Page 43 of The Pakhan

“You’ll need to be more specific, beauty. I can’t read minds.”

“I thought you could do everything, that you were all powerful.”

His deep chuckle sent a thrill through me all the way to my toes. “I guess we shall see. Now, you will obey me. You will heed my commands. So, tell me. What do you want?”

“Fuck me. Don’t hold back, Vadim. I need you. Drive your cock deep inside. Make me feel even more special than you already have.”

If he was startled by my words or disappointed because good girls shouldn’t be saying such filthy things, I wouldn’t know. The expression on his face was even more carnal than before. He brushed his lips back and forth across mine then did as I asked, thrusting the remainder inside, capturing my mouth to keep my cry exploding into his.

I scratched my nails down his arm, wrapping my fingers around his solid muscle as if I needed to hold on. He was the only stabilizing presence in my life, the only reason I got up every morning. And he was the sole reason I was still breathing.

He was my everything.

And I wanted more. Forever more.

You will burn in hell.

Now it was my father’s turn to scold me. I wanted to laugh. Maybe I would the next time I saw him. Look, Daddy. I’m no longer your good girl.

As if I ever had been.

Vadim grabbed my other leg, yanking it around his hip as he broke the kiss, his heavy breathing floating across my face like wildfire. As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.

Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, intertwining my legs as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder than before.

My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, telling and a promise of things to come.

“I’m going to fuck you for hours. And then I’ll start over again.”

If only that could be the truth. If only this could be reality instead of a single, beautiful fantasy.

Shuddering in his hold, every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, and he lost his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him. He should be my forever, not just my first.

I shut my eyes, squeezing them to keep from becoming emotional, concentrating on the continued blast of pleasure. As he drove into me hard and fast, the tingling morphed into another climax so shockingly powerful it twisted my stomach, igniting every synapse.

“Yes. Yes…” I lolled my head to the side, gasping for air as the orgasm continued roaring through me, every nerve ending in flames. When he finally pressed the full weight of his body against mine, I let out a slow and scattered sigh. Then he wrenched my arms over my head, holding them captive, kissing me as if his life depended on doing so, hungrily and without reservation. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness, his need to devour every inch of me, but I’d never felt such utter bliss in my life.

As he overwhelmed me with his tongue, thrusting it in and out, I realized I’d never felt so wanted or so alive. I struggled in his hold for no other reason than I wasn’t used to being treated so possessively, but his kiss continued to ignite the stoked fire deep within.

He lifted his head, holding my gaze as he’d done before, grinding his hips into me as his jaw clenched. His entire body was shaking, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he released deep inside, filling me with his seed, fulfilling the beautiful fantasy. I refused to blink, taking in every precious moment and when his hips began to jerk, he thrust even harder, stealing what was left of my breath.

He gasped for air, grunting as he threw back his head. As he erupted deep inside, I had never felt so fulfilled or satisfied in my life.

Seconds later, he pressed his forehead against mine, gasping for air, and I closed my eyes, falling into a dark abyss, a sweet golden haze that I prayed would never end.

We were close, so close, but my gut told me this would be the only taste. We weren’t destined to be lovers.

We weren’t designed to be friends.

He was my savior.

My protector.

And my best friend’s father.

The slippery slope was widening.

Only seconds later, he rose from the bed, brushing his fingers down my chest to my right leg, taking his time as if this was the first and only time he would allow such a weakness to occur.

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