Page 59 of Cruel Russian Pakhan
I cut her off, sharper than I meant to be. “Artyom won’t go for it, especially coming from you, a woman he clearly despises. He won't be interested in a peaceful meetup this time.”
That, and the stunt you pulled at the club was an added log to the fire.
Katya shot to her feet. “Lev, I can’t keep living like this, knowing I have a family out there and being told I can’t even see them.”
I stood and reached for her hand, but she pulled away.
“Katya,” I said more firmly, “You don’t understand. Artyom doesn’t play fair. If you go to him again, he won’t let you leave. He might not even marry you off this time, he’ll do something worse, just to hurt me.”
“Lev, this isn't about you, it's about me! I'll bear whatever it is Artyom wants if I can see my siblings.”
“Katya…”
“No, Lev! You don’t get it!” Her voice cracked. “You had parents who loved you. You have siblings who would die for you. You know what it’s like to be part of something, to belong. I want that too, don’t you see?”
I heard the pain in her voice, saw it etched in her eyes. I knew what it meant to her, to have a family, to be with them. But I was a selfish bastard. I didn’t want to risk losing her, not even if it meant giving her the one thing she wanted most in this world.
I moved toward her and wrapped her in my arms, lifting her face so I could see her eyes.
“You do belong. To me…to my family.”
“But…”
“You don’t want me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“I do,” she breathed.
“Then show me.”
She stood on her toes.
And I bent, pressing my mouth to hers as she melted into me.
Chapter 20 - Katya
Lev guided me to the sofa, sinking down and pulling me into his lap, straddling him. His kisses deepened, hungry and unrelenting; his fingers tangled in my hair like he couldn’t get close enough.
His mouth trailed kisses along my neck, then lower, to my collarbone, until my shirt was somewhere on the floor, followed quickly by his.
“God, you're beautiful, Katya,” he grunted as he took one lace-covered nipple into his mouth.
He licked and sucked, alternating between both breasts while massaging them with his hands, his touch both reverent and possessive. I arched into him, shameless, wanting more. When he unclasped my bra and his hot mouth enveloped my bare nipple, I moaned from the very center of me.
Lev eased me onto my back, never breaking the kiss, his hard cock pressing insistently between my thighs. I shifted under him, restless with want. My sandals hit the floor, forgotten. In one fluid motion, he peeled away my jeans and panties, while shoving down his own pants and boxers. The second our bare skin met, we both groaned.
He lifted himself slightly and slid his fingers between my soaked folds, teasing me.
“Lev…” I whispered, breathless.
My hips bucked toward his touch while my hand slid between us, wrapping around the thick length of his cock. I rubbed the tip gently, felt the slick wetness already there, and stroked him slowly. Lev hissed through his teeth.
“Katya,” he growled, thrusting two fingers inside me, and I gasped as he gripped my ass with his other hand. “Let go, baby. If you keep touching me like that, this is gonna be over before it even starts.”
Startled, and turned on, I dropped my hand.
“Good girl,” he praised, through a growl. “Put your hands over the side of the couch. Keep them there.”
I obeyed, bracing myself as his fingers began to thrust in rhythm, his mouth descending to my clit. The moment his tongue flicked over me and sucked hard, my body jolted. He did it again, and again, until my cries caught somewhere between ecstasy and surrender as I was pushed over the edge.
