Page 44 of The Pakhan's Arranged Bride
His scent intoxicates me, pulls me from reality as I fight for self-control.
But there is no control.
I am not the one in control.
My body is screaming a hundred things, but not one of them is for him to stop.
His breath is hot on my lips as he lets his hand drift down my throat, between my breasts, cupping my breast in his hand and letting his thumb brush over my nipple. It hardens instantly beneath his touch.
His other hand releases my wrists and moves down my back, over my ass, his fingers slipping between my legs, cupping my pussy. I yelp in fright as he picks me up, lifting me and pushing my legs open as he pins me against the wall again, this time with my legs wrapped around his waist and his hand still teasing over my pussy from behind as he holds me.
I arch my ass backwards, desperate to feel more of his touch.
I can’t believe this is happening.
My body wants all of this, everything. I want to feel him in every way possible. I want him to use me as a toy, to take me and make me scream his name.
I have my hands wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips against mine, my fingers threading up into his hair, knotting there, holding on, not willing to let go.
He pulls me away from the wall and turns to carry me towards the bed.
Benedikt throws me onto it. I lie there in shock, staring up at him, my dress hitched up high and my legs bare for him to let his eyes roam over.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, bit by bit, revealing his perfect muscles. His Adonis belt, the dark hair like a pathway beneath his belly button.
He shrugs his shirt off his shoulders and grabs his belt, yanking free.
He snaps the leather in his hands, and I jump, my eyes shooting wide.
“I told you I was going to have to punish you if you misbehaved, Ulyana,” he growls dangerously.
I can’t believe my eyes.
I shift up the bed, unsure whether I like the idea of where this is going or if it terrifies me.
He grabs my ankle and pulls me down towards him again, flipping me over at the same time. He wraps his fist through my hair and pulls me onto my knees with my back pressing into his front. I can feel his cock against me, rock-hard against my back as he rubs himself over me.
I tilt my head back and let out a sigh of desire. He lets go of my hair and his hand drifts down my neck, over my shoulder, pushing the straps of my dress off my shoulders.
The soft silk slips easily off my body, falling around my waist.
Benedikt cups his hands over my breasts from behind and teases my nipples. I arch my back, pressing myself harder against his cock.
I hear the belt snap again and jump in fright. He grabs my wrists and wraps the leather around them, then he steps onto the bed and drags me to the headboard, tying the belt to it and restraining me in place.
“Benedikt,” I gasp, rolling onto my back and looking up at him, standing over me.
He pulls his pants loose.
My body throbs with lust as he pulls them down, freeing his cock.
It’s massive.
Thick veins pulse over the underside of his shaft as I stare up at him.
He pushes his pants off his solid, thick thighs and kicks them onto the floor.
The look in his eyes is one of wild animalistic desire.
