Page 14 of The Pakhan’s Forced Bride (West Coast Bratva Pakhans #3)

My blood is still raging through me after the adrenaline-fueled moment we shared on the yacht. Not just the swim, but the kiss, too. His body right against mine, his skin, his muscles taut as he pulled me close. He kisses me as though I am the most beautiful thing in the world.

That’s how he makes me feel.

I wanted to lose myself to him in that pool. I wanted him to take me right there.

I can’t believe we were interrupted, and now I don’t know if the tension between us is because he regrets the kiss again, or if it’s something else.

Lights flash past us as we drive away from the harbor, heading home.

I’m nervous, shy, and unsure of myself.

I want to touch him. But I have no idea what I’m doing, what he’ll like—or if he’ll even want me to.

Ardalion is the one who reaches over and places his hand on my leg.

He says my name, and the sound of it on his lips is thrilling.

“Belle—"

It shoots lust through my body, and in a second, I’m as turned on as I was in the pool. I have no idea what I’m doing; I’m not in control anymore when I thread my fingers through his and I push his hand higher up my thigh, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of my dress.

Tonight, he taught me that my life belongs to me. Not my family. Not the rules they make for me or the expectations they have of me.

I get to choose what I want, and I get to take it boldly, without fear, and enjoy every moment of it.

I swam with sharks. I did that. I was scared, and I did it anyway.

Ardalion’s hand is hot against my skin.

I don’t want to wait anymore.

I don’t want to fight the way I feel about him because I think it’s wrong. Why should it be wrong? Why shouldn’t I want this?

My heart slams against my chest like a wild bird trying to escape its cage.

I lean over the car and brush my fingers over his leg, up his thigh, and across his rock-hard cock.

I gasp when I feel how hard it is. As my hand presses into his cock, it throbs, and Ardalion groans, “Belle—wait—"

“I don’t want to wait,” I whisper, pushing my fingers harder against him.

“I can’t—" he groans.

I bite my lip and rub my hand up and down.

Ardalion swerves across the road and pulls off to the side of the highway. He turns the car off. I giggle, realizing how turned on he is.

He shakes his head, reaching over, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto his lap. My legs straddle his lap as I sit with my pussy pressed against his cock.

My entire body sparks to life. He grabs my jaw and pulls me into a kiss, his hand wrapping around my ass as he drags me forward on his lap, then pushes me back, rubbing my pussy against his cock.

He growls against my lips, and heat builds between my legs.

Ardalion is forceful and confident as he plays with me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and soft sounds of desire spill from me as he kisses my neck and lifts me on his lap, wrapping his hands around my ass until they brush over my pussy.

My body shudders in delight, and I spread my legs wider against him.

“You’re soaking wet, little bunny,” he whispers against my ear. His voice rumbles through me and makes me even wetter.

Ardalion pushes me away from him, forcing me to lie back against the steering wheel, my body arched over it and my hips lifted towards him.

He runs his hands up my thighs, forcing my dress higher, over my hips, revealing my pink lace panties.

He dips his long fingers beneath the lace and tugs it to the side. I moan loudly as he slides his finger into me.

My pussy throbs over him, my legs feeling weak, and my body melts as he moves his hands expertly in all the right ways.

While he fingers me, I rock back and forth against his cock. I’m torn between the pleasure of this and wanting to lose myself fully to him.

I reach forward to tug at his belt, and he grabs my wrist, locking it out of the way, pushing his finger deeper into me. He pulls out slowly and slides a second finger into me; at the same time, his thumb brushes over my clit.

Suddenly, I don’t care about anything except for how it feels to have his hand touching me like this.

I tilt my head back, breathing heavily as he moves faster, his thumb flicking over me, his fingers fucking me faster and harder. When he lets go of my wrist, I grab onto his leg, holding on for my life as my body begins to shake.

He uses both hands, one playing with my clit, the other inside me, moving and rubbing until stars flash behind my vision and I can’t breathe.

The orgasm makes my entire body go tense. Wave after wave, my muscles spasm against his touch. It seems to last an eternity before I take in a gasping breath of air.

I open my eyes and stare at his beautiful face.

He tugs his belt open, and I bite my lip, eager to experience more of him.

“I’ve never felt that before,” I whisper as he pulls the zipper of his pants down and frees his monstrous cock.

He pauses, knitting his brows. “You’ve never had an orgasm?” he asks, confused.

"On my own—um—yes. But no one has ever touched me like that before,” I grin, still glowing from the aftershocks.

“Belle, what do you mean. Have you—are you—have you had sex before?” he asks, his voice tight.

I shake my head. “No,” I whisper.

He seems taken aback. Unsure. He shakes his head. “We can’t do this.”

