Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 96

9: Aleksei.

I've had my fair share of arguments with the angel.

She has been a teenage girl for our entire acquaintance, so this did not come as a surprise. When one of her younger tutors invited Georgina to a party, Georgina didn't bother asking me if she could go, obviously knowing I would object. She merely attempted to sneak out, tiptoeing right past where I sat waiting in the driveway, drinking a cup of coffee. Her reaction was not pleasant. Especially when I enumerated the kind of trouble waiting for a fifteen-year-old girl at a house party. I came dangerously close to explaining what I would have done, in my former life, if I came across her at a party. And I wasn't handcuffed by my vow.

She would have been flat on her back before she could blink, my dick so deep she would feel it in her little throat.

My thirst for Georgina is unmatched. Before the day I saw her looking so sad on the front porch, I'd spent my life providing for and protecting my family.

Moving up through the ranks of the Mafia. There was no time for women, and I didn't give a shit. Yet the moment Georgina turned her green eyes on me, I was consumed. Obsessed. Never before had a female of any age even turned my head, but this one. She'd called to the deepest part of my soul. Life stopped being a burden and became something that would be spent making her happy.

Making her mine.

"Are we almost there?"

My cock grows thick hearing her voice for the first time in an hour. "Da," I rasp. "Very close."

She sits up straighter and scans the lush greenery we're passing. There's a definite curiosity in her expression, but not quite enough to overtake the stubbornness.

"You have been thinking very hard over there."

"Yes, I have."

Her arms are back to being crossed, and I sigh. "Would you like to share?"

"Yes, I would." My patience thins rapidly, waiting for her to continue, but she finally does. "In the library, you said...you've been wanting to touch me for a long time."

Fuck. My blood pumps fast and hot at having my hunger for her out in the open. "I've been a slavering beast in a cage, angel. Is not quite the same thing.

talking in a rush. "Well, I was thinking about how you take off every

headed, my lips jump at one

And you might think I'm totally innocent —

I interrupt, unable to keep the steel out of my voice. "I knew you were innocent already, but now that I've had my finger buried in

to know men need...sex. So if you weren't touching me,

hell. I've been keeping close track of the clock, and we're only one hour from the end of my contract. But this display of jealousy is going to make the next sixty minutes feel like a fucking eternity. Because her Russian temperament would make her feisty and giving when in the

anger seeps from her in

On Sunday evenings, I make this very

"Our

is no need to point it out to her, because she

Pride gets trapped in my chest. "For you,

jumps from the car, running into the yard where I've pictured her millions of

trees hang around on all sides of the white two-story home I commissioned, complete with a green roof and window shutters.

of Anne of Green Gables and learned it was her favorite. From that day forward, it became a tradition to read it to her when she ails. In the last five years, I have only been sick once — and it only lasted one day. But I'll never forget when Georgina slipped into my dark room with her copy

on the cover of Anne of Green Gables." She spins around with tears in her eyes, launching herself into my waiting arms. "You did this? You... built

ground, my hands

tears in her eyes, the moisture spiking her

yet." She turns toward the house and releases a

to my gift, there's dread bubbling inside me. We arrived earlier than expected due to the lack of traffic, and there's a tick behind my eye, sharpness in my gut.

she will be yours in all ways.

done on countless visits while furnishing the house. Georgina squeals at our surroundings, wiggling around on my cock to get down. My lips peel back in a growl, but I let her go, forcing

Easier said than done.

thighs, her tits jiggling up and

in to test it out, she

me, I almost

enters the bedroom. What will soon be our bed is a mere foot away, king-sized and softer than a cloud. I know this because I tested and discarded several choices before settling on the gold comforter and white silk sheets. She runs a finger over the bedding, and my loins tighten with need, my hands aching to push her backward