Page 13 of The Pakhan’s Arranged Bride (West Coast Bratva Pakhans #2)

She’s lying on the bed beneath me as I stand over her.

She’s trapped, her hands bound and her dress halfway down her body.

That perfect body.

Fuck, I am going to do things to her tonight that she will never forget.

I’ve been waiting too long for this moment, and I won’t stop now.

Her eyes are filled with hunger as I lower myself to my knees, pushing her legs apart.

I grab the edge of her dress, and in one sharp movement I rip the soft fabric from her body.

She screams in fright as it tears, falling off her, her breathing getting faster when I brush my hand down her stomach, over the lace of her panties.

Every inch of her is perfect. Every part of her body is too beautiful to describe.

Just looking at her is enough to push me over the edge.

I wrap my hands around her narrow waist, lifting her hips onto my lap, spreading her legs wide. Her perfect little pussy is arched up towards me.

She writhes beneath me as I press my hands between her legs, letting my fingers dig into her inner thighs.

I let my thumbs drift closer to her sweetness, pulling her beautiful pink lips apart. She’s soaking wet, glistening with desire.

I groan loudly as I let one finger slide inside her.

Ulyana gasps and shudders beneath my touch.

Warmth engulfs me and I envision my cock sliding into that tight little space.

She closes her eyes and tugs against her restraints.

I grin, watching her pleasure as I slip another finger inside her. She feels too small to handle me. I will have to be gentle with her.

I move slowly as I start to circle my thumb over her clit. For a moment she seems frantic, wanting more, losing control.

“Stay still or I’ll stop,” I warn her with a deep snarl.

She bites her lip, her brows knitting in panic as she fights her body’s natural urges.

My cock throbs watching her. I could never stop. We are beyond that point. My eyes are worshipping every inch of her. My body is screaming to have her—no, I couldn’t stop.

Ulyana slowly rocks against my hand. I grab my cock and while I’m massaging her clit, I press my cock against her pussy, rubbing it up and down over her wetness.

I don’t know who I am teasing more—her or me.

I push against her and my cock slides into her, not all the way, but enough to make me almost lose my mind.

Ulyana cries out in pleasure as her pussy is forced to spread open for me.

I push deeper, trying to let her adjust to my size, but fueled by those beautiful sounds she’s making. She lifts herself towards me, begging for more.

I grab her hips and pull her pussy down onto my cock, thrusting deep into her.

She gasps for breath, her fingers knotted around the belt, digging into it.

“Fuck me, you are perfect,” I growl.

Slowly, I begin to move in and out of her, letting my cock push deep, then pulling back slowly.

The pleasure is building, and she’s getting frustrated because I won’t let her move faster. She arches up and I press my hand over her flat stomach and press her back down. When I thrust into her again, I can feel my cock pushing her stomach up.

It sends a pulsing thrill racing through me, knowing how deep inside her I am, knowing that I am claiming her fully.

Suddenly, I want more. I want everything.

I lean forward and tug the belt free of the bed, pulling her close to me. I hook her bound hands over my head and sit her on my lap.

I start to bounce her on my cock as I grab the back of her head and pull her into a kiss.

Using the weight of her body, I drop her onto my cock and penetrate even deeper than before.

She moans against my lips, crying out every time I thrust into her.

When she whispers my name against my mouth, I lose my mind completely.

It’s soft, sweet and desperate.

“Benedikt.” Barely a whisper. A breath of air.

My name on her lips.

I push her onto her back and lie over her, forcing her legs wider with my hips. I start to fuck her like I own her.

Her moans get louder, closer, building with her own tension.

Her legs are shaking, spread around me. My cock is plunging deep into her pussy over and over again, forcing her open.

But her pussy is tightening around me as her pleasure builds.

She tilts her head back and I wrap my hand around her throat.

The orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. It steals her breath. It makes her shudder beneath me.

I explode inside her, growling as I thrust forward.

