I Am Not Be Wed

892 WordsMar 14, 20164 Pages
“Are you well?” he asked, gently kissing her hand. “I am, and you?” she returned, though her voice was unsteady. “Quite well,” he answered. “You seem ill at ease.” “Perhaps I am,” she laughed, her voice a little higher than normal. “What’s the matter?” he asked, his brows meeting in a frown. “I had hoped to discuss something with you,” Anya said softly, looking at the ground.” “Of course, anything,” he said, touching her face and tilting it to face him, a look of concern on his face. Anya looked into his eyes and steeled herself for what she knew she had to say. “I wanted to talk to you about marriage,” she said, and he frowned. “I feel as though we have already discussed that,” he said, dropping his hand. “I am not fit to be wed.” “That…show more content…
“I don’t know where we stand, and it puts me in a compromising position.” “You doubt my feelings for you because I am not proposing to you?” Alexei spit out. “I hardly think that’s fair.” “I don’t think it’s fair for you to leave me here clinging to false hope when I ought to be looking for someone else,” Anya retorted. “Is that what you want, Anya?” Alexei hissed, and suddenly backed her up against a tree. “To find someone else?” As he spoke, she felt him press his knee between her legs and grind it against her center. She gasped, and clung tightly to his shoulders until he seized her wrists in one hand and held them tightly above her head, while the other pressed into her breast. “Yes, that’s surely what you want,” he ground out between his teeth as she writhed. “Some poor farm boy from around here. Any fool who will offer you the security of a marriage.” Alexei spat the word like a curse. He moved his hand to lift up her skirts, and Anya could only whimper as he pushed her pantalets to the side and easily drove two fingers into her already dripping core. He relinquished his hold on her wrists and buried his fingers in her hair, forcing her to look at him. His blue eyes burned with fury. “You are mine, and always will be,” he uttered the words as he mercilessly fingered her. “Marriage or no marriage. Wherever you go, whoever you meet, and whatever fool you
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