Like it rough, p.1
Like It Rough, page 1
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Copyright© 2023 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0884-3
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Editor: Lisa Petrocelli
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LIKE IT ROUGH
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2023
Chapter One
Chloe Baker told herself she was not going to cry, even as tears filled her eyes and her heart felt like it was breaking. She should have known, and now she felt even more foolish than she ever had in her entire life.
Her husband of exactly three hours had been ordered to marry her. Roman Sidorov. When they had met a year ago, she had known him as Roman Smith. He was supposedly a small businessman who owned a couple of restaurants, but that was the furthest thing from the truth.
He was a member of the terrifying Zaitsev Bratva. They ruled the city. She hadn’t dealt with them on a one-to-one level, but they were the reason she had no family. Her parents as well as her brother had been driving home from the cinema, and gotten caught in the crossfire. They’d been killed by stray bullets.
Chloe had lost everyone that night. Her parents had not left a will, so she’d been unable to keep her home. She had no choice but to move out, selling what possessions she could in order to find a place to stay.
She worked as a bartender, until Roman came along.
The bar was owned by the Zaitsev Bratva. It all made sense now. Chloe had vowed to bring them down, and being a curvy woman, she was able to blend into places because everyone overlooked her, and she had seen some … things.
Chloe thought about the cop she’d been going to see. He must have been in on it as well. Paid off by the Bratva to look the other way. He sold her out.
Roman had come into the bar late one night, asking for a drink. Chloe had been the one to serve him. The first night, he didn’t say anything, nor the second. For a whole week, he came, ordered a drink, rarely drank it, and then left. It was during the second week that he began to talk to her. It started as small talk. He’d bring up his day, mention work, and he seemed like a nice guy.
She found herself looking forward to his visits, even anticipating them. After the pain of losing her family, she didn’t think it was possible to enjoy life again, but Roman changed that. He made her feel. He helped her to make peace. He had no idea she planned to take down the Bratva—at least she didn’t think he had, until today.
Their wedding day.
The first shock had come when she entered the church and saw all the guests. She didn’t have any friends, but Roman had packed the church. By the time she made it to the end of the aisle, she had spotted three people from the Zaitsev Bratva, and in that moment she had known.
The next giant shock was, she thought she was marrying Roman Smith, but had become Chloe Sidorov.
Then of course, the wedding photos. She had to stand side by side with the men responsible for killing her family. She didn’t make a scene. She stayed polite, smiled, and acted like the good little girl her mother had taught her to be in those settings.
Once they got to the reception, everything had changed.
Roman had been on his cell phone the entire journey. The polite person inside her had struggled, but she had remained calm. She’d not caused a scene. She had sat there while he made his phone call, and then waited.
The moment they arrived at their reception, Roman abandoned her. There was no one she knew. No one. So, it was easy for her to make her escape, to find Roman, to find out what the hell was going on.
“Well, I have to say, Roman, you did surprise me. I suggested the girl needed to die, and you married her.”
“She won’t be causing any problems. I’ll take care of it.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to have your work cut out for you. There’s no way of hiding who you are now.”
“You told me to handle it, I did. Chloe has her … uses.”
It had all been a setup. Roman coming into the bar. He wasn’t a normal businessman. He was a member of the Zaitsev Bratva. The ink on his body should have been an indication, but it wasn’t.
Chloe let out a scream as arms wrapped around her waist. After discovering the truth, she had tried to make a run for it. The guards at the main entrance had refused to let her pass. She had no choice but to attempt to sneak past the kitchen. That hadn’t worked.
There were several rooms at the hotel, so she snuck inside one, found a window that opened, and climbed out of it, attempting to run through the gardens to find an exit.
“Let me go!” She tried to pummel the hand that held her, but it was no use.
Chloe refused to give up. She released a scream, and again berated the thing that was holding her. It wasn’t Roman. She would recognize that touch anywhere. She was going to be sick.
She had given her virginity to Roman. There was not a part of her soul she hadn’t opened up to him.
A fresh wave of anger rushed over her as she attempted to attack the man that held her captive. This was insane. Could she not escape now?
She slapped the hands again, trying to wriggle free. There was no way this was easy for the guy. She wasn’t a light woman, hadn’t been for some time. Chloe wanted to scream because no matter how hard she tried, he refused to let go. Insufferable man.
Anger filled her.
They were back inside the hotel, and the next thing she knew, she was being dumped on the floor. She saw the bed out of the corner of her eye, and then the two feet—Roman’s two feet, in what appeared to be Italian leather, of course. Another little tidbit she should have paid attention to. Roman always had perfect-fitting suits. It was like the suit had been made for him, and from what she could see, this one had. Expensive.
Everything about him screamed money. She figured he was just a good small-time businessman, maybe was owed a few favors along the way. She had no idea the extent of those favors.
