Page 121 of Bought By the Ruthless Pakhan

"Yours," I sobbed. "All yours."

"Come for me. Now."

Permission and command—my body obeyed instantly. Orgasm ripped through me, violent and endless, clenching around him as he buried himself deep and followed me over, filling me with heat.

We collapsed together, trembling and gasping.

He stayed inside me, arms wrapped tight around my middle, face pressed to my neck.

"I love you," he whispered against my skin. "My Anna. My everything."

I couldn't speak, could only turn my head enough to kiss him—messy and graceless but full of everything I felt.

When he finally pulled out, he untied my wrists immediately, massaging the reddened skin, pressing kisses to each mark.

He lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bathroom.

His fingers worked gently over the red marks left behind, lips following. "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head, boneless in his arms.

He held me under the hot spray, hands running over my body, soothing. Then his fingers drifted lower, teasing. "Want more, kitten?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, feigning sleep.

His low chuckle rumbled through his chest. He smacked my ass lightly. "Lazy kitten. Sleep then."

That afternoon, we dozed together, wrapped in each other. Evan played downstairs with the housekeeper, wouldn't disturb us.

Quiet moments like this—intimate and safe—were our refuge from all the danger and darkness that had haunted us.

I pressed my ear to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, one thought circling through my mind: Let it always be like this. Whatever comes next, at least right now we're together.