Page 21 of The Pakhan's Sold Bride

My brows knit together in frustration and confusion.

“What does that mean?” I say nervously.

“Your father sold you to me as payment to settle his debt. You are mine now, and your father’s debt is cleared.”

“No,” I say in shock. The word spills from my lips as nothing more than a breath of air.

Laughter rolls from his chest.

Nestor leans closer to me, his lips hovering inches away from mine. “You belong to me, Lara,” he says darkly. My body spikes with desire at the proximity.

He leans even closer, and I don’t move away. I’m frozen by his advances.

Even when his lips press into mine, the heat flowing into me, I don’t move.

The kiss happens so suddenly that I have no time to consider what’s going on, and instead of reacting with anger or pushing him away, I kiss him back.

My hand threads around the back of his neck as I stand on my tiptoes.

He growls against my lips, sending a heated shiver through me.

His mouth presses harder over mine and his arm slips around my waist, tugging me into his embrace.

I gasp, and he kisses me deeper.

Nestor’s hand brushes over my back, down my body, cupping my ass as he lifts me into his arms. Still, I don’t even consider stopping him. I’m completely lost in this moment.

The desire I’ve had pulsing through me has blinded me completely, and all I can think about is the things I want him to do to me.

He wraps my legs around his waist and I almost lose my mind when I feel his massive cock, rock-hard and pressing into me through his pants.

My nails dig into his shoulder, and I moan softly against his mouth.

He pushes his hips forward, rubbing against me.

Heat pools between my legs.

The intensity of this moment blinds me to anything else.

All I want is him. I have never felt such a desire to be with someone before.

Nestor groans deeply, and the sound snaps me back to myself.

I gasp, this time in shock instead of desire.

What the hell am I doing?

I quickly unwrap my legs from around him and drop to the floor. When I look up at him, he appears just as shocked as I am. His eyes are wide and bright, the hazel appearing more yellow-gold than before.

“Um,” he stammers in disbelief.

We both step away from each other in awkward silence.

I brush my hands over my clothes, straighten my skirt, pulling my top down.

What the hell just happened?

My eyes rise and lock with his. We stare at each other, neither saying a word for the longest time. The longer I look at him, the angrier I get for what he did.