Page 86 of The Pakhan’s Heir

“Don’t,” I say. “I see you’re… busy, so I’m going to make this short. I’m not leaving.”

He lifts his head and stares at me. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I lift my chin. “I was kidnapped today. My father threatened to cut this baby out of me and tried to kill me. You just gathered your forces and escalated this war on the Irkutsks so that you could rescue me. You must be out of your mind if you think I’m about to walk away from you just because you told me to.”

He sighs. “You shouldn’t be in here, Nona. You’re pregnant⁠—”

“Let me finish.” I set my jaw. He’s going to hear me out, dammit. “You don’t get to make every decision in this marriage. I get to have a say. I’m going to have my say. I am your queen, Alex. And I am not leaving.”

A little smile turns up in the corner of his mouth, then he looks away from me, wiping it away. “This is a dangerous life. Too dangerous to raise a child in.”

“You think I don’t know that? We were both born into this. I’m not a fool. And I will not be taken for one. You will be my husband and you will be this baby’s father. You want to be noble? Fine. Step up your game and protect us properly, then. Because if you want me to leave, you’re going to have to throw me out.”

He stares, and I notice his cock moves a little, the sound of my voice seemingly waking it up. He stands up and walks over to me. “You do not tell me what to do, Rabbit,” he says in that sensual growl of his that drives me crazy. “I am your husband, your Pakhan, and I make the rules.”

His sweat ignites something feral inside me and suddenly, it’s getting hard to concentrate. I clear my throat and say, “I’m telling you what’s what, Alexandr. I’m your wife and I love you. I’m not leaving you.”

Something in his eyes changes. The icy blue color warms as he looks over my face.

“Staying with me is costly,” he says.

“I know.” I drop my eyes to his chest, little droplets of sweat cover his body. God, he is turning me on.

“It’s hot in here,” he says. “Too hot. You should leave.”

“Come with me.”

He hesitates, and I take his hand, backing out through the sauna door. In the cool air, I can feel that evidence of my own sweat on my forehead and arms, between my breasts and thighs. Any longer in there and I might’ve passed out.

He leans into me and kisses me. His salty sweet lips press against mine, his tongue finding mine and dancing with it. His hands move down to the hem of my t-shirt and he says, “Take this off.”

I do so immediately, pulling it off over my head. His fingertips slide up the small of my back, tracing the tendrils of sweat until they get to my bra line.

“We must be insane,” he murmurs as he undoes the clasps with a twist of his fingers. “To be together in all this.”

“I’d rather die with you than be apart,” I whisper. I’m touching his chest, my fingers sliding up to his collarbone, my hands move around his shoulders.

He pulls my jeans down, over my hips, taking my panties with them. The light sheen of sweat over my skin against the roughness of his hands sends chills racing up and down my spine. He grabs my ass and pulls me close, his cock pressing against the soft down of my pubes.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he bites my lip. Then he lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the gym area and to the weight bench where he sits me down on the edge.

“Lie back,” he says, “and open your legs for me.”

I do as I’m told, lying back on the bench and opening my legs. He kneels down and grabs me my thighs, sliding me down to the edge of the bench.

“My love,” he says as he kisses my thighs, then he licks a long slow line down my skin. “I love the way you taste.”

I feel my face flush and I say, “I’m all sweaty.”

“All the better.” He alternates licking and biting the sensitive skin of my inner thigh until his face lands between my legs, his tongue moving up and down my inner lips. He rests one of my thighs on his shoulder, leaning in and circling my clit with his tongue.

I’m grabbing the edge of the bench, holding on as he starts to suck on it, rumbling moans vibrating against my pussy.

He slips his fingers inside me, curling them up and pressing them up and my toes curl. I grab hold of his hair as my hips turn up and into the fray. I moan out his name in an uncontrolled, desperate tone.

I’m going to come so fucking hard. Chills run over my body as pressure builds up inside me.

Oh… wait…