***

I roll onto my back and pull Ulyana with me, letting her lie on my chest. My heart is racing as I catch my breath, my hand drifting up and down her spine, my fingers slowly tracing patterns over her soft skin.

I can’t believe how incredible that felt. It was so intense, the connection was so easy, so perfect. Everything about her turns me on. I want more, even now, after I’ve just had her. I want to taste her.

When I try to move, I’m surprised to find that she falls asleep in my arms, her cheek pressed against me, her lips parted as she breathes peacefully.

A smile breaks over my face and I settle back down, pulling the blanket over both of us and closing my eyes, ready to sleep as well.

***

In the morning, I wake up with Ulyana curled against my side, her arm draped over my chest and her leg threaded through mine. The blanket is low around her waist, her breasts are pressed against me and I can’t imagine a more perfect way to wake up.

She’s fast asleep, muttering softly in her dreams, a slight smile spread over her face.

I watch her for a moment, trying to hear what she’s saying, but it’s more a mumble than any real words.

At first, it’s peaceful, but when her fingers flex against my chest and her brow furrows, her mumbles become more fearful.

She’s stuck in a nightmare.

I wrap my arm tighter around her and whisper, “Ulyana, you’re safe with me.”

She hesitates in her dream.

“You’re safe, little fox,” I say again.

A sweet moan spills from her lips and I feel her stretching her legs out as she slowly wakes up.

She rolls a bit, half on her back.

When she realizes she’s wrapped around me, she flushes with embarrassment.

“Um, oh, hi,” she stammers, shifting away, blushing lightly, her gorgeous breasts uncovered.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I grin, enjoying her shyness.

Ulyana grabs the blankets up over her chest, trying to hide her nakedness. “Morning,” she mutters.

“I’m going to make coffee, and maybe some waffles. Do you want to join me for breakfast?”

She nods, a tight smile on her beautiful lips. “I’ll be down in a moment.”

I throw the blankets off myself, not bothered in the least by my nakedness. I stand I stretch, then glance at her and chuckle at the fact that her eyes are hungrily exploring my body.

I could take her now. I could make her sing those sweet little sounds again.

But she looks awkward and shy.

I take my time selecting a pair of sweatpants and slipping them on before I head for the door.

“I’ll be downstairs,” I wink at her.

She smiles wider, lowering her eyes and shaking her head slightly, amused.

***

Down in the kitchen, I’ve already got two fresh cups of coffee made when she arrives, barefoot, in a pair of jeans and pink T-shirt, fresh out of the shower.

My instinct is to pull her into a hug, but she looks stiff and nervous. I decide to throw caution to the wind, and I step close to her and wrap my arms around her.

For a moment, she is stiff as a plank, but then she lets out the cutest little giggle and slips her arms around my waist, snuggling into me.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask.

“I did, better than I have in a while.”

Reluctantly, I release her, gesturing towards her coffee. “Two sugars. And the waffles are almost toasted.”

“Shall I get some sauce?”

“Yes, butterscotch, it’s in the fridge. I’ve got bacon in the air fryer.”

“Oh, that’s my favorite too,” she grins.

We work together making the waffles, moving awkwardly around each other, neither of us quite knowing how to act.

She sits on the high chair at the kitchen counter, swinging her legs as she happily eats her waffle and sips the hot coffee. I stand with my hip against the kitchen counter watching her, eating my own waffle, enjoying every moment of having breakfast with her.

Something has shifted between us. I hope it doesn’t shift back to the way it was before. I love this side of her. Her guard is down, and she’s let me closer to her.

“I’m going into the office in a bit. Do you want to join me? I won’t be there long.”

“That would be amazing. I should get changed then,” she says, taking her last bite of waffle.

“Don’t be silly. Wear whatever you want to wear.”

***

Ulyana walks into my office ahead of me, wearing the same blue jeans, but she’s changed into a very feminine white lace shirt and paired it with her white sneakers.

She looks fresh and beautiful. Her hair is braided down her back, clasped with her silver butterfly clip.

