Page 47 of Brutal Reign (Bratva Kings #3)

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.

“These look convenient.” He pulls me to the edge of the table, positioning my feet in the exam table stirrups.

“Oh, hell no.” I try to back away, but his hands are firm on my hips, holding me in place.

“Hell, yes. This is fucking perfect.”

He settles onto the doctor’s stool, rolling forward so he’s positioned between my spread legs. The gown has ridden up completely, offering zero coverage. The position leaves me bare and utterly exposed to his hungry gaze.

He stares for so long that I let out a frustrated growl.

He chuckles and blows a gentle stream of warm air over my folds. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Pavel, please…” I beg, desperate for anything to ease this ache.

“Shh. Doctor’s orders.” He runs a finger through my slit, gathering the evidence of my arousal, then holds his glistening finger up to examine it in the light, like he’s studying it for scientific purposes. “Very interesting. Patient appears to be experiencing significant arousal.”

“This is humiliating.” This is also very hot.

“It’s important that I’m thorough.” He reaches for a reflex hammer from the doctor’s kit beside the table, running his hand along its smooth handle. “This should provide excellent feedback.”

He trails the handle along my labia before slowly pushing it inside me. The smooth rubber slides deep, and I suck in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of being stretched and filled by a medical instrument.

“Sensitivity appears heightened,” he notes, thrusting the handle in a steady rhythm. “But I think a more hands-on approach is required.”

Again, he blows softly across my wet flesh, making me arch in place, until finally, finally , he puts his mouth on me.

The first touch of his tongue sends shockwaves through my core. He starts slow, exploring every fold and sensitive spot, mapping me with his mouth. The stirrups keep me spread obscenely wide, unable to close my legs or escape the intensity of his attention.

Replacing the handle of the hammer with his tongue, he spears me deep, mimicking the slow, punishing rhythm of his cock, while his hands slide up to grip my breasts, kneading them with firm pressure.

The position makes everything more intense; I can feel every flick, every swirl, every gentle bite, magnified beyond reason.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” Pavel groans against me. “I could do this for hours.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, until I’m writhing against him. When he slides two fingers inside me and nibbles at my clit, I nearly come apart. The combination of his mouth and fingers working in tandem is mind-blowing.

“That’s it,” he encourages, pumping his fingers in a rhythm that matches his tongue. “Let me feel you come apart.”

His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that makes pinpoints of light explode behind my eyes. The wet sounds of his mouth on me and his fingers moving in and out of my pussy fill the clinical room.

“Pavel, I can’t— I’m going to?—”

“Give it to me,” he demands, increasing the pressure. “Come on my tongue.”

The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing in the stirrups as pleasure destroys every coherent thought. Pavel works me through every pulse, his mouth and fingers relentless, until I’m so oversensitive, I have to beg him to stop.

“I think we should get one of these for home,” he says with a grin, picking me up and putting me on my feet.

I should be concerned that the doctor heard us.

I should be even more concerned that every time Pavel touches me, I fall apart.

Every time he looks at me with that dark hunger in his eyes, I forget all the reasons why I should resist him.

It doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself this is temporary, that I’m planning to leave.

When he puts his hands on me, none of that matters.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Pavel observes, his eyes fixed on my face. He kisses me softly, a sharp contrast to the filthy things he just did to me. “Now, get dressed. I’ll get your prescription from the doctor, and we can leave.”

“I think you ordered the entire menu,” I point out as the waiter scurries off.

“You need food. And I’m still pissed you haven’t been taking better care of yourself.” Pavel leans back, arms crossed, but there’s nothing threatening about his posture.

We’re sitting on the terrace of one of Moscow’s finest restaurants. Pavel insisted we stop for lunch after the doctor, claiming I looked pale and needed a proper meal.

The afternoon sun filters through the umbrella above our table. Even with his guards stationed strategically at a corner table nearby, this moment feels normal. We’re like any other couple enjoying lunch together on a beautiful day.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at his bossy concern.

“What’s so funny?” He hooks his foot around my chair leg and drags me closer until we’re side by side. His eyes are soft as they study my face, like he’s cataloging every detail.

“I like this side of you, fussing over me like a bossy mother hen,” I admit. “No one’s done that for me in a long time.”

Pavel reaches across the table and brushes his fingers over my knuckles, his expression growing serious.

“I hate that there was no one to care for you in the past, but that’s my job now.

” The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’ve never been accused of being a bossy mother hen before, but it’s a lot more polite than some of the other things I’ve been called. ”

The waiter arrives with enough food to feed a small army, and I shake my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

Pavel smiles and shrugs. “Have you not noticed how much I can eat? A big man like me has a big appetite.” His gaze turns molten as he adds, “And I can’t wait to eat you again… for dessert.”

I roll my eyes, even as my pulse skips. I don’t protest as he loads my plate with more food than I could possibly eat in a day, because it’s kind of nice to be cared for like this.

“By the way,” he says, taking a sip of water. “The doctor wants to see you every two weeks for the next little while. Just to check your levels, make sure everything’s stabilized.”

“Really? I’ll be going to see Dr. Medvedev? Like, at his office?”

Pavel nods. “He’s the best. If I can’t take you, one of my guards will. But no wearing that sexy-as-fuck hospital gown in front of him.”

I nearly choke on my linguine. “No one in the history of time has ever called a hospital gown sexy-as-fuck, except you.”

He winks. “Take it as a compliment.”

We eat in silence for the next few minutes as his words sink in.

Regular appointments at Dr. Medvedev’s office.

.. His office is in the medical district, a public space with multiple entrances and exits.

Even with guards, there would be moments I’d be alone.

Like in the bathroom or during the exam.

It would be perfect cover to slip away and meet Chen. ”

This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, but instead of excitement, I feel... conflicted.

Now, when I picture the quiet life on the coast that I’ve been dreaming of, it feels incomplete, empty. Like I’d be leaving something, or someone, behind.

Through the terrace railing, I watch a family walking down the sidewalk.

There’s a father swinging a little girl between him and his wife, all three of them laughing.

The little girl looks to be Kin’s age, chattering excitedly to her parents about something.

I take a moment to imagine what it would look like if Pavel, Kin, and I were walking together like that.

What would our mornings look like? Pavel making coffee while I help Kin with breakfast, the three of us reading together, swimming, or playing in the garden.

Kin showing Pavel his drawings, and Pavel teaching him to throw a ball.

Normal things, the kind of life I never dared dream of.

Not hiding, not running, not constantly looking over our shoulders. Just living.

Part of my reason for escaping has always been so Kin could have a carefree, normal childhood away from violence and danger.

But living in Pavel’s home so far has felt pretty damn normal.

Kin loves picking tomatoes with Yarik, playing Mario Kart with Dinara, and making breakfast with Pavel, who has stepped up and made Kin feel like his own.

Because he is.

I’d hoped to finish my degree. Write that book on trailblazing women throughout history.

Do I need to escape to some cottage on the far side of the world to do that, or can I do it right here, with this man beside me?

It means accepting that I’ll always be tethered to his world. But maybe Pavel is worth accepting that fate for.

He lifts a spoonful of something rich and spicy to my lips, his eyes steady on mine as I taste it, watching to see if I like it.

These past few days, since I stopped fighting the pull between us, everything has shifted. The sex is mind-blowing, but it’s the aftermath that destroys me—the way he holds me like I’m precious, like I’m the answer to every question he never knew how to ask.

I’m falling for him.

The realization hits suddenly. I’m falling for the man who destroyed my father’s empire, who forced me into marriage, who represents everything I should despise.

And I have absolutely no clue what to do about it.