Page 4 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

I had only kissed two boys in my life. Liam from high school and Paul from college and both events did not last long enough for me to gather the required skills. I had figured he would respond when I kissed him but his lips were as stiff as strawboards.

My heart raced behind my ribs, thudding against my chest like a caged animal as I came to the realization that this was the worst idea ever.

What was I thinking? He could totally sue me for assault. I barely had enough money for myself and now I was racking up a lawsuit to follow me to the grave?

It was probably less than two seconds but it felt like the longest moment of my life and just when I had gathered the courage to pull back, strong arms wrapped around my waist and hot tongue invaded my mouth.

My eyes flew open, body turning molten from the sudden invasion of his tongue.

I barely registered the dull thud of the files hitting the ground as I let myself get lost in his kiss.

It was far better than anything I ever imagined. He kissed as hard as I thought he would, strong, bruising and almost punishing but there was an addition I never saw coming. The sensuality of it.

The way his teeth nipped and his tongue lapped the pain before it registered and the way his soft lips caressed mine.

It was an intoxicating mix of hard and sexy that poured liquid heat into me.

I tried to reciprocate with a force of my own but I was no match for the strong hands gripping my waist or the tongue tasting every corner of my mouth and soon, I was gripping his hair for support, oxygen was a forgotten concept.

My back was pressed against the cool steel before my body could register moving. I was burning everywhere he touched. I clawed at the layers of clothing covering him, seeking access to the skin I’d seen through his shirt.

I wasn’t greedy by any level but I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hot lips on every inch of my skin and I wanted to feel his muscles ripple beneath my touch.

The lights finally went off, throwing us into complete darkness and that was the last shot of courage I needed.

Kazimir pushed me further into the steel, his thigh found its way between my legs as his lips disconnected from mine.

My protest died on my tongue when I felt his teeth on my neck. My nipples pebbled, brushing against my lacey underwear and his chest. Heat rushed straight to my core and pulled there.

“Oh god,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders for support. His thigh inched higher, hiking up my skirt. The pressure on my clit was electrifying. My hips began rocking, chasing the growing pressure.

Kazimir dragged his teeth from the corner of my neck to its base, sucking and nibbling while his hand palmed my boob through the light cotton fabric of my shirt.

I arched my back, granting him more access while my hips continued to chase the growing high.

A loud moan stole from my breath when he pinched a pebbled knob through my shirt. I was delirious with pleasure and could feel my wetness seeping into his trousers as I kept grinding.

Whoever said fantasy was close to the real world was a cheap liar. I’d lived in fantasy for the longest time and even the best of it could not compare.

Kazimir’s thigh disappeared from between my legs but his fingers replaced them almost immediately.

He let out a growl that forced my walls to clench when he found my cunt.

“Do you get this wet for men you meet in elevators?”

“No,” I answered almost too quickly.

His finger slid up, finding my throbbing clit. “So it’s a favour you’ve been saving for me?” He muttered into my ears, softly nibbling on the lobe. “Snuck into my elevator with a wet pussy begging to be fucked.”

There was something about a man who stood tall, dressed in suits and spoke in boardrooms talking dirty to you in a dark elevator while his fingers massaged your clit that dotted my vision with stars and turned my legs to jelly.

Kazimir leaned further, supporting my weight with his body. “Spread your legs.”

My legs began parting before my head registered the order. His finger entered with some resistance. I had to shift to make room for him.

My slender phalanges were no match for his longer thicker ones and it filled me completely.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned against my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. He held his finger in without moving.