Page 76 of The Pakhan's Sold Bride

“Nestor, I had a plan. He was up to something, and I wanted to prove it. I wanted to get information.”

She won’t stop defending her ridiculous choice to tail Miron. Does she really have no clue how much danger she was in?

I’m so angry with her that I can barely see straight.

The thought of Miron getting his hands on her, of hurting her—I can’t begin to describe what it’s doing to me.

I’m sick with rage, stressed, and worried about all of the things that could have happened to her. Can’t she see it? Can’t she see what she’s doing to me?

“What do you think would have happened if he caught you?” I snarl, spinning to face her, standing over her with every muscle in my body so tense it might snap.

She bows her head lower, her lips curled in anger.

“Stop shouting at me,” she shouts back, standing up from the sofa, and pushing me away from her, trying to create space.

I take a step away, but not far.

“Nestor, I was careful. He didn’t see me. I made sure of it, and I even wore a disguise,” she sighs, rubbing her hands over her face in exasperation.

“A disguise? Are you joking right now? Do you think a hat and a pair of glasses is going to hide who you are? This isn’t a movie, Lara. This is real life, and Miron wouldn’t hold back or be gentle just because you’re my wife—in fact, he’d probably bemorebrutal because you are my wife.”

“I was trying to be useful,” she yells, throwing her hands in the air.

She’s still not getting it; she’s not understanding how crazy she’s making me. I grab her arm and pull her close, forcing her to look up at me.

“And I am trying not to lose you,” I shout angrily.

There is a tense moment of silence as we glare at each other, both holding our ground, determined not to back down—two fierce, strong personalities, each thinking that they are in the right.

Her eyes pierce into me, her brows knitted, her lips pout. I’m still gripping her arm, perhaps too tightly, but I don’t want to let go.

My gaze drifts from her eyes to her lips.

The shift in my body is instant. The flare of desire, the heat of lust that bolts through me—and she sees it, because the shift in her body is instant, too.

I tug her even closer, and my lips crash against hers.

Fireworks explode between us as our defenses drop, and the heated emotions turn to need.

She wraps her arms around my waist and tilts her head back to deepen the kiss. I push my tongue into her mouth, and she moans against me, her fingers knotting in my shirt.

She’s tugging at my clothes, pulling them off me in a desperate rush.

I tug her hoodie and her T-shirt over her head and toss them aside. She squeals when I push her onto the sofa, and she lands with a huff. I’m on top of her before she can blink,grabbing her pants and pulling them off her beautiful, slender legs. Perfectly shaped, toned and smooth.

Grabbing her delicate lace panties, I impatiently rip them from her body. Lara gasps and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling, causing pain that mixes with desire and pushes my need. My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her.

I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her legs apart, moving so that I’m kneeling in front of her. I push my face between her legs, and wrap my mouth over her clit.

The sound she makes causes my cock to go so hard it feels suffocated in my pants. With my mouth moving over her pussy, my tongue playing with her, I tug my belt off and rip my pants open to free my cock.

I grab it in my hand and begin to stroke back and forth in smooth, steady motions while my tongue dips in and out of her sweetness.

Lara lifts her feet onto the sofa, spreading her legs wide with her knees bent against her chest.

I push my tongue deeper, and she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever tasted, but I want more than this. I need it. I’m desperate to have her in a way that claims her as my own.

I stand over her, lifting her and turning so that I can sit on the sofa. I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. She’s so petite, weighing nothing as I grab her hips and hover her, legs spread wide, over my cock.

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