21. Danil
21
DANIL
I think it’s safe to say that Emily has forgiven me.
The little shows she’s been giving me around campus when she knows I’m watching her have had me taking myself in my hand multiple times every night. A subtle lift of her skirt to show off her thighs or bending over a desk to give me a perfect view of the swell of her breasts is torture, but I’m enjoying every second.
Maybe it’s due to the prospect of getting caught, or the fact that Zara and Dimitri have no idea that we’re secretly hooking up, but I’m addicted to the thrill.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” I murmur in her ear as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me so she can feel the evidence of what she does to me.
We’re standing outside her lecture hall, in plain sight of dozens of students, but I don’t care. Watching her walk across campus in that dress that shows off her thighs has me coyly adjusting my cock, and I want her to know it.
“Who, me?”
“I can’t help but notice that your dresses are getting considerably shorter, Ms. Mullens.”
“My personal bodyguard works very hard…” She grinds her ass against my cock. “I just wanted him to know how grateful I am.”
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the sweet fruity scent of her hair, as I press my throbbing cock against her backside.
Once again, I find myself desperate for her, but Emily is due in class in less than five minutes.
While I might be skilled with my fingers and could easily get her off in that time, I don’t want to be the reason that she fails her class because she’s too distracted.
Reluctantly, I loosen my hold on her and take a step back. “You should get going.”
Emily spins around and looks at me through her lashes. The reflection of the lights overhead makes her green eyes practically sparkle.
She’s so goddamn beautiful.
I want to make sure everyone knows who she belongs to, but I have to be patient. I don’t want to scare her off when I’ve only just got her back.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me softly before heading into her class.
I patiently wait outside the lecture hall, trying to ignore the thrumming of my blood in my veins as I think of Emily.
A part of me was worried that it would be awkward between us after we slept together, considering the fact that we’ve barely spoken over the past few weeks, but it’s been the opposite. It feels so natural between us, and crossing that line has only confirmed for me that we were meant to be together all along.
I can’t help but curse my past self for being too much of a coward not to admit to Emily how I really felt about her long ago. We could have had so much more time together, and perhaps none of this mess with Igor and the hostess party would have ever happened.
But what’s done is done. I can’t change what happened. What I can do is make sure that I never let her go ever again.
The moment the door to the lecture hall opens an hour later and the students start to file out, I get to my feet and eagerly search through the sea of bored faces for Emily.
But she’s nowhere to be found.
I fight a grin as I sneak past the students inside the now empty lecture hall.
Well, empty except for one occupied seat…
“Are you trying to make my job hard on purpose?” I walk along the back row of seats until I reach Emily.
She looks up from her notebook and smiles.
“I’m not trying to make your job hard.” Her eyes roam over my body.
“Emily.”
She chews on her lower lip as she tosses her books onto the seat beside her and leans back in her chair.
“Maybe you should punish me.” She slowly spreads her legs.
My eyes flick to her bare thighs, and my mouth goes dry.
I like this side of Emily. She’s becoming more and more confident with what she wants with each passing day, and I’m eager to keep exploring each other’s wants and needs.
But for right now, I want nothing more than to bury my face between her thighs right here in the middle of this lecture hall.
I drop to my knees in front of her and run my hands over her thighs. “Are you sure?”
Emily nods, and I smile before reaching under her dress and dipping my fingers into the waistband of her panties.
“These need to go.”
Emily bites her lip but lifts her hips up so I can slide her panties down over her legs.
I pocket the scrap of lace. “But I’m keeping them as a souvenir.”
“Oh, my god.” Emily laughs.
I flash her a wink before lifting her dress up.
I groan as I take in the sight of her glistening pussy. “Look at you. So fucking perfect.” “Danil,” Emily whimpers.
“Relax for me, Em.” I take her legs and throw them over my shoulders.
My hands lock around her thighs as I lean in and run my tongue along her pussy.
The first taste of her almost has me climaxing in my pants.
I sink my fingers into her soft flesh and pull her against my mouth as I feast on her.
“I’ve wanted to get my mouth on your sweet little pussy for months.” I lick along her center once more.
“Oh, god.”
I flick my tongue over her swollen clit. “You taste so fucking good, malishka .”
Emily’s answering moan has my cock straining against my zipper, and I quickly reach down to squeeze my aching length.
