Though her wedding ceremony hadn't been the happiest event of her life, Jane found herself several hours later partaking in what would pass for their reception with surprising enjoyment. She sat at her new husband's side eating a sampling of each new Russian dish that was placed before her in one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. The owner, Vladimir Sitnikov, had closed the establishment to the public on the occasion of his wedding and invited only his closest friends and soldiers. Some of the food she enjoyed and some she pushed away after one bite.Jane knew that she would have to impress the men that surrounded Vlad, and among the Russians there was only so many ways she could do that. Strength and vodka. Since she wouldn't be winning any arm wrestling competitions in the near future, she ended up downing shot after shot of vodka in honour of her health, her beauty, her fertility and whatever else the jovial foul-mouthed men could come up with. After a few hours of revelry,

Vlad ushered her into the passenger side of his sleek Mercedes and then slid into the drivers seat. Throwing it in gear, he roared down the driveway. Jane wondered where they were going that he would drive himself without his usual armed escort. She was glad though. Strangely, she felt that she wanted to keep this more light-hearted Vlad to herself today.Jane started to get excited when she realized they were heading toward the marina. She turned to him with a broad grin. "A boat!" she announced.Vlad chuckled, "Yes, detective, a yacht."Jane clapped her hands together, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "I've never been on a boat before!"Vlad looked over at her, taking in her flushed, happy features and couldn't help himself from reaching out for her hand and squeezing it. "It will be my pleasure then to be the first to take you out."Jane sighed happily as Vlad maneuvered the Mercedes into a parking spot. "I suppose marrying a rich man will have its perks after all. I get half

"You will learn Jane," he said huskily, approaching her from behind. She tried to twist her head around to look at him, but her silky hair fell forward blocking her view. "Until I'm certain you are going to be an obedient wife who will not attack her husband with little provocation.""Fuck obedience," she snapped, anger flaring in her once more.Vlad chuckled. "Yes, Jane. I intend to fuck the obedience into you. It seems to be the only way to keep you in check. Now be a good girl and stop talking before you make things worse for yourself."Jane's opinion of him became louder and angrier. Vlad brought his hand down on her ass cheek in a hard smack, causing her to jump. Instead of quieting her though, her objections became louder until she was insisting he untie her so she could attempt to 'kick his ass' with more success than she had minutes before. Vlad reached down and picked up her thong from the floor. He tore the delicate fabric with ease and then reached over to pick up a cloth

"Vlad, no!" she gasped, a delightful shade of pink flushing across her delicate features. "Do you really think they saw us the other day?""I have no doubt," he said cheerfully, kicking the bedroom door open and tossing her on the bed, enjoying the abandoned sprawl she ended up in. "There is an open archway, in which anyone can wander through and back out discreetly.""Fuck, Vlad!" she gasped, giggling as he pulled off her flat shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. Next, he unzipped her jeans and began tugging them over her legs. "I'll never be able to look at those people again, let alone discuss meals with them.""Do you wish me to replace the staff?" he asked, yanking her shirt over her head."No!" she said quickly. "Don't you dare!""It is better than having them killed, do you not think so, love?" he asked seriously, pulling her legs wide and kneeling between her spread thighs."Vlad! That's horrible, don't say things like that!"He chuckled. "Then I will leave their fat

When Jane entered the shadows of the barn, the familiar smell of hay and warm livestock hit her, sending her back sixteen years. She closed her eyes and stood still, simply enjoying the nostalgia. She hadn't thought it was possible for her to miss any part of this life. She knew when she left on her Rumspringa that she wouldn't be back. Her parents had known it too. Her father had hugged her for a long time, while her mother had taken Lucy by the hand and firmly walked away from the daughter she'd never understood. Jane had left and moved to the city. She changed her surname in an effort to distance herself with anything Amish to one of her favourite characters, a woman detective named McKinley, in a novel series she had smuggled into the house as a teenager.Jane had never felt like she belonged in the community. She was small and dark-haired while most of the others had light hair. Jane had been an inquisitive, nosy child and was never content to be left behind while there was an adv