I walk proudly behind her, knowing that she belongs to me.

She sets her purse down on the coffee table and sits down, picking up a magazine.

“Good morning, sir, Mrs. Karamazov. Would either of you like coffee?” my assistant says, standing in the doorway. Tiara is a mousy girl with a timid personality.

“Yes, please, two sugars,” Ulyana beams.

“Same for me,” I say.

Tiara does a polite nod and leaves.

When I hear footsteps coming into the office a little while later, I think it’s her and don’t lift my eyes from my work.

But when a man clears his throat, standing in the doorway, both Ulyana and I look up in fright.

“Nez!” Ulyana shouts, leaping to her feet and running straight for Nestor. She jumps up and wraps her arms around his neck and he hugs her tightly. “Hey, kiddo,” he says, holding her off the ground in a massive hug.

“What a surprise,” I say, standing, laughing at how excited she is.

“I arrived this morning, thought I’d stop by,” he muses, setting his sister back down on her feet.

I walk around the desk and shake his hand, slapping him on the shoulder. “It’s so good to see you,” I say.

“I came here to ask for your house keys so I could surprise my sister,” he chuckles. “But I guess I don’t need those anymore.”

“You should have told me you were coming.” She playfully punches Nestor in the arm.

“That would have defeated the whole purpose of surprising you, Yana,” he laughs, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a half-hug.

Watching her with him, playfully happy, excited to see him and full of love for her brother—it softens my heart and makes me smile. She’s so beautiful, so kind and sweet and gentle.

I want to experience more of this side of her.

Since she arrived here, I’ve been struggling to connect with her. She keeps me at a safe distance, driving me freaking crazy, but also teasing me with possibilities.

Last night was incredible.

I really hope it’s changed things between us for good. From here on out, I want her guard to be dropped. I want her to feel safe with me. When she is with Nestor now, I can see her just being herself. I want her to be like that with me as well.

The smile on her face now—I want to light her eyes up like that.

Nestor and Ulyana sit on the sofa in my office, chatting away and catching up. My assistant brings another coffee in for Nestor.

I give them space to bond while I carry on with some work.

After an hour or so, Nestor stands up and rolls his shoulders.

“I suppose I should do some work while I’m here.” He groans a little and turns to me. “Do you have time to go over a few things?”

“I’m going to go for a walk. I need to get some fresh air,” Ulyana stands up, taking her cue to leave us to talk business.

Nestor smiles fondly after his sister, then sits down in the chair opposite my desk.

He leans back and sighs. “Any news on that asshole, Miron?”

“He’s still missing in action. We had a few sightings of him, but nothing we’ve managed to pin down. He’s so sly. It’s driving me crazy,” I huff.

“And the shit that happened at your warehouse the other day?”

“I’m convinced it was that rat. We got news of him earlier that day, then lost him again. And then a bomb gets delivered right into my warehouse, in one of my own crates meant for another product? It was a fuckup. I’m sure it was him.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Nestor nods, rubbing his hand over his chin. “That’s why I was thinking we need to expand the search, bring in more people. If we work with another ally, it can only do good.”

I lean back in my chair and fold my arms across my chest.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I wait, knowing he has more he wants to say.

Nestor smiles tightly, leaning forward. “Listen, I invited him here today just so that you can hear him out.”

“Who?” I ask tensely.

“Ard.”

“Ardalion. You’ve invited him here?” I growl, standing up, already furious.

“Yeah, he’s in reception now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarl, wanting to refuse the guy access to my building but finding out he’s already inside.

“Come on, Bennie, don’t be so stiff,” Ardalion says, leaning against the doorframe of my office.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I shout, throwing my hands in the air.

Ardalion walks into my office and stands with his arms folded as he glares at me. “You need me, Karamazov.”

His fucking ego knows no limits.

“I need you to leave,” I warn him.

“Come on man, hear me out,” Nestor says, standing between Ardalion and me and raising his hands in the air, determined to defuse the situation.