Page 30 of Cruel Russian Pakhan
Loving the way she shivered beneath my touch, my lips moved to her neck, and I slipped my hand between her thighs, pressing against her pussy over the fabric of her dress.
“Lev…” she whimpered, her legs parting for me without hesitation.
Using two fingers, I found her clit and began to circle it slowly. Her breathing turned ragged with each passing second. When I pressed harder and quickened the rhythm, her wetness soaked through the thin fabric of her dress. A low groan rumbled in my chest as the thought of tasting her flashed through my mind. The scent of her arousal filled the room, intoxicating me, making me ache for more.
Without breaking contact, I guided her to the bed, keeping my hand firmly in place. My mouth found her nipples through the fabric, teasing and nipping until she cried out. Vera’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard, but I didn’t feel the pain. I was too far gone.
The erotic sounds spilling from her lips only spurred me on. Her body arched, trembling under me, and with one final cry of my name, “Lev!”, she shattered in my arms.
God, how I wanted to rip her dress off, to feel her legs wrapped around my waist, to lose myself in her completely. She had invaded every corner of my mind, and I ached to claim every inch of her body in return. But that was all I had to offer, nothing more.
For now, I forced myself to hold back, since something about Vera still wasn’t adding up, and until I figured it out, I couldn’t let this go any further.
Would it set my plan back?
Yes.
But that nagging doubt in the back of my mind couldn’t be ignored. I had to think about my siblings. I’d alreadyunderestimated Artyom once, and it nearly got us both killed. My family was, and always would be, my top priority.
Still, how much longer would I be able to resist her?
I was supposed to be the one holding all the cards, the one seducing her. Yet somehow, she was flipping the script, and I couldn’t allow that.
As much as I craved the way she responded to my touch, the way she moaned my name when I pushed her over the edge, I needed to regain control. Whatever this pull between us was, it had to stay physical. Nothing more.
Though she was my wife in name only, I wasn’t planning to step out on her; not that it would’ve raised any eyebrows in our world, but I still couldn’t risk her misunderstanding what this was. Even after I figured her out, that’s all she would ever be to me: a warm body to fill my bed, and a pawn to undo her treacherous brother.
I felt the soft press of her palm against my cheek and looked into her eyes.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.
Reluctantly, I sat up, and her hand dropped away. She shifted beside me, waiting.
“Vera,” I said, coldness lining every word, “despite what just happened between us, I need to be clear. As my wife, your body belongs to me. This marriage will only ever be physical. Feelings aren’t on the table. But even so, you’ll never have to worry about me stepping out on you.”
Her eyes hardened, but her voice stayed eerily calm. “I didn’t expect a controlling, possessive man like you to have feelings.”
She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “And thank you, truly, for honoring our wedding vows, even after you kidnapped me and forced me into this marriage. You've made it crystal clear I’m just a convenience, which I suspected. I'd just be a warm body at your disposal. I get it.”
She stood, smoothing her dress. “Thank you for laying the cards on the table. I appreciate it more than you know. So don’t worry, Lev. I’m a big girl.”
She met my gaze one last time, her eyes like frostbite. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to shower and get some rest before heading to the party tonight.”
She turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.
My phone rang, shattering the lingering tension in the room. I put it to my ear, Vera’s scent from my fingers drifting up to my nostrils, and my cock responded immediately.
“Yes,” I said, clipped. I walked out of Vera’s room and into my own. If I was going to make it through the rest of the day, I needed to get her scent off me.
“I’m at the office with the others in the conference room,” Jaroslav said.
“I’ll be there in forty minutes.”
“I’ll let the others know.”
I hung up and stripped off my clothes as I headed to the bathroom. The second I stepped into the shower, I brought my fingers to my nose, needing to smell her one last time before washing her away. Before I even realized it, I was replaying everything that happened between us as I relentlessly stroked my engorged cock. And as I came, I imagined her there with me, unraveling, my name tangled in one of her moans.
Fuck.
