Page 44 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

I took another step, sealing the space between us with my body. “So if I were to whip out a gun and fuck you, you wouldn’t be scared?”

Her lips parted as she sucked in a sharp gust of air.

“You’d moan and empty your juices all over my pistol while it moved out of that wet pussy of yours, even though you knew I could easily pull the trigger.”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant.”

“But I think it’s what you want.” I backed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, forcing my thigh in between her legs. Her eyes rolled and her lids fluttered.

“I think you want to be bent over and spanked till your ass is covered in prints and fucked till you can’t sit without feeling me in you. Isn’t that why you put up an attitude?”

Her legs tightened around mine, an incorrigible sound coming from her throat.

“Cat got your tongue, little bird?”

Red spread through her freckled cheeks and I wanted nothing more than to watch her choke on my cock for her silly comments about my tree, but her lids were still heavy and her movements sloppy.

I was a man of questionable morals, but I had lines and drunk women were one of the places I drew the most defined line.

Removing my leg from her tightly clenched thighs, I released her from my hold.

She looked sinfully delectable. Her lips puckered for attention and her heaving chest caused her boobs to strain against her dress, begging to be released. I didn’t risk a look at her eyes. If there was one thing I learned in the past month, it was how her eyes had the ability to draw questionable actions from me.

“You’re drunk, get some sleep.”

“Is the all-powerful Kazimir Ivanovich running from a woman?”

“He prefers his women conscious and aware of everything he does to them.” I finally dragged my eyes to hers, feeling my cock jump at the look in them. “When I fuck you, Genevieve, there won’t be a single drop of alcohol distracting you from the things I would do to you.”

I left her wide-mouthed and panting in the living room while I made my way to my bathroom for a needed cold shower.

When I returned to my room, she had passed out on the bed, every air of defiance stripped away, revealing the soft innocence beneath.

I watched her curled form for a moment before deciding to change her into something more comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Her slurred voice caught me as I pulled her dress below her hips.

“Go back to sleep.” Her eyes fluttered closed almost immediately.

A deep groan tore from my chest when the dress finally slipped off her hips, bringing me face to face with her mound.

The only thing separating me from her pussy was a thin layer of black lace. My mouth watered at the sight. It would take nothing to rip it off her and devour her in the way I’ve wanted.

It took great restraint to tear my eyes from her crotch and I almost lost it when I found her staring down at me.

“Guess you can help yourself the rest of the way.”

I was out of the room before I convinced myself a woman looking at me through hooded eyes wanted me just as badly.

For all my claims and talks about discipline and self-control, I knew I couldn’t spend the night in the same room as her without compromising my values.

I doubled the time for my workout routine, pushing till I couldn’t feel my limbs, and the sight of Genevieve’s lace-covered pussy blurred beneath the accumulation of lactic acid.

It was six a.m. when I convinced myself I was exhausted enough to not make any moves at her before I headed back to my bedroom, only to find the subject of my frustration curled into a fetal position in one of my white shirts.

Her chest rose and fell softly, her body not stirring at the sound of intrusion. She looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.

Plus, half her exhaustion could be attributed to how I let her work the whole day and only told her about the gala a few hours before the event.