Page 44 of Cruel Russian Pakhan
I worked the dress lower, dragging the silky fabric over her hips. She lifted her ass without needing to be told, helping me strip it from her. When I looked at her again, my breath caught.
Black lace barely hid the thick, perfect mound between her thighs. She shifted, unsure, and my gaze locked with hers. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with need.
Fuck.
God help me, I was going to wreck her, and worship her. I wanted to lose myself inside her to the point where I never found my way out, if only for tonight.
After removing her heels, I stripped, fast and impatient, not caring where anything landed. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, and when I leaned over her again, it pressed against the heat of her slick panties.
She whimpered and I groaned.
I bent down, kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her throat. I felt her heartbeat thundering against my lips.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Katya,” I murmured, voice hoarse.
“And you’re a very beautiful man, Lev,” she whispered back.
God. My name in her mouth. That throaty, breathless half-whimper, half-moan that tightened my cock even more.
I dipped lower again, kissing her stomach, her hips, the soft skin just above where I ached to be. Her hands trembled in my hair, but she didn’t pull away.
I passed one finger slightly between her thighs, over her damp panties. I watched as a shiver ran through her
“You drive me insane,” I muttered against her skin.
I eased my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pushing them down her hips, when she froze beneath me.
My body tensed instantly. My chest hurt like a train had slammed into it.
Shit.
If she wanted to stop now, I’d stop. But fuck, I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t piss me the fuck off.
I blew out a breath, forced myself to pull back, crawling up her body until I was hovering over her. Her eyes were shut tight.
“Katya,” I said gruffly. “Do you want to stop?”
She shook her head, but didn’t open her eyes. Her breathing hiked a fraction.
“Open your eyes.” The command came out harder than I meant, but I needed her to look at me. I needed her here, with me, not in her head.
Her eyes flew open, and I watched emotions swim in them.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
She bit her lip. Carefully, I brushed it with my thumb.
Then came the whisper so fast it barely made sense.
“I'mavirgin.”
I stared at her, stunned, not because I doubted it, but because she was young and fucking beautiful. She could’ve had anyone. But no one had touched her. No one had been inside her.
And now she was giving herself to me.
To me.
A Bratva bastard who kidnapped her, accused her, dragged her into my world and changed everything she knew.