I alternate between exploring her pussy with my tongue and sucking on her clit.
Emily squirms in her seat, her soft little whimpers turning to cries of pleasure as I learn what she likes.
When I sink my tongue inside her, her fingers find my hair, and she pulls tightly on the strands as she grinds against my face.
“Oh, fuck, yes !”
I pump my tongue inside her.
A feral sound builds in my throat as I fuck her pussy with my tongue.
This girl is mine .
“Please don’t stop,” Emily gasps as I lick along her pussy before swirling my tongue around her clit.
She’s getting close, so I wrap my lips around the sensitive bud and suck.
“Danil!”
Emily cries out with her release, and I tighten my hold on her to keep her steady as she climaxes.
Her thighs tremble on either side of my head as she comes, but I don’t stop. I eagerly lick and suck at her clit as her pussy grows even slicker with arousal, and a smug sense of satisfaction fills me at knowing that I’m the one who brought her pleasure.
When she finally stills, I lift my head from between her thighs and smile at the glazed expression on her face.
“I could do that all day?—”
All of a sudden, the door to the hall opens and the sound of chatter filters inside.
“Oh, shit.” I slide Emily’s legs off my shoulder.
“Oh, my god!” Emily squeals.
“We need to go.” I jump to my feet and grab Emily’s bag off the seat next to her.
Emily’s giggles ring in the air as I take her hand and lead us toward the emergency exit as the next class of students starts to filter into the room.
The sound brings a smile to my face.
I’ve missed it so much over the past few weeks, but while sneaking around with her has been fun, I want more from this relationship.
I want Emily to know that her, I’m all in.
Emily and I are both quiet as we ride the elevator up to the penthouse.
Over the past few days, we’ve managed to avoid running into Zara and Dimitri together, which has made it easy to act normal. But at some point, we’re going to have to admit the truth to them, though I have a feeling from the anxious look on Emily’s face that today is not going to be that day.
A second before the doors slide open, I brush my fingers against hers in a silent gesture.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, and I offer her an easy smile, though my heart is pounding in my chest from nerves.
I’m not sure who I should be more afraid of telling—my brother, or my sister-in-law…
“Hey, you two!” Zara greets, from her spot on the couch as we enter the penthouse.
Dimitri is beside her with his arm draped around her shoulders, and a pang of jealousy hits me as I look at them.
I wish I could have that with Emily, but I just have to be patient.
“Hey Zara.” Emily drops her bag on the floor and kicks off her sandals.
Dimitri is looking at her. “How was class?”
I purposefully keep my eyes on the ground. I can still taste Emily on my tongue and I’m sure the guilt of what we just did is written all over my face.
“It was…thrilling.”
My head snaps up, and I look at Emily with wide eyes, but she only smiles at me.
This girl is playing with fire.
Zara smiles. “That’s great!”
“Yeah. Well, I think I might go take a dip in the hot tub to relax.”
She doesn’t meet my eyes as she walks away, though I know she’ll want me to join her once I’m done talking with Dimitri.
The moment she disappears up the stairs, Dimitri’s eyes burn a hole on me.
“Danil, can I have a word?”
My stomach bottoms out as I look at my brother.
Here we go…
“Uh, yeah.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” Zara gets to her feet. “Oh, and Danil?”
“Yeah?” I try to keep my expression neutral as I look at my sister-in-law, but Zara only smiles at me.
“It’s good to see that you and Emily have made up.”
We made up, all right.
“What’s up?” I ask Dimitri as I take a seat in the armchair adjacent to the couch.
I try to read his expression, but my brother looks relaxed, and that’s nothing out of the ordinary for Dimitri.
For all I know, I’m about to get kicked out of the bratva for defiling his wife’s sister.
“Rurik ran the plates of that car that was following you the other day.”
I fight the urge to sigh with relief.
“The car was stolen, but we managed to link it back to Igor.” Dimitri leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees as he looks out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“So, we have no idea who was driving?”
“Mikhail has Rosa searching through CCTV footage from along the route it took, but so far, she’s coming up empty.”
“Shit.” I lean back in my chair.
A heavyweight settles in my stomach as I realize what this means. “So, Igor definitely had someone tailing Emily.”
