Page 15 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

My father called it simple, gave me books like The Art of War, and took my novels, but Crime and Punishment taught me more about handling myself as a man in this world than any other book.

“Did you need something?” she asks after a long pause while I admire how beautiful she is.

“Yes,” I say, clearing my throat. “My body is worked up and I think we should… Well, I would like to.” I find myself feeling tongue tied. While I very much want to bend her over that sofa and have my way with her, the crude reality of what I’m initiating after a conversation like that seems out of place.

Her head dips, and she picks up a bookmark off the stand next to her, placing it where her finger is. Then she sets the book on the stand and rises, smoothing her hands down the front of her plain, yellow cotton dress.

“We should go to the bedroom then,” she starts, turning toward the door, but I catch her wrist and stop her.

“Here’s fine,” I insist, not wanting to waste a single second longer. I’m so hard it’s painful now, and the shy way she turns inward, nervously tittering as I lock the library door is so intoxicating.

“Here?” she asks, glancing around.

“The mood demands it, Raina.” I grab her hand and place it over my crotch where there’s no way she can mistake my need for her and her eyes go wide.

I’m going to enjoy this.

6

RAINA

My eyes go wide and I blush and look down at my hand palming his bulge. The schedule he set out wasn’t rigid, and I knew to expect him at odd times.

But being called on like this in the middle of the afternoon shocks me.

I’m not exactly in the mood but knowing how turned on he is—and the fact that he wants me like this—starts a swirl of arousal in my gut.

When he ordered me to undress in front of him I was stunned speechless, almost so much so that I didn’t obey him. But this time I feel different.

He’s seen me naked, and he definitely didn’t leave me desiring anything.

“So, like where?” I ask, glancing around. People have sex in beds, right? So none of this feels normal. He either likes adventure, or he lacks impulse control. Either way, it’s making my core ache. I pull my hand away and he smirks at me.

“Undress for me first,” he says. “Slowly enough that I can watch every part of it.” Bastian backs away, moving toward the chair he was just seated on as he grinds the palm of his hand on his dick. I swallow hard, feeling turned on by the idea that he likes my body.

I lift the dress over my head and let it fall to the floor. My hands move to cover myself, but he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. It makes my chest swell and more heat rush to my cheeks and my core at the same time.

“What?” I say softly.

“Take the rest off too,” he tells me, flicking a wrist at me. “I want to see you completely.”

As nervous as I am, my pulse is racing.

No man has ever shown this much desire for me, and a man who hand selected me out of a list of applicants to do this job for him must’ve seen something in me that he likes.

That part of my heart that desperately needs to feel craved and wanted is being stroked, and Bastian’s lusty gaze is making my body react so strongly.

I reach behind me and unhook the bra, letting it slide down my arms and drop to the floor, then push the panties down my legs and step out of them.

I stand completely naked in front of him while his greedy eyes rake downward over my body, his hand continuing to grip and grind on the bulge in his slacks.

It makes my chest tight and my nipples harden. I want to see him just as badly as he wants to see me.

The last time it happened so fast I barely got a good look at him. Hard muscles, bronzed skin and ink—my eyes crave it.

The air is chilly, but I fight the urge to cover up. I feel exposed but I think that’s part of the arousal, that I’m almost humiliated and yet he’s still so greedy.

Bastian opens his fly slowly, pulling his dick out through the front of his slacks then leans back. “Pose for me,” he says. “Turn around slowly. Show me your body from every angle. Arch your back a little as you turn.”