Page 22 of The Pakhan’s Forced Bride (West Coast Bratva Pakhans #3)

My heart races with anticipation. I’ve wanted him to take me since the moment he arrived home. I wanted to be there for him in whatever way he needed, but I’ve been fighting for control as my hands roamed his body for the last twenty minutes.

The moment I give him permission, I see the darkness of his eyes deepen.

He doesn’t even hesitate.

He reaches up and grabs my jaw in his massive hand and pulls my lips down onto his. His mouth locks over mine as he claims me with reverent need.

He lifts his hips as his lips push mine apart. He slides his tongue into my mouth as he thrusts his cock upwards, rubbing it against me.

My body screams, heart racing and skin burning as his fingers dig into my thigh.

I moan against his mouth, and it seems to send him spiraling deeper into his lust.

He wraps his hand around the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair as he pulls tightly.

Ardalion rolls, throwing me off his lap and onto my back. In a second, he’s lying over me, his lips locked with mine again as he threads his arm between my legs and lifts my ass, dragging me closer to his side.

I gasp, arching my back, relishing his hand over my body, exploring me, touching me, gripping tightly against my skin.

He growls as he deepens the kiss, his monstrous cock pressed against my thigh.

“You have no idea how badly I need you,” he whispers darkly against my ear. It sends a shiver of goosebumps across my flesh.

Ardalion grabs the edges of my pink silk sleep shorts and tugs them off my legs. I kick them away when they reach my ankles. He grabs the inside of my thigh and pulls my legs apart, pushing his hand upwards towards the heat building in my body.

His fingers brush over my pussy, and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure. I didn’t realize how desperate I was to feel his touch.

He slides his fingers over my wetness, dipping them inside me, and I shudder, closing my eyes and tilting my head backwards as they slide in and out of me in slow, teasing strokes.

“Ardalion,” I murmur, barely a whisper.

“I want my name on your lips, Belle. And something else.”

My eyes shoot open. The need in his voice is dangerous.

Ardalion lifts himself, kneeling over me. “Sit up,” he commands, and I obey immediately, shifting onto my knees in front of him.

He reaches out and grabs one of the bedposts to steady himself as he looks down at me. Then he takes my jaw in his hand and pushes his thumb into my mouth. “Mm. That’s what I want. Your perfect heart-shaped lips wrapped around my cock.”

I let my teeth graze over his thumb as he pulls it from my mouth. He pushes my head down towards his cock, massive, throbbing, thick veins pulsing along his shaft.

I hold his cock in both hands. I lift it and let my tongue press against the base of his shaft on the underside. I lick from his balls all the way up his cock, over the thickest vein.

Ardalion groans as though he’s in so much pleasure he might be in pain.

I pause, hesitating, not sure if I’m doing it right.

He grabs the back of my head and pushes my mouth against his cock again. “Don’t you dare stop,” he warns me with danger in his voice.

I open my mouth as wide as I can and wrap my lips over his massive cock.

He groans again, and I know I’m doing it right. I move slowly, rocking my head up and down, my lips and tongue teasing his cock as I try to swallow more and more of his size. But it’s impossible. He’s too big.

Ardalion knots his fingers in my hair and holds my head still as he begins to rock his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth with his monster cock.

My eyes begin to water, and I glance up at him, desperate to please him. His eyes are on mine, and his expression is one of pure bliss. He thrusts forward, fucking deeper, and I gag.

He gasps in pleasure as my throat closes over him.

“Oh fuck, you are perfect,” he snarls, pulling out and letting me breathe.

He lifts me from my bended knees so that I am high enough to kiss him.

My heart races as his mouth moves hungrily over mine until he stops to look at me, his eyes warning me that he can no longer wait.

Ardalion shoves me onto my back, grabs my legs, and rolls me onto my stomach in one rough movement. The air is pushed from my lungs as he pushes my face into the blankets.

“Lift that perfect ass of yours, Belle. I want to see your pussy,” he demands.