“Yes, we can,” I say in desperation. “I want to, Ardalion. Please.”

“Not here, Belle. Not in a car. Not like this. It’s your first time, it wouldn’t be right.”

“I—"

He kisses me, silencing me and reassuring me at the same time. When he pulls away, he whispers, “We can carry on when we get home. Trust me, I don’t want to stop any more than you do.”

I smile, surprised that he can be so considerate. His reputation as a womanizer is fading in my eyes. There hasn’t been a single interaction that’s made me think of him that way. He’s always been the one to respect me.

But I don’t want him to respect me anymore. I want him to take me. To be wild with me. I want to feel the devil inside him, to play with his monsters, and to let him use me for his own pleasures.

He lifts me off his lap, and I settle into the passenger seat as he starts the car and pulls back out into the road. He reaches over and places his hand on my thigh again, and it’s as though I didn’t just find release at his touch. I’m already at the boiling point, needing him again.

But this time I’m desperate for more. I want to finally lose my virginity.

I want to lose myself to him.

Ardalion’s hand moves over my thigh, his fingers digging into me, letting me know how frustrated he is as well.

He drives faster than usual, rushing to get home, eager to continue what we started.

The car stops outside the mansion, and we both spill from it, eager to get into the house.

He grabs me halfway up the stairs, lifting me against his chest as he carries me inside, kicking the door closed behind himself.

I giggle as he wraps my legs around his hips, turning to press my back against the closed door. His lips are on mine with force as he thrusts himself against me. He’s as hard as he was before. As eager and dominant.

His kiss is deep and passionate as his hand runs down my back.

I moan against his lips, and he thrusts his cock against my pussy, rubbing himself between my legs.

Ardalion pauses, leaning back to look at me.

“Are you sure you want this, Belle? With me?” I search his eyes, noticing the doubt.

“Please, don’t stop, Ardalion. I’ve wanted this since the moment I first saw you.” The confession leaves my lips before I have a chance to think about it. Desire flares in his eyes, his cock throbbing against me. He pulls me from the wall and carries me towards the stairs.

In the bedroom, he drops me onto the bed and falls over me, pinning me beneath him. His hand moves slowly up my leg, savoring every inch of my naked skin beneath his fingers. He growls with satisfaction as he pushes my legs apart and cups his hand over my pussy.

I lift my hips up towards him.

His phone rings and he tugs it from his pocket, about to toss it away when he catches a glimpse of the screen and the name flashing across it.

“Fuck. I have to take this call. I’m so sorry, Belle. He wouldn’t call this late if it wasn’t urgent.”

“Who is it?” I ask, as Ardalion rolls off me and stands up beside the bed.

“Emmanuil, my cousin. He runs San Diego,” he says as he slides the green button across the screen to answer the call.

“What’s going on, Em?” he says, his voice not hiding his annoyance.

He listens for a moment, and I sit waiting, eager for the call to end.

Ardalion starts pacing around the room, pushing his fingers through his hair and shaking his head. “Now?” he asks roughly. “I’m busy right now." A pause. “Everyone?”

He huffs, shaking his head.

“Fine. Give me fifteen minutes or so. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He snorts. “I said I’d be there,” he snaps.

He hangs up the call and shoves the phone into his back pocket again.

“I’m sorry, Belle, I have to go. The bratva heads have called an emergency meeting. I don’t know what it’s about yet, but Emmanuil is hyped up and stressed, so it can’t be good. Apparently, everyone’s attending.”

“Everyone?” I ask, immediately thinking about my brother.

“It’s a video call. But Emmanuil just arrived at my office in the city. So I have to go there. But the others, Benedikt and Nestor and them, they’ll be calling from wherever they are.”

I nod, disappointed, but also feeling a knot of worry tighten in my stomach. I wonder what it’s about. I wonder if there was an attack and someone’s been hurt. What if it were my brother?

“How long will you be?” I ask, watching Ardalion slide a jacket over his shoulders.

“I don’t know. You don’t have to wait up. I’ll be back as soon as I can, but there’s no way to know.”

“Alright,” I say quietly, knowing I won’t be able to sleep. I’ve been around enough times to see my brother get called away to an emergency meeting with the other bratva leaders. There’s no telling what’s happened, and in my experience, it’s usually something horrible.

Ardalion leans over the bed and takes my chin in his hand. He lifts my face towards his and kisses me.

It’s a tease, and it makes it harder to watch him walk away.

Once he’s gone, I flop onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.

I was so close to experiencing something incredible.

First, we got interrupted in the pool, and now we've been interrupted again.

It’s frustrating, and I’m sulking.

I throw my legs off the side of the bed, standing up and going to take a shower and change into something more comfortable. Ardalion might be gone all night. I should at least try to get some sleep.