Page 44 of The Pakhan's Forced Bride
I smile, surprised that he can be so considerate. His reputation as a womanizer is fading in my eyes. There hasn’t been a single interaction that’s made me think of him that way. He’s always been the one to respect me.
But I don’t want him to respect me anymore. I want him to take me. To be wild with me. I want to feel the devil inside him, to play with his monsters, and to let him use me for his own pleasures.
He lifts me off his lap, and I settle into the passenger seat as he starts the car and pulls back out into the road. He reaches over and places his hand on my thigh again, and it’s as though I didn’t just find release at his touch. I’m already at the boiling point, needing him again.
But this time I’m desperate for more. I want to finally lose my virginity.
I want to lose myself to him.
Ardalion’s hand moves over my thigh, his fingers digging into me, letting me know how frustrated he is as well.
He drives faster than usual, rushing to get home, eager to continue what we started.
The car stops outside the mansion, and we both spill from it, eager to get into the house.
He grabs me halfway up the stairs, lifting me against his chest as he carries me inside, kicking the door closed behind himself.
I giggle as he wraps my legs around his hips, turning to press my back against the closed door. His lips are on mine with force as he thrusts himself against me. He’s as hard as he was before. As eager and dominant.
His kiss is deep and passionate as his hand runs down my back.
I moan against his lips, and he thrusts his cock against my pussy, rubbing himself between my legs.
Ardalion pauses, leaning back to look at me.
“Are you sure you want this, Belle? With me?” I search his eyes, noticing the doubt.
“Please, don’t stop, Ardalion. I’ve wanted this since the moment I first saw you.” The confession leaves my lips before I have a chance to think about it. Desire flares in his eyes, his cock throbbing against me. He pulls me from the wall and carries me towards the stairs.
In the bedroom, he drops me onto the bed and falls over me, pinning me beneath him. His hand moves slowly up my leg, savoring every inch of my naked skin beneath his fingers. He growls with satisfaction as he pushes my legs apart and cups his hand over my pussy.
I lift my hips up towards him.
His phone rings and he tugs it from his pocket, about to toss it away when he catches a glimpse of the screen and the name flashing across it.
“Fuck. I have to take this call. I’m so sorry, Belle. He wouldn’t call this late if it wasn’t urgent.”
“Who is it?” I ask, as Ardalion rolls off me and stands up beside the bed.
“Emmanuil, my cousin. He runs San Diego,” he says as he slides the green button across the screen to answer the call.
“What’s going on, Em?” he says, his voice not hiding his annoyance.
He listens for a moment, and I sit waiting, eager for the call to end.
Ardalion starts pacing around the room, pushing his fingers through his hair and shaking his head. “Now?” he asks roughly. “I’m busy right now." A pause. “Everyone?”
He huffs, shaking his head.
“Fine. Give me fifteen minutes or so. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
He snorts. “I said I’d be there,” he snaps.
He hangs up the call and shoves the phone into his back pocket again.
“I’m sorry, Belle, I have to go. The bratva heads have called an emergency meeting. I don’t know what it’s about yet, but Emmanuil is hyped up and stressed, so it can’t be good. Apparently, everyone’s attending.”
“Everyone?” I ask, immediately thinking about my brother.
