Page 67 of The Pakhan

She looked at me in a horrified manner. “Nope. You’re not going to cause further injury to yourself. Do you realize it’s entirely possible you damaged not only a tendon but a nerve ending and if you did, without rest, it could be permanently damaged? I doubt you want that.”

When she started to get off, it became abundantly clear I would need to become more… forceful with her. I grabbed her arm, allowing my fingers to dig into her lovely skin with just enough pressure her expression of surprise turned into the cutest growl in the world.

“Don’t you dare, mister.”

“I think that’s master to you and you seem to forget something very important, Caroline.” I pressed the tip of my index finger against her chest. “You belong to me. Take off that dress and climb on my lap. If not, my lap will be used for something else entirely.”

Her eyes remained narrowed, the cute tongue sliding out of her mouth several times. I’ll be damned if she didn’t remind me of a prized Persian kitty. In my mind kitties were dangerous beasts, more cunning than humans, but it was an incredible look on her.

And it boosted my desire tenfold.

“Fine, Mr. Grumpy. However, if you damage your leg any further, I will not allow you to kvetch for even a minute. Not ten seconds. You will grin, suck it up, and bear the pain. Is that understood?” She huffed as she climbed off my lap, even cursing under her breath as she yanked at what had to be an expensive dress.

The money meant nothing to me. I’d buy her ten sexy dresses tomorrow. Seeing her so defiant after everything she’d been through told me something about her character that I’d missed all these years.

She had the strength of a lion, the resilience of a wolf, and the cunning of a fox. The combination wasn’t just dangerous. It was delicious.

And my cock was about to shift into sheer agony, I wanted her that much.

“Deal, little miss sunshine.”

Even the way she started to toss the dress across the room was adorable, but I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She took cautious steps toward the chair, gently folding and placing the frock over the back, even taking the time to smooth out the fabric. Her mother might be a frivolous bitch, but she’d taught her daughter manners, respect, and common decency.

In my world, the attributes were rare. And I never wanted anyone or my lifestyle to destroy that in her. Plus, she had a lust for life, something I’d lost so long ago. Maybe our passion was my lifeline, an intravenous drug that would infuse all the things I’d been missing in my life.

As long as I didn’t bring her down, destroy her vivacious personality, or worse.

Get her killed.

When she turned around, I was forced to take a deep breath. The way she snuck a look over her shoulder, obviously concerned someone would walk in was endearing like everything else. The soft blush shifting up from her neck as she walked closer was about to drive me buck wild insane.

But I sensed a change in her personality, the need building just like it had within me seconds earlier. She gave me one of the kinds of looks that could burn a house down in an instant before straddling my legs. I’d be damned if the little vixen didn’t cup her naked breasts, squeezing them until I was about to lose my mind.

“You are a naughty girl,” I found myself whispering. So many aspects of the man I’d become didn’t apply with her. She was sweet and innocent and I was big and bad but together we were dynamite.

“Yes, I am. And here I thought you only saw me as an innocent flower.” She shoved her finger into her mouth, pumping it slowly while she half closed her eyes.

I’d never paid much attention to feminine seduction. I’d never cared. My wife hadn’t been the kind of woman who liked to play salacious games, more down to earth, and the other women, those I’d treated as eye candy I’d all but ignored.

But this girl. Caroline was vulnerable. She was young and inexperienced, but she was her own woman. What man wouldn’t find that attractive?

Or crave?

With the sucking sounds increasing, I took the opportunity to unfasten my belt. Within seconds, she slapped my hand as if I’d been a bad boy.

“No, you don’t. You asked for this so I’m in charge.”

I chuckled, more amused than I should be given the circumstances but shit, this was more fun than I’d had in a long time. “For now, my cherished one. Don’t forget it.” I pointed to her then back to me all over again.

She just rolled her eyes before brushing her fingertip around her nipple. They were both hard and rosy, my tongue longing to lick, my teeth needing to bite down. I was one ravenous man eager to devour his feast. But no, she wanted to play.

I would do my best to keep some patience.

Even if it killed me.

When she was finished tormenting me, she locked eyes with me and finished with my belt, taking her time to unfasten my trousers and lower them with utter gentleness. “That doesn’t hurt. Does it?”

“I’m fine, baby girl. Stop worrying about me.” The pain was still biting but I’d experienced worse. And every bit of discomfort was well worth it to enjoy moments like this.

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