Page 65 of The Pakhan's Arranged Bride

I grab Benedikt’s face in my hands and crash my lips into his, kissing him hard. His cock goes rigid beneath me as he thrusts upwards with intense force.

I cry out against his lips, clawing at his neck with my nails.

He growls in pain and grabs my wrists and locks them behind my back with one hand.

With the other, he tugs his pants open, his cock jumps free, pressing against me.

In one, forceful move of dominance, he rips my panties off my body and thrusts his cock inside me.

I scream, in pleasure, in frustration, in anger.

Benedikt releases my hand and grabs my waist, and I press my palms against his chest, pushing him into the mattress as I start to rock my hips, riding him hard, letting everything spill out of me, purging the overwhelming chaos flowing through my body.

Benedikt groans so deeply I feel the vibration of his moan rumbling through me like thunder.

The desire and intensity builds.

His hands are firm but gently, gripping my hips and guiding me faster, holding me in place and thrusting deeper into me.

When he tries to take control, my eyes flare with anger again, and he notices instantly. Easing his grip, he lets me take the lead.

I lean back, riding him faster, his cock moving inside me, curved against me, hitting the perfect spot, and my legs begin to shake. I moan loudly, not holding anything back.

My hair falls lose over my shoulders, wild and messy as I tilt my head back and shout his name.

When I cum, my pussy tightens over his cock, every muscle pulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through me, purging the night from my body.

Benedikt’s cock is rigid inside me as he explodes his own pleasure into me.

As the heat of the moment fades, I sit on top of him, shocked, spent and drained.

Benedikt gently lifts me off him and rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms to hold me.

I snuggle against him in silence, feeling his heart beat against my cheek.

We lie like this for ages, and of all the things on my mind, the most clear thought is that I’m falling for him.

He knows exactly how to handle me. He reads me like a book, the words clear and crisp on the page. He knows what I need, and he gives it to me.

I’m falling for him.

Our connection is much deeper now than ever.

I can’t deny it anymore.

***

Early the morning after the gala I leave the house, telling Benedikt I have a breakfast date with his sister. She’s coming to fetch me.

The truth is that I don’t know how to handle this revelation of my feelings towards him.

And I don’t know how to handle the anger and fear I have towards Miron.

Everything is too fresh in my mind, and very overwhelming.

I need space and time to think, to clear my thoughts, to get away.

I am so stressed out that I feel ill.