23. Danil
23
DANIL
Watching Emily fawn over some random guy all evening has been driving me insane.
Well, she wasn’t exactly fawning, but her mother sure was, and that irritated me just as much.
I liked to think of myself as Charlotte’s second favorite Koslov, after Dimitri, of course, which will work in my favor when Emily and I eventually tell her about our newfound romance.
But when I stopped by the penthouse this morning to drop off some papers for Dimitri, Zara politely informed me that the family dinner was doubling as a set-up for Emily. I was so angry that I almost put my fist through the kitchen wall.
When I questioned her about it, apparently Dimitri was well aware of the situation when he told me to join them, which only makes this worse.
I’m starting to believe that my brother invited me along on purpose, not to provide extra protection, but to punish me for sneaking around with Emily.
But until that’s confirmed, I’m going to spend the rest of the dinner making sure that this fucker never looks at my girl again.
She is my malishka. My baby girl.
“You’re playing with fire, Emily.” I place my hand between her shoulder blades and guide her so that she’s bending over the vanity.
Her dress is low cut around her breasts and at this angle, I have the most incredible view of them in the mirror.
Every inch of her is perfect.
“Am I?” She locks eyes with me in the mirror.
“I don’t like to share what’s mine.” I lift her dress up over her ass and groan when I take in her skimpy underwear that sits high on her hips, making her ass look incredible.
“Tom’s cute, though, right? Not my usual type, but maybe I need someone different.” She is staring over her shoulder at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“You won’t be saying that when you’re climaxing around my cock, malishka .” I slap my hand against her ass.
She gasps, but I make sure to gently palm her cheek to take away the sting.
“The glasses are kind of sexy…” There’s a twinkle in her eye.
I know she’s only teasing me to get a reaction, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with her thinking about another man.
“He’s got nothing on me, and you know it.”
Emily takes her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes locked on mine in the mirror, as I undo my pants and pull my cock free.
I wrap my hand around the base and squeeze as I admire her for a moment.
Part of me still can’t quite believe that this is happening.
Emily wiggles her hips so that my cock brushes against her ass, and we both moan.
“Fuck me, Danil.”
A smile tugs at my lips as I take my free hand and run two fingers along the damp seam of her panties.
“Maybe I’ll make you work for it.” I slide the material aside and dip my fingers inside her slick pussy.
“Please.”
I smile as I pump my fingers inside her.
“Or maybe I’ll head back to the table without giving you any form of relief.”
“Don’t…” She moves against my hand, trying to take my fingers deeper.
But I don’t let her. Instead, I slide my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips. Emily’s eyes glaze as she watches me suck her arousal off my fingers.
“So fucking sweet.”
Emily’s head falls forward, and I know I’m really starting to push her limits. So, I reach for my cock and roll my fist over the head, cursing as a spurt of precum shoots from the tip.
“I’ve got the best of both worlds.” I run the slick tip of my cock along the seam of her ass. “I get to watch your incredible ass bounce against my cock and watching your face as you come.”
I lock eyes with Emily in the mirror and smile as her expression turns from one of pleasure to agony as I tease her entrance with my cock.
She releases a little moan, and I fight a smile.
I like that she’s enjoying herself because I can’t deny the fact that I like having her submit to me like this.
It makes me curious to try many other things with her in the bedroom.
“I want you to stop flirting with him.” I line myself up with her entrance and thrust my cock inside her in one movement.
Emily cries out as I fill her, but I don’t wait for her to adjust to me before sliding my cock free.
My length is slick with her arousal, and I grit my teeth, trying to keep some ounce of control over myself.
She gets me so wound up I could spill in a matter of minutes.
“Do you understand?” I thrust inside her once more.
“Yes!” Emily arches her back.
I reach forward and fist her golden hair, tugging on the strands so that her head falls back to expose her delicate neck to me in the mirror.
“Who do you belong to, Emily?” I thrust inside her again.
“You.”
I groan as I watch her breasts bounce as I pound into her. At this angle, I’m hitting her so deep that her eyes roll, and I know if I reach down to start working her clit, I’ll have her screaming with her release in seconds.
“I want you to watch yourself.”
I release her hair so I can dig my fingers into her hips to hold her steady as I increase my pace.
Emily moans, but she does as she’s told, turning her gaze from my face to hers.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her dress has fallen off her shoulders completely to expose her incredible breasts.
“Look how beautiful you are.” I slam my cock inside her.
She moans.
“I want you to watch yourself come, Emily.” I reach around her body and dip my hand between her thighs.
I groan as I slide my fingers through her wetness and when I start rubbing her clit, her pussy clenches around my cock. “Fuck, that’s it, malishka. ”
Emily moans. “You feel so good.”
She matches my pace, pushing her hips back so I can sink even deeper inside her.
I look down and groan as her ass bounces against me.
My balls start to tighten with release, so I quicken my pace as I work her clit.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Emily cries.
I don’t bother trying to muffle her cries. I want everyone in this damn restaurant to know that I’m the one who is making her scream with pleasure.
“That’s it, malishka, come for me.”
I watch Emily’s face in the mirror as she climaxes.
She’s so damn beautiful, and the sounds of her sweet cries send me right over the edge with her.
Her body shudders and when her pussy clenches around me, my restraint snaps, and I spill inside her.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss as I continue to thrust my cock inside her.
