Page 46 of The Pakhan

“Oh, you scared me at first. You were so huge and menacing, rarely talking to me anyway. I was certain you’d end up in my nightmares.”

“What do you think now?” I took the drink from her hand this time, pulling the rim to my lips. We were studying each other extremely intently.

Caroline dared to defy me all over again, rolling just the tip of a single finger down the side of my neck, swirling it around my Adam’s apple before allowing it to disappear into my open shirt. “Now? I know for certain you’re a raging lion who hungers to tame someone but also, you’ll die in order to protect them. Sadly, you can’t let go because of your past. You refuse to give a damn about anyone other than your daughters.”

“That’s not necessarily true but ninety-nine percent of your characterizations are correct.” Shockingly, I didn’t stop her as she unfastened an additional button on my shirt. However, I did find myself brushing the fingers of one hand down her side closer to the sash, twirling one in the loop.

“How so?” She grabbed the glass once again, taking a huge gulp before carefully placing the tumbler on the bar.

“Mmm… Caring is difficult in my position. While most of my old enemies are respectful of families, as you’re already seen firsthand, there are those in today’s regimes who couldn’t care less. Just another weakness to target. Imagine how they’d react if they believed I’d found a more intimate interest.”

“Don’t try and kid me, Vadim. You couldn’t care less about what anyone else thinks.”

My God, the woman had me pegged. Unable to stop myself, I tugged on the sash of her robe. “You are correct about that but putting a beautiful woman’s life in danger for any reason is unacceptable even for a man like me.”

“What else is unacceptable?” She couldn’t resist our connection either it would seem, and certainly refused to follow my earlier command.

“Disobedient girls I’m trying to protect.”

“Mmm… Since I’m not that girl you shouldn’t have any worries.” As she pursed her lips, she stuck out her tongue until just the tip was visible.

Her coy attitude had a way of making me laugh. “Vy ochen’ neposlushnaya zhenshchina, kotoruyu nuzhno priruchit’.”

“You have me at a disadvantage, although hopefully you know your daughter taught me conversational Russian.”

“Then what did I say?”

“Something like I’m a very disobedient woman who needs to be tamed.”

“Nice,” I mused. “You are correct. I guess I’ll need to speak to my daughter in great length.”

“But here’s the thing about your summation,” she cooed and slid underneath my arm. “You’ll need to catch me first. Oh, and before I forget. Can I bring a date to this event you’re taking me to? I mean since we’re not together and all.”

At that moment, something broke loose inside of me, the ability to resist her gone and the longing to keep her protected high. When she started to dart away, I grabbed her arm with ease, swinging her around and crushing her back against my chest. I placed one hand around her throat and finished untying the sash with my other.

In choosing against rationality, I accepted the risks, and they were significant. However, if she dared believe I would ever allow her to be with another man, especially in my presence, she was sorely mistaken.

I used my nose to slide her hair aside, nuzzling against her ear. “Hear me, zavetnyy. You are going to that party with me. As my date. And if another man so much as looks at you, I will kill him. Do I make myself clear?”

“Maybe,” she whispered in her sensual, husky voice.

“Then I guess I’ll need to teach you another lesson.”

The little vixen slid both her hands to my thighs, rubbing up and down while shifting her hips back and forth.

“My bad girl is turned on.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hungry for more.”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

I slipped my hand between the folds of her robe, rolling a single finger around her clit. As she bucked slightly, her moans increasing, she started to ride my hand. I chuckled harshly as I thrust my fingers inside a few seconds later, marveling in the way her pussy muscles clamped down. “Then you need to say you belong to me.”

“I…”

I pumped harder, using three fingers and flexing them open. “Good girls get what they hunger for, but only if they obey.”

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