Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 97

10: Georgina.

So this is what power feels like.

Did I really have it all this time without knowing?

Well, I'm going to wield it now, so look out. A lot of this empowerment is seeing the evidence of how much Aleksei needs me. My Russian is a man of cold control, but right now, he's the furthest thing from his usual self. The gray of his eyes is blocked out by the black of his dilated pupils, the veins in his neck seem to pulse. He's whipping off his coat and shirt while staring me down like a lion over a lamb...and maybe I should be afraid. There is dangerous intention written all over him and it's unfamiliar.

But I know he would never, ever hurt me. This man who would care for me through the rockiest periods of my life. This man who would build me a house because of my love for a book would die before harming me. He's my man.

Yes, he's mine. We have battle lines to draw, though. I'm drawing one right now, by letting him know he doesn't dictate every single thing we do together.

Next I'll worry about college - oh, I'm going — but no way am I going to deprive us of finally coming together. Not when it has been so long in the making. And God, I'm shaking with the need to be possessed by Aleksei.

It's why I work my tank top over my head and unhook my bra clasp, lust closing in from ail sides at the shudder of his huge chest, the Russian curses on his lips. "You have learned a valuable lesson this day, Georgina. No? You and that little unfucked cunt are Uncle Aleksei's obsession. You aim to exploit me now by using it to get your way? Is that right?"

"Mmaybe once in a while —

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With a half laugh, half growl, he sheds his shirt, revealing a vicious wall of honed muscle and inked artwork and —

"Oh." I suck in a breath and reach out to trace his marked skin. Skin I only glimpsed once through the foggy shower glass. "My name. It's everywhere.

All over you."

"Da." Reaching down between us, he unzips his pants and lets out his heavy erection with a groan. Taking the flesh in his right hand, he tilts his hips, letting me see the script low on his stomach. Right above the root of his manhood, my name is scripted in bold, black ink. "You own it all, angel. I'd rip out my heart and tattoo you there, if I could."

"Aleksei..." My own beating organ lodges in my throat, heat pushing behind my eyes. "But when we were in the library, you didn't say you loved me back."

drops down above me on all fours. A panther prowling above

feast on one breast, then the other, his lips and

fucking

giggle up toward the

a forearm beside my head, he slides two fingers of the opposite hand inside me, arching my back off the grass. "I wanted to make this first time romantic, but it is proving even more difficult than

right over my clit, strumming it in a slow, rough fashion I didn't

that creates a ringing in my ears, pulsing heat beneath my belly button. "On this I will

you negotiate on anything?"

as

him rests on my stomach, throbbing in time with my pulse and slowly, so slowly, he rolls his hips back, forward, dragging his steel length over my clit. "You were mine to breed the day we

tattooed chest heaving, expanding. "Innocent or not, your body knew to tempt Uncle Aleksei and

didn't cause a painful tug within my womb. Maybe it was the way he looked at me or protected me. Or maybe it was woman's intuition. I don't know. One thing is for certain, though, no matter what happens between us in this battle of wills, Aleksei is my

I'll

one. Or one who

more.

close my eyes and imagine my belly swelling with his child and suck in a

My hands lift to cage

"Daddy."

you understand, little angel." Teeth bared, Aleksei reaches down to fist

“Be brave. My cock wants nothing more than to worship you, Georgina." More inches

me, tearing a scream from my throat. Sharp pain blooms between

great shudder passes through his chest, and he rears back, driving me up the grass with a ferocious buck of his hips.

"Try harder."

hands and falls down on top of me, lodging his face in my neck. "Forgive me, angel. I've waited so long, imagined you from every angle, and still

his hair, stroking down his back. I am powerless to do anything but comfort the

can no longer ignore Aleksei's. He's breathing like a man who just swam ashore from

I always knew lurked beneath Aleksei's surface comes out to play. His eyes are animalistic as he shoves my thighs open and begins to pound himself into me. Even in

grits out, his face tipping toward the sky to shout my name. "Sitting