[ANASTASIA]
I wish I knew what’s happening, but I swear to God, I haven’t got a single clue.
One minute I’m being smothered by the lust of my husband in a horny dream that wakes me all wet and bothered, and the next minute, the moment I come out of the shower, hoping the nightmare would finally leave my head for good, the real Ivan comes out of nowhere and slams himself into me.
I try to fight him because that’s obviously what my brain tells me to do. But the more I struggle, the more he pushes me into the door, the more aggressive he grows.
I want him to stop; that’s all I can think about. But it’s like he’s possessed by some ruthless s*x beast who’s deaf to reasoning.
But if I’m being honest with myself, there’s a strange urge inside me, growing and swelling and taking root stronger