None of it was true. He wasn’t owed any favors. Fear helped him get what he wanted.
“Chloe, trying to run… I didn’t think you were the kind of woman to flee a problem,” Roman said.
She clenched her hands into fists. How dare he? Finally, after several seconds passed, she lifted her head and glared at him.
“And I didn’t expect you to lie to get your way.”
He crouched down, his feet lifting, and he reached out, cupping her chin. She jerked back, but he grabbed her once again, this time tighter than before. There was no way for her to get him to leave her alone.
“I know you’re upset, but you and I both know you love it when I touch you.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and a certain hatred flooded her heart.
She was swift, shoving him hard against the chest, and he was unprepared for her attack. She straddled his waist. Chloe couldn’t do anything but press down on his shoulders. She was no match for him in strength. She didn’t even come close. The only reason she had gotten the upper hand was she’d taken him by surprise, and Roman was letting her.
“That was uncalled for. The only reason I ever let you touch me is because I thought you were someone else. You lied to me, and for what? You were supposed to kill me.”
She gasped because suddenly she was the one on the floor. Roman slid his thighs between her legs, and she realized how vulnerable she was, open like this. He could take what he wanted.
He tutted.
“Why would I kill you, Chloe? When I know I can have a whole lot more fun with you.” He pressed his lips against her neck and she hated the gasp that escaped.
She didn’t know what it was about this man, but he seemed to set her whole body on fire. There was no way for her to control it. She felt completely owned by him.
His teeth nibbled on her pulse, and his tongue slid back and forth, then suddenly, he moved down.
The wedding dress she wore didn’t have any straps, and her breasts were held up and confined by a tight corset built within the dress. Roman’s lips teased across the top of her dress, hinting at what he could do to her.
Her traitorous body was already on fire.
Chloe wanted to deny him.
She wanted to hate him.
In fact, she did hate him, but it didn’t stop her from loving him as well.
****
Roman Sidorov was not known for doing things the easy way. In fact, he was used to doing things the very hard way. He had no problem getting his hands dirty when the occasion called for it.
He had a lot of kills under his belt, and he was loyal to the Zaitsev Bratva. After the street war that broke out two years ago, he had learned of the casualties, including civilians. Roman didn’t mourn people. He simply had no feelings about them, but he did work to a code. People who didn’t get in the way were free to live their lives.
Now, the people in the car had lost their lives due to sloppiness.
He had already killed the men who’d attacked without thinking, causing a scene, and costing a lot of money to deal with, through different avenues of the law. The Zaitsev Bratva had legal and illega l businesses. He was one of the men responsible for making money, but keeping problems at bay. Roman knew he was the master of it. Whenever there was a problem within the Bratva, something needing to be cleaned up and dealt with, he was the one to call, in every situation and scenario.
Then a year after the incident, he got a call from a cop on their payroll about a young woman, Chloe Baker. She was attempting to give information to help incarcerate the Zaitsev Bratva. At first, he was intrigued, until he listened to everything she had—recordings, photographs—all of them coming from their own bar, Hugh’s.
Hugh’s wasn’t a bar he frequented. The women who danced there were often desperate for a taste of the good life, and he just didn’t like that level of desperation, unless he was the one doing the torture. He had gone to the bar, intent on finding out who Chloe Baker was. He had his orders to handle the problem, from Zaitsev himself.
The easy option would be to kill her. Only, Chloe had intrigued him from the moment he walked into the bar. First, she had given him a drink without a word. No conversation or even flirting. She didn’t attempt to press her tits together to gain his attention, and she was dressed as most barmen, long black pants and a shirt. Obviously, she wore the female versions that did amazing things for her figure. There was another little detail he liked. Roman loved a woman with curves. He loved big tits, a nice, juicy ass, thick thighs, all of which Chloe possessed.
She never flirted with him. He had to initiate conversation, and again, this was new to him. Over the years, he had gotten used to women throwing themselves at him, practically drooling at the title.
Rather than kill Chloe, he’d decided to enjoy her. It had taken him ten months to get her into his bed, and much to his surprise, she had been a virgin, even though he had a hunch she was. In all his forty years, he’d never had a virgin. Chloe had become a pure addiction to him. One taste hadn’t been enough, so for the last two months, he’d been enjoying her every chance he got.
Marrying her was the only solution. As his wife, she wouldn’t be able to get into too much trouble, at least that was what he told himself. He never planned for her to learn the truth, not so soon anyway.
“You’re sick!”
“Are you telling me your pussy isn’t wet for me right now?” he asked.
In response, she let out a whimper.
Chloe liked it when he talked dirty. He’d never been much of a talker, and when it came to sex, he liked to fuck. With Chloe, he was learning a whole lot more that he enjoyed.
