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    Taken by the Russian
    Taken by the Russian
    Taken by the Russian
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    Taken by the Russian

    By Alexa Riley

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    Anya is getting ready to go to college, but she's sad to leave her bodyguard behind. Sasha has been everything to her over the year, even more than he knows. She's fantasized about all the ways he could do more than just protect her, and leaving him is making her heart ache. What she doesn't know is he's got his own plans, and they include more than she could have possibly dreamed of.

    Sasha is the big Russian bodyguard everyone stays clear of. He's intimidating, rough, and knows how to kill. But there's a soft spot inside him, and it's name is Anya. He's made a promise to her father and to himself that he won't touch her until he's fulfilled his duty. But that time is almost up, and her innocence is free to claim.

    Warning: We know how our readers love it dirty with a side of sweet so we've stolen a book from Jessa Kane, and added our own little sparkle to it. It's the filthiest ever, so bring a spoon. You guys are going to eat it up.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlexa Riley
    Release dateJul 14, 2019
    ISBN9781393781769
    Taken by the Russian
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    Alexa Riley

    New York Times bestselling author Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes. They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you! www.AlexaRiley.com

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    • 5/5
      Amazing, sexy, hot n steamy book. I couldn’t stop reading. Please make it an audio
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      Yuck. The "Daddy" thing made it all too weird and instant turn off. I really mean "Yuck".
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      One of my favs by Alexa! I love that he is so hard and she is so soft. I like the way he learns to compromise versus the typical caveman tack tics. He is an alpha male yes but his heart is clear with her.

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    Taken by the Russian - Alexa Riley

    Chapter One

    Sasha

    Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Anya is an angel.

    My angel.

    Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Anya is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald-green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven-colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her tits come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth.

    Soon.

    My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hour ago.

    Uncle Sasha, will you tie me up?

    A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full-time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen-year-old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite—and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed.

    As you know, Sasha, when Anya’s mother was taken from me… David Orlov’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. Anya was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life. His expression wilts. College.

    David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty.

    When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right-hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own.

    Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commit slaughter.

    If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private. David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. But she wants her freedom. We can’t keep her locked up forever.

    Oh no?

    A matter of opinion, perhaps.

    I examine my knuckles. You want me to drive her to college.

    Yes. David turns and watches Anya through the window. Keeping her sheltered for so long…it’s going to backfire. She doesn’t know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn’t know a damn thing about men.

    And she won’t. No men but me.

    I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. No, I agree, my voice grating. She knows nothing of men.

    If she did, she wouldn’t be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading around her rooms in nothing but flimsy panties when I can clearly see her through the open door. My cock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I’ve lost count.

    Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Anya as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can’t check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I’ve replaced her tutors several times because they couldn’t devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes.

    I’ve asked a lot of you, Sasha. My work schedule doesn’t allow me to be home very often, and you’ve become Anya’s family. He gives me a look ripe with meaning. And you haven’t broken the promise you made me. You know the one. Hell, she even calls you Uncle.

    I know this. I don’t need a reminder of the purgatory I’ve been living in.

    You’ve become invaluable to me, not just as Anya’s bodyguard but as an operator.

    We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference.

    You’re the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven’t been utilized as much as I’d like. Once you help Anya transition to college life, I need you back here working for me. He leans forward across the desk. Without Anya as a distraction, we can really focus your…talents…where they’re needed. Name your price.

    I’m saved from having to answer when Anya explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. And too little clothing for my liking. Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon. My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don’t have to, because as usual, Anya reaches for me first.

    Sasha, she sing-songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. You said you’d come outside and watch me dive.

    My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image. Anya’s legs spread on David’s desk while I tongue-fuck her to a hip-bucking orgasm. Your father needed to speak with me.

    Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. About what?

    David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen. Your drive to college tomorrow. He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half naked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porn. The ones I never click on because they aren’t Anya.

    David’s cluelessness is only one of the reasons I have no guilt about what’s to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into consideration and still allowed me to raise his daughter. Me. A red-blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing. Caring for her when she’s sick.

    Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward?

    You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we’ve registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven’t been in the media since you were thirteen, so there’s no danger of being recognized. Sasha is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you’re settled before he leaves. David raps a fist on his desk. Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen.

    Of course. Green eyes flash up at me, full of wit and sass. Don’t I always?

    Chapter Two

    Anya

    This is it. I’m finally free.

    I get a running start and slide across the hood of Sasha’s black Mercedes, my butt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics.

    Watching me through broody, slate-gray eyes, Sasha tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile.

    What is his deal today?

    Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action.

    Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Sasha? I saunter closer and prop my hip against one of the rear car doors. Is that why you’re so quiet?

    His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. "Nyet."

    Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Sasha became the only constant in my life. He’s stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Sasha do anything he didn’t want to do? I have no idea. Then again, this is part of the reason I’m going so far away from home for school, isn’t it? The confusing way Sasha makes me feel?

    My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Sasha in the shower. Through the water-speckled glass, I saw his naked, six-foot-eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face—so frustratingly made of stone—splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn’t see

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