Page 86 of Claimed By the Pakhan

The man inside of Emil is bound to break soon. Everyone falls weak for something, and Emil is staring directly at his undoing.

I smooth my hands over my breasts, flicking my nipple, desire sending shock waves through my body.

My hand gravitates back to my pussy, my clit begging for a few more rubs. That is all it will take. But I need Emil to break first.

I keep pinning him a glare, the corner of his mouth twitching. He touches his cock through his pants, massaging himself.

“Just fucking admit it,” I say, closing the distance between us. “You want me. And you can’t live without me.”

“I will destroy you.”

“Maybe I want to be destroyed.”

“No, Fia?—”

Too fucking late. I grab his cock, running his length through my fingertips before undoing his belt buckle and shoving his pants all the way to the floor.

I lower onto my knees, admiring his incredible form. His legs are laden with muscles, his quads like tree trunks, sturdy enough to hold up the entire world, and yet he still thinks he will destroy me. Emil is the most indestructible man I have ever met, my only constant in a world that is always changing shape. He is proof that I can tackle through the hard times and live to see the sun again.

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the top and working my way down.

“Fuck this,” cusses Emil, launching me onto the couch.

I gasp, heart beating out of my chest as I land with force, looking at the ceiling, which soon disappears as Emil enters my frame of vision.

His black eyes engulf me, turning everything dark. The black stubble peppered along his jaw, followed by the shadows clinging to his cheekbones, paint him in an unholy light.

But I am done being holy.

Chasing freedom, finding my own independence, was only going to lead me down another dark path that would result in me feeling more alone than I already felt.

My memories might still be hazy in parts, but I see everything clearly. Feathers need to be ruffled sometimes, marriages forced upon you, in order for one to see the truth. And when I look in Emil’s dark eyes, my future is bright.

He shoves his cock all the way into me, pinning me against the couch. My entire body folds around his presence, clinging around his cock like the thing is my salvation.

Desire circles low in the pit of my stomach, reaching boiling point.

“One last time,” grunts Emil between desperate thrusts, edging us both closer to the end. “To see you off into the world.”

Time stills as I catch his eyes, his gaze matching his words.

Pleasure folds in half, the pressure building, ready to explode.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” says Emil between aggressive thrusts, capturing my face in his hands. “I’m undoing the shackles you have bound around your own wrists and letting you fly.”

“No,” I whimper, stalling my orgasm, not wanting this to end. But the ball of fire in the pit of my stomach can’t wait another second. Emil thrusts into me once more, caressing my sensitivewalls, and the fire bursts, leaving a bittersweet feeling behind as I feel satisfied, but still empty.

An ache forms in my heart as I look up at Emil, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

“One last time,” says Emil, kissing me softly on the temple as he withdraws from my pussy. “For old time’s sake.”

“Our children need you.”

“They need the life you yearned for when you were young. I can’t give them that.”

“You’re more than a Bratva leader. I see a different side to you.”