She moans my name as her eyes roll.
I continue to fuck her. “Let’s hope Tom is outside this door. Let him realize who you belong to.”
Emily collapses against the vanity. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
“That’s my baby girl.” I lean forward and press a kiss between her shoulders.
When we both eventually finish, I slide my cock free and groan at the sight of it, so slick with our combined arousal.
I reach out to palm her ass. “I want to take you out on a real date. Tomorrow night. I don’t want to waste any more time, Em. I don’t want to sit through any more dinners like this, no matter how fun they turn out to be.”
I knead her ass as Emily locks eyes with me in the mirror, and when her face breaks out into a smile, I feel like my chest might explode from happiness.
“I’d like that.”
I help clean her up, and when she’s done pulling up her panties, I get to work on myself.
I watch Emily adjust her dress. “I wish we could bail on this dinner. I want to take you back to my place.”
“You have no idea how much I want that, too. But I think everyone will realize something is going on when neither of us comes back.”
I shrug. “I’m past caring. We need to tell them before the date, anyway.”
“That’s true… How did you manage to get away from the table?”
Emily fixes her hair.
I tuck my shirt back into my pants. “I had to make a work call. So, I suggest you head out first, and I’ll wait a few minutes before joining you.”
“Does it look obvious?”
“What? That we just fucked?” I can’t help but grin as Emily grimaces.
“Oh, god, this was a terrible idea.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me.
I spin her around and kiss her softly. “It was an incredible idea. Now, I suggest you get out of here before Dimitri comes looking for us.”
I slap Emily on the ass for good measure, and she grins at me before slipping out of the bathroom.
I lock the door after her and smooth my hair back into place to kill a few minutes.
When an appropriate amount of time has passed, I unlock the door and head back to the table where a fresh glass of whiskey is waiting for me.
Dimitri frowns as I take my seat beside him, but I purposefully ignore him as I reach for my drink and take a sip.
“Please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing?”
I guess we were obvious after all. And I know at some point we need to come clean about what’s been going on, but this dinner is not the time or the place.
I swirl the whiskey around in my glass. “If you mean taking care of business, then that’s exactly what I was doing.”
“If by business you mean?—”
I turn to the table and lean my elbows on the white tablecloth. “So, Tom, tell me something.”
Tom blinks at me as he pushes his glasses back up his nose. It’s the first words I’ve spoken to him all night, but for good reason.
I’m growing tired of having to sit across from my girl while her mother tries her best to arrange a union between her and a fuckwit who will never be good enough for her.
I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to shatter his facade, and after what just happened with Emily in the restaurant bathroom, I think it’s about time to show that I was the one who got to sit beside her at the table.
I tilt my head to the side. “How are you planning on paying back your gambling debts?”
Tom’s eyes widen, and the table falls silent.
I fight the urge to smile as all eyes move to Tom.
Charlotte looks between me and Tom as if we are playing a riveting game of tennis. Then her eyes settle on me. “What are you talking about, Danil?”
“Why don’t you let Tom tell you?” I shrug and turn my eyes back to him. “Go ahead, Tom. Tell everyone how you sold your company shares in order to finance your gambling addiction and then when you couldn’t pay your debt, you decided to steal more shares from some coworkers, and you are now facing a lawsuit and bankruptcy.”
It didn’t take long for Rurik to find out about Tom’s dirty little secret. It was the reason I was late to the dinner. I was waiting for him to get back to me, but I didn’t want to ruin the dinner from the start.
I wanted to save it for when it had the most impact.
Tom looks panicked as he glances at Charlotte and Andrew. “I…uh…”
“Are you going to finish any of those sentences or…”
Dimitri glares at me. “Danil.”
“What? I’m just making conversation.”
Emily looks like she wants to laugh, and Charlotte’s mouth is hanging open as she looks between Tom and me.
Tom gets to his feet. “I-I should go.”
I smile at him. “Don’t worry about the check, Tom. I’ll cover your portion.”
Emily chokes on her water, and I flash her a wink as Tom scurries away from the table with his tail between his legs.
Andrew sets his empty espresso cup down. “What the hell was that about? Charlotte, were you trying to set our daughter up with a gambling addict?”
“I had no idea! He seemed like such a lovely man.”
I shake my head. “Don’t blame yourself, Charlotte. He’s a very skilled liar. You often are when you’re consumed by addiction.”
Her hands go to her chest. “To think I was trying to set him up with my Emily!”
Zara narrows her eyes at me. “How did you find this out?”
“Rurik.”
She nods.
Emily sighs. “I’m just devastated. He could have been the one, and now I’m destined to die alone. How could you do this to me, Mom?”
I fight the urge to laugh.
“You’re terrible,” I mouth, and Emily grins.
Dimitri leans over to me. “What the hell are you doing, Danil?”
“Emily is like family. I thought you, of all people, would be happy that I vetted the guy.”
“You and I both know there’s only one reason that you did that, so you should just come clean, Danil.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How stupid do you think I am?”
“You really want me to answer that?” I turn in my seat to glare at my brother head on.
Dimitri looks like he’s about to rip me a new one when his phone buzzes on the table. He huffs but flips the phone over to glance at the screen.
“Shit.”
“What is it?”
Dimitri pockets the device and gets to his feet. “Let’s go, little brat . Alexei wants us over at the penthouse. Apparently, Lev has remembered something about Igor.”