Page 24 of The Pakhan's Kidnapped Bride
The mall is busy, but I don’t care.
I’m worked up, turned on, angry, and tense. I take two quick strides to catch her and grab her arm. I spin her to face me, pulling her up against my chest and wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her there.
“Youknowyou’re beautiful, don’t you? You pretend to be coy and innocent and sweet, but you know how beautiful you are—that’s why you use it as a weapon. You use it to get what you want, to taunt and take, and then to break the heart of the person you’ve captured. Who else did you do that to, Anya? Who else’s heart did youstealandburn?”
Her eyes flare with hurt.
“You’re such anasshole,” she says, breathless and horrified. She presses her hands against my chest to push me away, but I hold her tighter.
If she wants to play with me, I will play with her, too.
Her body is locked against mine as I run my hand up her back, caressing her slowly. I rock my hips forward, pressing my cock into her stomach.
She hesitates, her attempts to escape my grip weakening. Her breathing is faster. Her eyes flash with doubt.
I run my hand up her side and over her shoulder as she glares at me, refusing to be affected by me, despite the way her heart is clearly racing.
I let my fingers wrap around her jaw, then run down her throat as I tilt her head up with my thumb.
My lips are hovering above hers. My cock is stirring as I feel the warmth of her breath against my mouth.
I want to drive her crazy. I want to turn her on and leave her restless—the same thing she’s doing to me. I want to push her limits and make her desperate and show her that she isn’t the one in control. And she isn’t the only one with the power to use her seduction to manipulate.
But when she moans, a soft, sweet, beautiful moan that slips from her lips just as mine are brushing against hers—
It almost breaks me.
I have to step away before my cock becomes rock-hard, and I have no way to hide it in such a public space.
I clear my throat and dust my hands over my shirt. My body is pulsing, pulling me back towards her. I fight against it, my heart hammering in my ears.
I look at Anya, and her face is set, void of emotion as she stares back at me.
She doesn’t look affected at all.
Did I imagine the sound?
Did I imagine that beautiful, breathless moan?
Am I going crazy?
I shake my head and let out a heavy sigh.
“Let’s go,” I huff.
“I’m not done shopping,” she sasses.
“You are, and we’re leaving.” I move to grab her arm, because I’ll drag her out of here if I have to, but she pulls away too quickly.
“Anya, do not make me throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here with everyone staring,” I warn her.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she says, her eyes flaring wide.
A low chuckle vibrates through me.
“Do you not remember all the things Idaredto do to you, kitten?”
She scrunches her nose. “I already told you not to call me that.”
