Page 52 of The Pakhan's Sold Bride

Almost no part of me wants to stop.

I gasp against his mouth as he slips his hand beneath my top. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even tighter against me, deepening the kiss. He growls, and it makes me wild with lust.

Nestor’s hand slips from my jaw to my throat as he pushes me backwards until I’m pinned against a wall in the entranceway of his mansion.

His cock is throbbing, rock-hard, trying to tear through the zipper of his pants.

I can’t take this anymore.

I’ve been so controlled, so careful around him—but I can’t do it anymore.

My fingers find the first button of his shirt, and I tug it free, and his deep moan of satisfaction, knowing that I’m now encouraging this, rumbles through me like an earthquake.

I tug the next button free, and the next. He stops kissing me, but only long enough to unclip his handgun, setting it on the nearby shelf. He shrugs his shirt and his jacket off his shoulders, letting them fall to the floor. When he steps close to me again, both hands slip beneath the front of my shirt, and he lifts it over my body, off me, throwing it aside.

His eyes savor the delicate lace bra I’m wearing, and a satisfied smile touches his lips.

“You are exquisite, Lara,” his voice growls.

I bite my lip as my fingers trace over his belt. His eyes darken, staring down at me. I tug it free, then pull at the button of his pants.

He grabs my wrists and pins them both behind my back with one hand. My heart races when he slowly undoes my jeans and pushes them over my hips down to the floor, letting his massive hand brush all the way over my leg. I step out of my jeans and stand there in my panties.

Nestor shakes his head and closes his eyes, and I see a tremble running through him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask nervously.

“I don’t want to hurt you, little one,” he says dangerously.

I gasp in surprise, my panties getting wetter at the thought of him taking me by force.

A small giggle spills from my lips, and he knits his brows in surprise at my reaction.

“I don’t think I’m as delicate as you seem to believe,” I say, in a whisper, a dare almost.

He lets out a grunt of mischief as he shoves me back against the wall and reaches down to lift me in his arms.

His kiss is much more forceful this time, claiming me roughly, no longer worried about holding back his desire.

He reaches between us and rip his jeans open, shoving them down far enough to free his cock.

It stands rock-hard against my pussy and I whimper, desperate to have him. There is nothing but the soft lace of my panties between us.

Nestor rocks back and forth, teasing me as he slips his tongue into my mouth. With one hand holding me up, his otherhand finds my breast, tugging my bra aside and exposing my hard nipple to his fingertips.

I cry out when he squeezes it, shooting pain through me.

He rubs his teeth over my lower lip, and I tense, waiting for him to bite me. But he doesn’t.

The hand wrapped around my ass shifts forward and he slips his fingers beneath my panties, dipping them inside my pussy.

I shudder with pleasure as he teases me, letting his cock rub over my clit while his fingers slide in and out of me.

But he’s teasing himself, too, and his desperate moans are giving him away. His fingers slip out of me and something much bigger pushes against my pussy.

He thrusts forward and his cock spreads me open to the point where I can barely take a breath.

He pushes deeper, my muscles twitching, his throbbing desire pulsing through every cell in my body.

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