Page 63 of The Pakhan's Sold Bride

I take Lara’s hand and walk across the busy event hall, maneuvering past the crowds of people who all turn their heads to watch us. Lara walks behind me, and when I glance over my shoulder at her, my heart races with excitement.

I lead her out of the main area into a storage room off the side, closing the door behind us.

The room leads to a second room, packed with ridiculously expensive art, about to be auctioned. That room has heavy security locks on the door, and technically, there should be a guard in this room, but he must be taking a break.

“What are we doing in here?” Lara asks, confused, as I turn to face her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming tonight? It’s dangerous for you to just walk in here like this. I need to know your movements—your plans…” My words trail off; I’m lecturing her, and she’s just grinning at me with that darkly naughty smile I recognize.

“Am I in trouble?” she asks, pouting.

“Yes,” I reply, almost a growl. “You are in trouble, Lara.”

I step closer to her, backing her against the wall.

“Will you punish me?” she asks, sending a deliciously dangerous spike of adrenaline through me.

“I have to. I have no choice.”

Her eyes go wide, playfully scared as she bites her lips and traces her fingers over the front of my shirt.

“What if someone comes in and sees you punishing me?” she teases.

I growl, low and aggressive, my inner beast ready to tear her to pieces.

She gasps, genuinely surprised.

In a flash, I have her wrists locked in my hand and pinned above her head as I lean my weight against her, locking her between my body and the wall.

I push my cock against her body to show her what she’s doing to me and she makes the most beautiful sound, like a cat purring, as she tilts her head backwards, her lips parted.

I lock my mouth over hers and push my tongue between her lips and she writhes against the wall, rubbing against my cock, driving me even crazier for her.

We both freeze as the door opens a fraction and someone stands outside, turned away from us, talking to another person.

“No, he’s not there; he went to help the boss with something. He’ll be ten minutes.”

“Oh, thanks. I’ll come back.”

The door closes again, and Lara starts giggling.

“I guess we have ten minutes,” I smirk.

With my free hand, I push her dress up over her hips, pulling her hands over my neck and lifting her against the wall.

I tug my pants open and free my cock and Lara gasps as I press it against her. Hooking her panties with my finger, I tug them to the side. She’s soaking wet for me.

“You’re lucky we’re short on time, little one. I’ll save the punishments for home, where I can make you scream.”

As I say it, I thrust forward, and Lara almost does scream before I clasp my hand over her mouth and fuck her as hard and deep as I can.

Chapter 18 - Lara

Nestor has not accepted my offer to help, and I’m convinced it’s because he doesn’t realize that I am qualified and capable. I’ve been trying to think of a way to prove to him that I can be useful, and the only thing I’m aware of that he’s struggling with is his stepbrother, Miron. And Sergei.

He needs proof to show his mother, to open her eyes to what’s really going on. It breaks my heart to think that Leticia is so in love with Sergei, and Sergei is just using her. That isn’t fair, and she doesn’t deserve that. I am as angry with Sergei and Miron as Nestor is. I understand why it’s driving him crazy and why he loses his cool around Miron.

So, in an attempt to help him, I’m sitting at his laptop in his home office—sneakily, I admit—going through his files.

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