“Yes. And it’s likely he still does.”
“Fuck’s sake. He’s fucking relentless.”
“You sound surprised.”
I rake my fingers through my hair as I try not to panic. “I just… We need to take care of this, Dimitri.”
“Everyone is working around the clock, Danil. He’s not going to win. Though it means you need to be even more vigilant about keeping an eye on Emily.”
“I’m starting to see where Alexei was coming from when he locked Bianca in the Forest Hills house,” I mutter under my breath, and Dimitri laughs.
“Please let me be in the room when you suggest that idea to Emily.”
I shoot my brother a glare.
I know he’s only keeping his tone light because he can tell I’m beginning to spiral, but it’s doing little to help. The only thing that will make me feel better at this point is putting a bullet between Igor Ivanov’s eyes.
“We’re all going for dinner tomorrow night with Zara and Emily’s parents. And I think it would be a good idea if you came too, just in case.”
“You want me to crash your family dinner?”
“Just for extra backup, in case something happens.”
From the look on Dimitri’s face, it seems I don’t have a choice.
“Can’t wait,” I mutter.
Dimitri laughs, and I get to my feet.
“I’m going to say bye to Emily.”
I hastily make my exit to go in search of Emily before Dimitri can rope me into any more family functions. I find her perched on the edge of the hot tub with her feet in the water.
When I approach, she looks over her shoulder and frowns.
“What were you and Dimitri talking about?”
“All the ways I’ve defiled you in public.”
Emily’s face pales, and I burst out laughing at the look of horror on her face.
“You better be joking.”
I chuckle as I reach for her waist. “Of course, I’m joking. We were just talking about family stuff.”
“Did he seem suspicious of us?”
“Not yet, but if you keep looking at me like that, then they will soon enough.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is. I could do a lot worse than you.”
“Uh, thanks?”
Emily laughs. “You’re welcome.”
“Now, were you planning on adding a hot tub to our repertoire of public sex places or what?” I perch beside her on the edge of the hot tub.
“I didn’t realize you were keeping a list.”
“Purely for reference purposes.”
Emily shakes her head and smiles.
I shrug. “I want to know everything there is to know about you.”
“Aside from Jana and Zara, you know more about me than anyone else I know.”
“Well, I’m sure there’s plenty still to uncover.” I flash her a wink, which has her cheeks turning pink.
Suddenly , a rush of emotion fills me, and I can’t help but reach out and gently stroke Emily’s cheek. “Can I tell you something?”
I’m sitting so close to Emily that her arm brushes against mine.
Somehow, in the last few days, we’ve gone from barely speaking to having to have some form of physical contact at.
“Of course.”
“I like you, Emily. A lot.”
“That’s good to know.” Emily blushes so prettily.
“And I want you to know that I’m determined not to fuck this up. So, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to take things slow. Or at least slow enough that we can make sure our connection is as strong emotionally as it is physically.”
Emily is quiet for a moment as she stares straight ahead at the city skyline.
“I want that too.” Her voice sounds thick with emotion, and my chest tightens.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not. It’s just… I’ve wanted this, you , for so long that a part of me is terrified that it’s all too good to be true.”
“Me too. I can’t seem to think straight when you’re around. Even now, all I can focus on is the feeling of your thigh against mine.”
“Don’t worry, I feel the same.” Emily smiles, nudging her knee against mine.
I look down into her green eyes, and I feel myself melting as she looks at me like I’m her entire world.
“You’re intoxicating, you know that?”
She takes my face in her hands and gently presses her lips against mine.
The kiss is gentle, with no sense of urgency—as if we have all the time in the world just to explore each other.
But I know that at any minute, Zara and Dimitri could come up here, and I do not want them to catch us going at it in the hot tub.
She breaks the kiss. “You should go before we get carried away.”
“You’re probably right. But I want you to know that I’ll be thinking of you tonight.”
“Mmm… Me too.”
She is not making it easy for me to leave, but I need to.
After all, I’ve proven over the last few days that with Emily Mullens, I’m completely at her mercy.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I kiss her once more.
“You will?”
“We’re having dinner with your parents.”
Emily blinks at me. “I’m sorry, what?”
The look of horror on her face is enough to make me forget all about Igor Ivanov.
Perhaps this dinner could be fun after all.