Page 34 of The Pakhan's Dangerous Secret
I cross the distance between us in two strides and capture her mouth again. This time, there's no pretense of restraint. My hands slide down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. She's wearing those damn leggings again, the ones that hug every inch of her ass and thighs.
"Andrey, we can't?—"
"We can." I grip her hips and pull her against me, letting her feel exactly how hard I am. "And we will."
"This doesn't change anything," she protests, but her hands are already sliding under my sweater, her nails scraping against my abs.
"It changes everything." I pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. The sight of her breasts straining against the lace of her bra makes my mouth water. "You're going to be my wife, Mariya. You need to understand what that means."
"I didn't agree—" she begins, but then she gasps when I unhook her bra with one hand and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts are perfect, full and round with dusky pink nipples that are already hard. I cup them, feeling their weight in my palms.
"It means I get to touch you whenever I want," I say, ignoring her verbal protest about getting married. I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She arches against me, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them down along with her panties. She steps out of them, and I take a moment to just look at her, naked and flushed, her skin glowing in the afternoon light streaming through the window. The neat triangle of dark hair between her thighs, the way her stomach tenses as I stare at her.
I slide one finger through her folds. She's soaking wet, her body betraying every word of resistance that comes out of her mouth. I circle her clit with my thumb, and her knees buckle. I catch her with my other arm, holding her steady as I work her with my fingers. Adding a second finger, I push deep inside her tight heat. She's gripping me like a vise, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers.
Her head falls back as I pump my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out. My thumb keeps working her clit in tight circles, and I can feel her getting closer. Her breathing becomes ragged, her nails digging into my shoulders through my sweater.
"That's it," I encourage, my voice rough. "Let go."
She comes with a strangled moan, her body shaking in my arms. I work her through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until she's boneless against me.
I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, tasting her. Sweet and tangy and addictive. Her eyes widen as she watches me lick them clean. Then, without a word, I step back and takea deep breath. She's beautiful, intoxicating like this, naked and trembling from her release.
Her eyes widen even more as I take another step backward, forcing my body to calm down. My cock throbs and my balls feel like they're going to explode, but it's important to me that I show her that I'm not the type of man who thinks only of his own pleasure.
"You—" she pauses and swallows thickly. "Aren't you going to… finish?"
My smile is tight. It's all I can do to walk away when my body is demanding I take her here and now, finish what I started.
"That was for you, Mariya," I say and take another step backward. I need to put distance between us before I lose my restraint. "I'm not a selfish man."
Before she can answer, I turn and leave her room.
Matvey and three of his men are waiting in my office when I get there. They stand when I enter, their faces professionally blank.
"The wedding is Friday," I announce without preamble. "Private and quiet. Just us and whoever we need to make it legal."
"Understood, Boss." Matvey pulls out his phone to make notes. "I'll arrange everything."
"I want guards on Mariya twenty-four, seven. Two men minimum, rotating shifts. And increase security around the entire estate. Double the patrols."
"That's going to stretch us thin," one of the other men says.
"Then pull people from other operations if you have to." I lean back in my chair. "This is priority one."
"What about the cabin?" Matvey asks. "We were supposed to go today."
"Postponed." I run a hand through my hair. "We need to get the security situation locked down first."
Matvey nods and continues making notes. We spend the next twenty minutes going over logistics, guard rotations, and security protocols. It's tedious but necessary work.
"Boss," Matvey says when we're wrapping up. "There's something else. We have a man in the interrogation room."
I raise an eyebrow. "Who?"
"Caught him snooping around the property about an hour ago."