He grabs my hips and shoves a pillow beneath them. Pushing my legs together, he kneels behind me with his thighs locked on the outside of mine.

There is no warning when he shoves his cock into me.

His desperation leaves no room for patience as he slams deep inside me, stretching me open and making me scream with pleasure and shock.

He doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t stop, he just starts fucking me harder and harder.

My face is pressed against the blankets, my ass slapping against his hips each time he penetrates me. His cock is so massive it’s moving my insides, filling me up to the point of oblivious bliss.

My pussy is throbbing over him as he slides back and forth, leaning into me, pushing even deeper with each thrust. His fingers are digging into my hips, his other hand wrapped around my shoulder so that he can leverage himself to thrust harder and still hold me in place, not letting me escape his ruthless pounding.

My mind is slipping as my body gives in to the pleasure.

Ardalion leans over me, wrapping his hand over my throat to tilt my head backwards. He pulls my face to the side and kisses me as he continues to thrust into me.

I can’t hold on, I can’t hold back anymore.

He has claimed me so completely that my body no longer belongs to me in this moment.

The orgasm slams into me, and his lips push harder against mine. He groans against my mouth, and his cock gets even harder inside me.

Wave after wave of pleasure shoots through me in blinding bliss, and Ardalion pushes forward, exploding inside me at the same time.

I lie on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly ease, his breathing evening. His hand traces patterns over my back as we snuggle closer together beneath the warmth of the blankets.

I can’t believe how incredible that was. Ten times more intense than before, but now I feel ten times closer to him.

I want to share everything with him.

But how do I put that into words?

I close my eyes and focus on his breathing. And as Ardalion drifts off to sleep, so do I, spent, happy, safe in his arms.

***

I wake to the sound of Ardalion’s voice. He’s on a call, woken up by it; he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand over his eyes.

“When?” he huffs, angry.

“But we had extra security, how did they get past?” he asks, standing up.

I sit up in bed, my stomach knotting when I realize there’s been another attack, so soon after the last series.

I wait for him to finish speaking and hang up the call.

“Again?” I ask tensely.

“I have to go,” he huffs. “I need to find out what the hell is going on.”

Ardalion grabs clothes and gets dressed quickly. I sit waiting, my knees pulled against my chest as worry sifts through me.

I want to help.

I have internet and phone access now. Maybe I can do some research and find out something useful.

Ardalion leans over the bed, cupping his hand beneath my chin, and he lifts my face to kiss me goodbye. “Sorry, I have to leave in such a rush.”

“No, I completely understand. I’ll be here. Waiting,” I reply.

His smile is soft and touched with sadness. He walks towards the door, and I call his name, causing him to turn back to look at me.

“Last night was incredible,” I smile.

He smiles broadly, his gorgeous face lighting up.

Then he’s gone.

I climb out of bed and get dressed, determined to find a way to help him. In his office, I open his laptop, using the password that he gave me when he returned my phone.

But instead of going to browse the internet, I search for his security programs, the ones that have the video feed for his warehouses.

I spent two hours watching the videos from the attack that took place during the early hours of this morning

I watch them over and over again, and a sick sense of understanding settles in my stomach.

I can’t make out the men; they are all masked, wearing dark tactical gear, anonymous.

But I do recognize certain things.

I recognize the formations. The way the men move. I’ve seen it before.

Those are my brother’s men.

Benedikt is behind this attack. And that means he might have been behind the previous one, too. Mimicking the enemy to take a stab at Ardalion in his anger.

Would my brother really do that?

I swallow hard. I already know the answer.

But now I want the truth, and there is only one person who can give that to me.

My hands are shaking when I dial my brother’s number.

He hasn’t been answering my calls, but I have a feeling that he might answer now.

His voice is a low growl when he says my name. “Belle.”

Keep your voice calm, even.

“Benedikt, can we meet up?”

“Who says I’m still in LA?” he snaps.

“We both know you are. Please, can we meet up?” I ask again, my heart racing.

“Fine,” he says coldly.

“There’s a coffee shop in the center of town called the Black Marlin. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Fine,” he says again, then hangs up.

