Page 40 of Savage Pakhan

I’m happy. Slowly, the innocence and naivety is fading away.

There’s so much to learn, and lucky me, I’m stuck in a cabin with a man I’m not allowed to love.

The bathroom door opens and he’s standing there, naked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“I’m going to go back downstairs to give you some space, but if you need anything⁠—”

“Please, don’t go,” I blurt, cutting off his sentence. “This bed is big enough for the both of us. I want you to sleep here.”

He steps forward, closer, inching towards me as if he’s afraid to spook me. “Are you sure? I want to respect your space, Mia. That’s all I ever want to do.”

“For a man who runs the entire West Coast and takes what he wants, with me, you’re not doing that.”

He smirks, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “I do take what I want. I’ve killed for what I want.” He opens the drawers and slips on a pair of gray sweatpants.

Oh my.

I very much like gray sweatpants.

“I’ll never take from you, Mia. You’ve had enough taken from you. I want to heal your soul. Doing that means I need to have patience.”

I scoot over on the bed and pat the spot next to me. “Having you here would heal parts of it.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

10

ALEK

The morning sun peeks through the curtains, hitting me right in my eyes, and I wake up a bit disoriented.

I’m in bed. I’m no longer on the couch.

Someone warm is against my chest and my arm is wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against me.

I open my eyes, tilting my head a certain way so the sun doesn’t blind me. Mia’s back is against my front, skin to skin. I hate I’m wearing shorts. I wish I could feel her on me from head to toe, but I’ll take what I can get. Whatever Mia is willing to give me, I’ll gladly take.

I do love to take what I want, after all.

I brush my lips back and forth over the soft skin of her shoulder. I can still smell the fresh scent of soap clinging to her from her shower last night. The perfume from yesterday is gone and I immediately miss it. I wish she had it with her. I hope, by some chance, it’s her bag that’s in the car.

Mia moves, rubbing her ass against my very hard cock. I grunt, tilting my hips back so she doesn’t feel pressure for anything sexual right when she wakes up.

God, there is nothing more I want to do than to dive down beneath these covers and feast between her legs.

My son is a fucking idiot. I’ll never forget the words I read in her journal while I sat in their getaway car in front of the church. I will never forgive him. He doesn’t know this yet, but he will be banished from the family and stripped of all roles and responsibilities.

“Good morning,” Mia says, her voice still riddled with dreams. She flips over so she can face me, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful. Sleep still clings to her eyes. They’re half open and a lazy smile falls onto her lips.

She stretches, lifting her arms above her head. The blanket falls past her breasts and her nipples tighten as the air wraps around them.

“Good morning,” I rasp, wanting nothing more than to bend down and suck one of those sweet beads into my mouth.

She blushes, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

“You’re beautiful. You never have to hide yourself with me. I think you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“But you’ve been with so many women.”