Page 98 of The Pakhan

As my mother always told me, I couldn’t control the future, at least not entirely.

I was as hungry as he was, no longer aching. No longer scared. We ripped at each other’s clothes, his laugh boisterous and unexpected.

And so deep and dangerous.

While his look was even more possessive than before, there was also still a sparkle of relief in his eyes. I had worried him.

Which meant my bottom would pay for it later.

He finally let me down and I was the one laughing as I fumbled to unfasten his belt. He was so big and strong and so tall. All I wanted to do was to see every inch of him. I longed to lick the lines of every tattoo, getting to know them up close and personal.

“You’re not in charge,” he told me in a husky growl as he ripped off my shirt then his, jerking the bloody linen from the back.

“I could be,” I purred and finally unfastened his belt, yanking on the zipper with enough force I was certain I’d broken it.

He was just as forceful, yanking down one bra strap then the other, deftly removing the tight confines as if it was nothing. I shouldn’t ever be shocked by how good the man was at anything.

“Never,” he huffed and continued undressing me just like I was doing with him.

I’d never felt this way, the desire completely uncontrollable. When we were both devoid of every scrap of clothes, I jumped onto him, crushing my legs against his hips.

His breathing was labored and he wasted no time, shoving me against the wall, jutting his hips forward. His cock found its way with ease and with a single brutal stroke, he thrust the entire length inside my still aching pussy.

For a few seconds, we were in slow motion. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall while he took scattered breaths. The way my muscles constricted and relaxed was euphoric. Electric sensations crawled down my spine all the way to my toes.

“Oh…” There was no other word I could say. I lifted my arms, pressing them against the wall. There was no worry of falling. The man had a tight hold and when he pulled almost all the way out, I sucked in my breath.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk any longer.”

His words were more enticing than they should be and I bit my lower lip, every nerve standing on end and on fire.

The way he fucked me was like we were both running out of time or maybe as if he’d realized what there was to lose in life.

Every savage drive shoved me against the wall but all it did was create a feeling of floating. Some passion was meant to be animalistic instead of romantic. I was convinced of that. Especially around this man. His needs were stronger than even his hunger, but the way his eyes pierced mine was different.

For twenty plus years, all I’d seen in the man’s dazzling eyes was the stern but loving look of a father. I’d never witnessed him working his business or handling a damning issue. I’d never known about how dangerous his life really was. He’d done a damn good job of masking the other side of him and his world.

But he’d been unable to mask anything around me now. A switch had been flipped both in our level of intimacy and in the acts of truth I’d seen about his world. Did I wish I could go back to the girl who’d easily been able to pretend he was just a brilliant businessman?

At first, very much so.

But now? Not a chance.

I’d been gifted the golden key to the inner sanctum of the man and how he’d become so powerful. And truth be told, I loved every second of it. Maybe I was a danger junkie. My parents would say my vision had been clouded and I was a fool. But I no longer cared. I was happy. Ecstatic.

After fucking me long and hard for a few minutes, he slowed his pace, grinding his hips into me as he nuzzled into my neck. His whispers were sexual and tingled every part of me.

“Fucking you is more important than breathing. It’s the sunlight and air that keeps me alive.”

I wasn’t certain how I could have such an impact on him. He’d had and could have any woman out there, but he wanted me.

As I tried to arch my back, I clung to his shoulder with one hand, my inner core heated to the extreme. I couldn’t see clearly but knew I didn’t need to. He would be my eyes and ears if necessary, keeping me protected and wanted.

Vadim was an insatiable man and I had no idea how he had so much stamina, after all the stress and exertion earlier.

I raked my nails over his shoulder, giving him a mischievous grin. He responded by spinning me around again, taking long strides to his office couch. I’d always wanted to be fucked on fine Corinthian leather. He sat down, requiring me to straddle him. Now he was the one who threw his arms over the back of the sofa, giving me his version of a wicked look.

“Fuck me, baby girl.”

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