Page 95 of The Pakhan's Dangerous Secret
"I want to see you in those clothes." He moves closer, his voice dropping. "All of them."
I bite my lip, fighting a smile. "Fine. But you have to sit and watch properly."
He settles into the chair near the window, his long legs stretched out in front of him. The position is deceptively relaxed, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his dark eyes track my every movement.
I start with the emerald dress Sophia picked out, slipping it on in the bathroom before stepping back into the bedroom. The fabric clings to my curves, stretching over my belly in a way that makes the pregnancy obvious, even though I have little more than a baby bump.
Andrey's gaze heats immediately. "Turn around."
I do, slowly, letting him see every angle. When I face him again, his jaw is tight.
"Next one," he says, his voice rough.
I laugh and return to the bathroom, pulling on a pair of fitted jeans and a soft sweater. This outfit is more casual and comfortable, but the way Andrey looks at me makes me feel anything but casual.
"Come here," he orders.
I move closer, stopping just in front of his chair. His hands find my hips, pulling me between his spread thighs. His thumbs brush over the swell of my belly, and something tender flickers in his expression.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs.
"I'm getting fat."
"You're carrying my child." His hands slide lower, gripping my ass. "That makes you fucking perfect."
Heat pools low in my belly as he pulls me down onto his lap. I straddle him, my knees pressing into the chair on either side of his hips. His cock is already hard beneath me, straining against his pants.
"I thought you wanted to see the rest of the clothes," I tease.
"Later." His mouth finds my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Right now, I want you naked."
I don't argue. I pull the sweater over my head and toss it aside, then work the button of my jeans. Andrey helps, his hands impatient as he shoves the denim down my thighs. I kick them off, leaving me in just my bra and underwear.
His gaze rakes over me, hungry and possessive. "Fuck, Mariya."
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall away. My breasts are fuller now, heavier, and Andrey's hands immediately cup them. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I gasp at the sensation.
"Sensitive?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yes."
He leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots straight to my core, and I rock against him, desperate for friction. His hands slide down to grip my hips, holding me still.
"Not yet," he murmurs against my skin.
"Andrey, please."
He pulls back, his dark eyes locked on mine. "Take off your underwear."
I stand on shaky legs and slide the fabric down, stepping out of it. When I move to straddle him again, he stops me.
"Turn around," he orders. "I want to watch you ride me."
Heat floods my face, but I obey. I turn and lower myself onto his lap, my back to his chest. His hands guide me, positioning his cock at my entrance. Then he pulls me down, filling me in one slow thrust.
I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder. The angle is deep, almost too much, and I have to breathe through the stretch.
"That's it," Andrey murmurs in my ear. "Take all of me."
