Page 7 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

My head returned to the clouds and my thoughts were fragments of everything he was making me feel. I was so gone in my head that I didn’t notice him slip off his pants till something smooth and warm nudged against my opening.

My breath hitched, tension poured into my muscles and I stiffened.

“Relax.” He nicked my earlobe. “You can take it.”

Tell him.

The only reasonable voice in my head said. Tell him now. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt the head slightly parting my folds. My stomach was a tight knot of fear and anticipation.

I held tightly to his shoulders, bracing myself for the intrusion that was to come. I bit my tongue, holding back the pain from the burning sensation as he pressed in.

Pain blurred my vision and I felt as though I was being ripped apart. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I held back a sob. Everything hurt. I struggled to keep my body from shaking but eventually, a whimper slipped.

Kazimir paused. His body stiffened over me and I mentally cursed myself. He pulled back a little and I was immediately grateful for the relief but he pushed back again and this time, I wasn’t prepared for the intrusion and the sound that left me was a guttural cry of pain.

Kazimir pulled back, his elbow supporting his body as he hovered above me.

My vision was blurred with tears, but I could make out the stormy scowl in his eyes.

“What just happened?”

I swallowed. I was a deer arrested by headlights with nowhere to run.

“Answer me.”

His voice was clearer and sharp. The veins on his neck were prominent and his muscles roped in a tensed way. His cock pulsed inside me, making it even harder to concentrate and my stupid pussy clenched in response.

A string of Russian curses made way to a curt, “Stop that.”

His eyes pinned me with a single question and I knew honesty was my only way out even though I was scared of ruining the moment.

“I…” I tried to let out the word, really did, but it kept catching in my throat. Kazimir raised a brow, urging me to continue. “I…”

“For fuck sake, have you been fucked before?” he growled.

My eyes widened at the crudeness of his words, but I shook my head.

“Fuck.” His head lowered and his dick pulsed again. This time, I couldn’t stifle a moan.

He glanced up and for the nth time today, I prayed for something to open up and swallow me.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it mattered.” It was a bald-faced lie but I’ll be damned if I let him know my reason was a fear of rejection. I already embarrassed myself enough for one day.

“I could’ve injured you.”

“But you didn’t.”

I held my breath as he watched me, no doubt weighing his options, and as desperate as it might sound, I sent a prayer to the heavens to make this man decide to fuck me.

And for the first time in weeks, something finally went my way.

“Let me know when it starts to hurt too much.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice to not give away my eagerness.

Kazimir settled back between my legs. This time, he was gentler and his eyes never left my face.