Page 105 of Brutal Reign
Pavel moves the stethoscope, his hand sliding across my chest with clinical efficiency. But when his knuckles accidentally graze the side of my breast, my cheeks flush with heat. I shift on the table, trying to relieve the ache building between my thighs.
“How are you feeling?” Pavel asks. When our gazes meet, his mouth curves up, and I realize he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I say quickly, trying to focus on anything but his infuriating touch.
“Move it above her heart now. Take a deep breath, Mrs. Fedorova.”
This time, when Pavel repositions the stethoscope, he’s shameless. His palm glides over the top of my breast. My nipples shamelessly harden, and I can’t help the breath that escapes me.
I shoot him an admonishing look, but he just shrugs and leans in to whisper, “Just following doctor’s orders, wife.”
Like the devil he is, he continues his slow tease. His knuckles brush over my nipples through the cotton, teasing them into hard peaks. When I whimper, he cups my breast, squeezing with enough pressure to make me squirm.
“Her heart rate seems elevated,” Dr. Medvedev observes with concern. “Are you feeling anxious, Mrs. Fedorova?”
“Maybe a little,” I manage before Pavel’s hand closes over my breast completely, his fingers rolling my nipple in slow, torturous movements.
“What are you stressed out about, angel moy?”
I glare at Pavel, but every nerve ending screams for more. I arch forward despite my best efforts to hold still. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and from the way he drags his teeth across his lower lip, he’s enjoying every second of my torment.
“Nothing,” I hiss, shooting Pavel daggers as his free hand trails down my side and slips beneath the bottom of the gown. “Just a little… on edge.”
Pavel leans in, his voice a low whisper. “If the doctor wasn’t here, I’d bend you over this table and fuck you with my tongue until you screamed. You know what? I might have to do that anyway.”
There must be something wrong with me, because the filthy threat makes heat lick down my spine and settle between my legs.
“Definitely an elevated heart rate,” the doctor mutters. “Perhaps being in a medical office stresses you out.”
I cough as Pavel keeps rolling and pinching my nipple with one hand while the other glides lower, hooking a finger under the lace of my underwear. “Must be it.”
“I wonder what I can do to help relieve your stress,” Pavel muses, tracing the edge of my labia with his fingertip. I swear this man is fucking diabolical.
I’m about to tell him off, but I lose the words when that same finger strokes through my folds. I’m already embarrassingly wet from his teasing, and when his digit circles my clit, I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“Medical exams can be stressful. Perhaps we should take a break,” the doctor suggests.
My head shakes in warning, but Pavel is not deterred. His thumb finds my clit, pressing down as his fingers push inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars. The sensation is too much; I’m already wound tight, and it’s impossible to keep quiet.
A cry starts to escape my throat, but Pavel’s hand shoots up, covering my mouth so the sound is muffled against his palm.
“Great idea, Doctor,” Pavel purrs. “Could you step outside for a few minutes?”
“Of course,” the doctor blurts, practically fleeing.
I don’t have time to feel embarrassed because the moment the door closes, Pavel fucks me harder with his fingers while he continues to strum my clit.
I gasp and roll my hips into his touch, chasing the friction of his palm.
“What do you need, baby?” His voice is dark velvet, dangerous and tempting.
“You know what I need.” I hear the tremble in my voice.
“I do. And now you’re going to lie back on this table like a good girl while I take care of you.”
Pavel’s smile is pure sin as he guides me flat on my back. God, how far I’ve fallen. This man makes me insane.
He pushes the gown up around my waist and slides my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. The cool air hits my exposed flesh, making me hyperaware of how slick I am.