She had been a virgin, his special virgin.
No more. He’d claimed that two months ago. It was the final decision he had to ask her to marry him. Roman hadn’t realized just how much of a virgin she had been. Now he knew. And he fucking loved the fact he was the only man who would ever know how amazing she felt. How tight and hot. He would be the only man to hear those little gasps as he took her by surprise and drove her higher and higher.
As he kissed along the top of her dress, hinting at taking her tits into his mouth, he reached down, pushing the wedding dress out of the way, and stroked her inner thigh. He started at her knee and traced the tip of his fingers up, moving closer toward her pussy. The moment he reached the apex of her thighs, he gripped the lace of her panties and tore them right off her body. The offending item was in the way, and he wanted to touch her, skin to skin.
He pressed his palm to her pussy and slid two fingers between her wet slit. She was soaked with her own arousal. Plunging two fingers deep inside her cunt, he pumped in and out, hearing her moan. She arched up, thrusting her pelvis against him. With two digits inside her, he pressed his thumb to her clit and stroked back and forth. Another moan.
She could try and fight it all she wanted, but Chloe loved him. She had told him so. When he asked her to marry him, she had been filled with joy. Roman wasn’t a man controlled by his emotions, but he had loved how excited she was.
It was all for business.
He knew just the right way to touch her, to set her on fire. The dress was a problem, but he didn’t care.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
Chloe glared at him. “I hate you.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate.” He leaned in close, pressing his lips to her ear. “And I know you love me. I know you want to spend the rest of your life with me, giving yourself to me.”
He repeated some of her vows back.
With one hand inside her, working its magic on her sweet cunt, he unbuttoned the zipper of his fly with the other and eased out his cock. He was rock-hard.
Roman had gone along with her silly tradition of them not having sex for the whole week. She had said it would make their wedding night more of an anticipation. He didn’t need to wait a whole week as each time with her was even better than the last.
This woman was messing with his head. He couldn’t seem to control himself.
Pulling his fingers through her pussy, he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and then inch by inch, slid inside her.
She cried out, but didn’t once tell him to stop. He gave her a chance, a few precious seconds to make this stop, but he felt her tight, hot cunt as it fluttered around him. Desperate. Hungry for cock. And he was more than willing to give it to her.
Grabbing her hips, he fucked her harder, driving in deep, filling her, fucking her. He slammed balls-deep inside her, and then stopped, pulling back so he could feel her clit. Stroking back and forth across her sweet nub, he drove her higher and higher, pushing her over the edge, and she screamed his name as she came, hard.
He held her hips, driving inside her, filling her with each thrust. Roman didn’t give her a chance to come down from the peak, but he was determined to join her. He did so within minutes of her release.
This time, he drove inside her. All the other times, he’d used a condom. This time, he didn’t. Nothing to protect her from having his child. Roman held her in place as wave upon wave of his cum flooded her body, filling her up. In that moment, he wanted her to get pregnant.
Chloe wasn’t going anywhere. She was his wife, and he intended to keep her.
“I want a divorce,” she said.
“No.”
She wouldn’t be getting a divorce, an annulment, nothing.
Chapter Two
Roman watched as Chloe stepped out of the bedroom, coming to a stop the moment she saw him. During their wedding, he had already taken care of her apartment, not that there was much to take care of. The few pieces of furniture had come from her old home. They were the only pieces she hadn’t sold.
They were now in a room in his country estate, along with a few other items she wasn’t aware he had located and repurchased.
Looking over his newspaper at her, he saw her hesitate as she caught sight of him. They’d been married for three days. Three very long days. At least to her, they had been long days. Not to him. He was enjoying his time as a married man.
“I thought you would be gone already.”
The past three days he had no choice but to attend to business. When his presence was needed, he was always there. For Chloe, she had tried to make an escape multiple times a day. His men were no fools and they didn’t take any chances. He had told them she was not to leave under any circumstances.
“No work today,” he said.
Chloe wore one of the silk and lace negligees he loved so much. He had purchased a whole range of colors for her, and today she wore the red one with black lace. Absolutely stunning. He loved it.
They hadn’t talked since their wedding. After they had fucked, he left her alone, gone for a drink, and given her a chance to … be. That’s what he had done the last three days, but no more.
She looked at the chair then toward his kitchen.
He watched her ass as she stepped into his kitchen. He picked up his mug of coffee and took a sip. Chloe took a few moments and then stepped back through, carrying a bowl, spoon, and her cup of coffee.
She put her stuff down on the table and left, coming back seconds later with the cereal he knew she loved. The woman was obsessed with peanut butter. She loved everything to do with it, including cereal. She sat down, poured out a bowl, and then added some milk, taking a seat opposite him. He watched her as she put her spoon into the bowl and then hesitated.
