirks, knowing what she’s doing. “We could use a few more pies.”

  “I invited him, but he didn't really give me a straight answer.” When we were getting off the plane it was a little chaotic when I’d suggested it, but Miller hasn't brought it back up.

  “Well then, ask him.” Mom turns away from us and heads back into the kitchen. “We always have extra, so it should be fine.” Mom is apparently team Miller too.

  “I can’t just ask him. It’s different now,” I whisper to Cookie as we shut the front door. “Before I was being nice, and now we’re like a couple.”

  Are we a couple? It feels like it. I let the man do all kinds of things to my body without protection. That might have been stupid and naïve of me, but I trust him, and I don’t care if people think that’s crazy.

  “You drive.” Cookie gives me the keys to her truck, and we hop in. I should have seen this coming. I know my sister so well. The moment I drop my purse down, she’s in it digging out my cell phone.

  “Ahh, he sent a text saying he misses you.” Cookie looks at the time. “And it was like thirty minutes after he dropped you off.”

  I know because I sent him one back. I glance over, watching Cookie type out a text, but I can’t read it. It’s starting to snow, and I have to focus on the road.

  “What did you say?” I ask because the phone dings back only a second.

  “He’ll be here for Thanksgiving.” Butterflies dance in my stomach at the thought. I’ve never actually had a man over to my house before.

  “Tell him to bring his brother.”

  “What, why? Are you trying to set me up?” She gets defensive, and I roll my eyes at her…though what would be the harm in that?

  “No, but they are twins and do most things together. If Miller didn't have plans already for Thanksgiving, I’m thinking neither does his brother.”

  “True.” She gives me a skeptical look but sends the text for me. She and I might not be twins, but we’re as close as Miller and Frost.

  “What now?” I ask when I see her still texting. We’re at a red light this time, and I try to get my phone back.

  “I asked if you were exclusive. The whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing is weird to say when you’re in your twenties.

  “There is nothing ‘boy’ about Miller.” I let out a small sigh, and I feel myself start to get turned on again. What has he done to my body? I don’t know, but somehow he’s in full control of it.