Page 102 of The Pakhan’s Accidental Bride

She sinks down onto me slowly, taking me inch by inch. The hot water swirls around us, the jets creating a pulsing sensation against our skin. She starts to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that makes my vision blur.

I reach up and pull her bra down, freeing her breasts. They're perfect, full and soft with hard pink nipples that beg to be sucked. I lean forward and take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak while she rides me.

"Oh, God," she moans, her movements becoming more frantic. "Emil, I'm going to…"

"Come for me," I growl against her skin. "Come all over my cock."

She does, her whole body tensing as the orgasm crashes through her. I grip her hips and thrust up hard, chasing my own release. When I come, it's with a guttural groan that echoes off the walls.

We stay locked together, both of us panting and spent. The hot tub jets continue to bubble around us, the water lapping at our skin.

A knock at the door shatters the moment.

"Pakhan." Luca's voice comes from the other side, urgent and tense. "We have a problem with the guest."

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KIERA

Emil's body tenses beneath me. The relaxed, satisfied expression on his face vanishes, replaced by the cold, calculating look I've come to recognize as his business mode.

"Stay here," he says, lifting me off him and setting me on the hot tub seat.

Water streams down his muscular body as he climbs out, his wet boxer briefs clinging to every inch of him. Even now, even with whatever crisis is happening, I can't help but notice the way the fabric outlines his cock, still semi-hard from our encounter.

He grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist, then walks to the door. I watch the muscles in his back flex as he moves, the tattoos rippling with each step. The snake and panther seem to move in the dim lighting, predatory and dangerous.

"What is it?" Emil asks, opening the door just wide enough for Luca to enter.

Luca steps inside, his eyes carefully averted from me sitting in the hot tub in my wet bra and panties. He's professional like that, always respectful, even in awkward situations.

I climb out of the hot tub, water sluicing off my skin. My bra is soaked through, the white fabric now completely transparent and showing my nipples. My panties cling to my hips and ass, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I grab a towel and start drying off, trying to give them privacy while they talk. The spa room is large enough that I can move to the far side near the regular pool while they stand by the door.

Their voices are low, but I can hear the tension in Luca's tone. Something's wrong. Something serious enough to interrupt Emil's private time.

I dry my arms and legs, running the towel over my body while keeping one ear on their conversation. Words drift over to me. "Guest." "Demanding." "Won't cooperate."

I don't pay much attention. Emil's always dealing with some crisis or another. It's part of his world, the constant stream of problems that need his attention. I've learned to tune it out, to focus on my own thoughts while he handles whatever needs handling.

I wring out my hair with the towel, squeezing the water from the red strands. My skin is flushed from the hot water and sex, a rosy glow that makes me look healthier than I've felt in days.

Emil walks over to where his clothes are folded on a bench. He drops the towel, and I get a full view of his ass. Tight, muscular, perfect. Even after everything we've just done, the sight makes heat pool low in my belly.

He pulls on dry boxer briefs, then his jeans. The denim hugs his thighs and ass in a way that should be illegal. He reaches for his shirt, a dark blue button-down that he shrugs on without fastening.

I'm pulling on my own clothes, my jeans sticking slightly to my damp skin, when I hear my name spoken, instantly drawing my attention.

"The guest is demanding to speak with Kiera."

My hands freeze on the button of my jeans. I look up sharply, my eyes finding Emil's across the room.

"Absolutely not," Emil says, his voice hard.

"He won't talk to anyone else," Luca continues. "Says he'll only speak to her."

A cold feeling spreads through my chest. A guest demanding to speak with me. There's only one person it could be.