Page 62 of Bought By the Ruthless Pakhan

"Such a good girl..."

He lowered his head, lips grazing my earlobe, hot breath against sensitive skin, making me shiver all over.

"Don't move. Be good and I'll be gentle."

But nothing about him was gentle.

His kisses traveled down from my jaw, past my collarbone, stopping at my nipple. His tongue circled it, and my whole body went rigid, electricity shooting down my spine, making my legs want to clamp shut.

He forced my thighs apart with his knee, giving me nowhere to escape. "Kitten, spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are."

The filthy words made me blush, but my body betrayed me with heat, shame and pleasure mixing together until my head went fuzzy.

I could only tilt my head back, staring at the ceiling.

In the darkness, moonlight from the window danced before my eyes, making everything feel unreal.

His fingers traced down my waist, parting my folds, his fingertip brushing my clit. I jerked involuntarily, a broken whimper escaping.

"Ivan..."

I called his name like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood.

His finger pushed inside. One, then another, stretching me slowly while his thumb kept working my clit, rubbing in steady circles.

Pleasure rolled over me in waves. I was drowning.

The handcuffs rattled with my struggles, the cold metal biting into my wrists. The restraint only doubled the pleasure.

"Look at me, Anna." An order.

I struggled to open my eyes. Moonlight fell across his face, and I saw those grey-blue eyes burning with a small flame, filled entirely with my reflection. His gaze was too intense, thick enough to suffocate me, like he wanted to swallow me whole.

"Beautiful, right?" he asked, his fingers speeding up. "My kitten, cuffed to the bed, completely at my mercy. Isn't that a pretty sight?"

I couldn't answer. My orgasm was already crashing over me, pleasure exploding from the base of my spine and radiating through every limb. My whole body convulsed, broken moans spilling from my throat. I arched like a bow drawn taut, then collapsed. Sweat soaked the sheets, clinging to my back.

He didn't stop. While I was still boneless, he spread my legs and pressed against my entrance. His breathing was heavy against my ear.

"Now it's my turn."

I opened my eyes slightly, my gaze unfocused.

Then someone knocked on the door.

"Anna?" Chris's voice came through. "Are you asleep? I thought I heard something—"

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. With my hands cuffed, I couldn't hide. I could only desperately try to signal Ivan with my eyes to stop—but he didn't care. He even smiled, that wicked, challenging smile.

The next second, he thrust deep inside. The stretch hurt for a moment, but that dull ache was quickly drowned by overwhelming pleasure.

I glared at him viciously, tears rolling down from that sudden impact.

"Get rid of him," he said.

Then he deliberately pushed even deeper, making me gasp, nearly crying out.

Outside the door, Chris was still waiting.