Claimed As His (Mail Order Brides, 2)

By: Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent

“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he said. “Fuck, I need you hard.”

He pulled out of her, turning her so that she stared in the mirror. He pushed her feet apart, and slid inside her from behind.

One of his hands cupped her tits while the other delved between her thighs. He stroked her clit, sliding his fingers back and forth. At the same time, he teased her tits. “Look at us. You look so beautiful, and all mine. You’re my wife in every single sense of the word and I’m going to claim every single part of you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass, it’s all going to belong to me.” He nibbled her neck, and she gasped. “You want that? You want to belong to me?”

She nodded, whimpering as he fucked her harshly, but she loved every second of his claiming. This was better than she could have ever imagined.

Sex hadn’t been something that she was searching for, but in Ian’s arms, she was pleased that she’d waited for him.

This marriage hadn’t been something that she’d wanted. There were times she regretted saying yes to him, but in this instant with his cock deeply inside her, she had no regrets, none whatsoever.

She didn’t know if this would last or if they were doomed from the start.

“I want you to come for me,” he said, growling the words against her neck.

The fire once again built inside her, and the first stirrings of her orgasm struck her. She screamed his name as he scraped his teeth against the tender flesh of her neck.

He fucked her hard and she relished the burn, the dominance that he took with her. She was his woman in that moment, and she didn’t want to be anything else.

“I never knew it could be like this,” he said.

He tensed around her, and she felt the answering pulse of his cock along with the deep guttural grown that signaled he’d found his release. He held her close throughout his orgasm. When she stared at the woman in the mirror, she didn’t know who she saw.

She wasn’t like this, not normally.

Ian had completely melted away all of her defenses, and she only hoped he didn’t give her a reason to build them back up again.


Lucy’s heart was thundering, her palms were sweaty, and she was so nervous she didn’t doubt that if she weren’t already sitting down she would have passed out. Several weeks had passed since she’d been married to Ian, and the time had just flown by.

She glanced over to Ian, who sat in the driver’s seat of his Mercedes Benz. He was already looking at her, a smile on his face.

“Hey,” he said and reached out to take her hand, curling his fingers around hers and giving a light squeeze. “It’ll be okay.”

It was so crazy to think that in just in a few weeks so much had changed between them. They had spent their honeymoon in Spain, and during that time she’d learned a lot about Ian. Although he had a crude, arrogant demeanor, underneath all of that he was starting to show her that he was genuine, did have a heart, and could be gentle. Or maybe he was just pretending?

And then when they’d gotten back, they’d spent another week just getting used to married life. She couldn’t lie and say he didn’t get under her skin more times than not, that he’d always be the cocky business man who’d built his empire because he’d been cold and ruthless. But when he realized that he needed to change if he saw them working out, he apologized and tried harder. It was crazy to think he was doing all of this for her.

They were small steps, and ones she was taking as well.

Lucy glanced back at the house, or more so the mansion where Ian’s family was currently living. They were meeting his family today, and she was scared shitless. She had nobody of importance in her life, or at least she hadn’t until she’d met Ian.

And to think I hated him in the beginning, and questioned my sanity for even marrying him.

In just this short time she’d realized that he did make her happy, and that had nothing to do with the amount of money he had, or the exotic places he took her. He made her see that with him she could be a better person, too. That being with him made her happy. She wasn’t lonely, didn’t have that ache in her chest because something was missing.

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