I’ve never been scared to face my brother before. I’ve never been scared of him and am unsure about what he’s capable of.

Today, I am.

In a hurry, I grab my things and rush from the mansion, wanting to get to the coffee shop and not keep Benedikt waiting. His patience is already worn down, his mood already so dark that he’s resorted to very dangerous tactics in his anger.

I arrive a few minutes before him, parking outside the coffee shop and hurrying in to find a table for us.

When I see him walking through the door with Ulyana at his side, my entire body releases a breath of relief. Her presence here is soothing and sets my mind at ease. This is not going to be an easy conversation. I’m glad she came with him.

Benedikt sits opposite me without saying a word.

Ulyana leans over to hug me. Her familiar smell washes over me, and I fight tears for a moment. “I missed you,” I smile.

“You too,” she smiles back, before sitting and waiting.

My mind is racing so much I can’t wait this out. I have to get straight to the point. I look at my brother and take a shaky breath.

“Ben, I saw the video from the security cameras at the warehouse. I know it was you.”

He snorts, lifting his top lip to sneer at me. “Is that so?” he says coldly.

“Please, we need to talk about this. Why would you do that? Why would you attack Ardalion like that and kill those men?” My voice quivers as I try my best to hold myself together.

“Me? You want to blame this on me?” he asks, his voice a low, threatening growl.

“Yes, you’re the one who turned violent.”

“How dare you fucking blame me, Belle. This started because Ardalion is an arrogant fucking asshole who thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants to whoever the fuck he pleases. He thinks he can get away with it, and I’m here to make sure he knows he fucking can’t.”

Benedikt’s voice is raised, and a number of other customers in the coffee shop are turned towards us, their eyes wide in shock.

Ulyana reaches out and gently places her hand over Benedikt’s.

“Maybe this is not the right place for this conversation,” she whispers.

Benedikt stands up, furious.

“No, this is the right place. Who the fuck cares where we have it, anyway? This city is trash. It means nothing what these people think of us. You’re coming home with me tonight, Belle.”

“Benedikt, we spoke about this,” Ulyana says, her eyes pleading.

“I will not come home with you,” I snap, standing up too, because he’s getting ready to leave and I’m not done talking.

“Yes, you will. You will do as you’re told.” He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me to follow him.

Ulyana grabs Benedikt’s arm and turns him towards her. “Stop this right now,” she snaps.

Benedikt presses his lips together, but he releases me.

He stares into Ulyana’s eyes as though she holds the secrets to calming him.

“I have to go,” I sigh. “I can’t leave with you, Ben, but I love you, you’re my brother—and we will talk again soon, okay?”

He doesn’t answer me, but I can’t stay here anymore.

I got the answers that I needed, and now I have to go home and try to explain all of this to Ardalion.

I hope that together we can work out a way to stop this from escalating.

I hurry home, wondering how long he’ll be out still, but when I pull into our driveway, I see his car already parked there. Thank goodness.

I desperately want to talk to him.

Rushing inside the mansion, I call his name and crash into him as I round the corner into the living room.

He stands there, glaring at me, his eyes cold and his fists clenched.

“Ard,” I whisper in fright, reaching up to touch his chest.

He grabs my wrists and twists my hand painfully away from his body.

“Not another word, Belle. I know everything,” he snarls.

“My brother—" I stammer, trying to explain.

“Yes, your brother. And you. I saw you logging into my security footage. Were you trying to erase the evidence? Then, when you couldn’t figure it out, you went to meet Benedikt in town?

Yes, I had you followed. I was so hopeful that I was wrong—but there you were, straight to him like a good little puppy, feeding him whatever information he needed. ”

“No, it’s not like that.” I squeal in shock, horrified that he would think that of me. “I was trying to help.”

He pushes me away from him, and I stumble backwards, almost losing my balance.

“Ardalion, please let me explain,” I beg, noting the anger and cold darkness in his eyes.

My heart is sinking lower by the second to see him so betrayed.