Page 71 of Savage Pakhan

“I hurt for good reason.” I brush my thumb across her jaw. “I will hurt all the time for you.”

Her lips meet mine in slow, timid movements. She isn’t usually the one to make the first move. My lyubimaya clearly wants to be in control and I’m going to let her.

Her tongue flicks the tip of mine, a barely there tease that has precum leaking from my cock to my thigh.

I curl my arms around her, deepening this kiss, needing her more than I need my next aching breath. My fingers dive into her hair as I cup the back of her head, loving her lips on mine.

A hint of blood can be tasted as the cut on my bottom lip opens up. She pulls away, her eyes glassy and dazed while my blood clings to her mouth. Mia’s tongue flicks out, gathering the blood water on the pink tip.

Her licking my blood clean and swallowing it has my cock jerk against my thigh. There’s something very intimate knowing she feels that comfortable with me.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispers, trailing kisses down my neck, then placing one right over my heart.

“You won’t hear any arguments from me, My Love.” I grab the wine she poured and take a massive gulp while watching her get on her knees.

Mia washes each leg, then stands, rubbing over my pulsing shaft. I inhale, the loofah dipping between my legs. She thinks nothing of it, but no one has ever touched me that way. Her hand squeezes the loofah and soap drips onto my chest.

Our eyes meet, the loofah dragging across my chest in lazy soft paces.

“You’re beautiful.” My eyes drift down her neck and I walk my fingers across her collarbone, appreciating every line and edge that makes her.

“So are you.”

I snort, holding out my arms for her to clean. “Men like me are rugged. We are not beautiful. Don’t let Nikolai hear you say that. He will never let me hear the end of it.”

She giggles, bopping my nose with the loofah. “I wouldn’t dream of ruining your bad boy image.” Mia washes my back.

My entire back.

I lean my palms against the wall, the water slapping against the tops of my shoulders.

She bathes me until the water finally runs clear instead of light pink. Mia’s fingers drag across my back and around to my chest, then she falls to her knees, her hands gripping my thighs.

“And what are you doing down there?” I know exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t wait to feel her lips around me.

“I’m going to take care of you, remember?”

17

MIA

I haven’t really sucked his cock yet. Minus a few experimental tries in the bedroom over the last few days, but nothing like this. I’ve never been on my knees.

The tub digs into my knees. It’s such a hard surface and my knees are already starting to ache. I have to deal with it. Alek killed two men for me, cleaned the entire downstairs so I wouldn’t see any blood.

If he can do that, I can do this.

My nails drag up his thighs, up and down, up and down, and he peers down at me, his pupils blown.

“You look so fucking good on your knees for me,” he growls, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.

That invigorated me. I tested myself, sticking out my tongue and licking up his thick shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Mia.” He tilts his head back, the tendons in his neck protruding.

I wrap my hands around the base, my fingers almost touching from his girth. I stroke while I experiment, tracing the crown with my tongue. His knees buckle and his palm slaps against the shower wall. I grin, knowing I must be doing something right.

Taking a deep breath, I suck the head into my mouth. It’s soft and spongy. I don’t mind the feeling of it at all. I bob down, taking him deeper into my mouth.