Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ALEKSEI
I skipped the last meeting of the day. Investors flew in, so the board expected me to stay, but I left anyway.
Because tonight matters more. She matters more.
Fiona doesn’t know it yet, but we are having dinner together. No isn’t on the table. She will be there.
The second I step into the house, I kick off my shoes and shrug off my coat, my hands already itching to find her. I scan the kitchen and den, but she’s nowhere to be found, even though I know she’s home.
“Gde ona?” I ask one of my men. Where is she?
“Naverkhu.” Upstairs.
I take the stairs two at a time, and when I open our bedroom door, she’s stretched out on the bed, a book in hand, wearing tiny athletic shorts and a thin white tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination.
She was wearing those clothes with my men around? She’s going to pay for that.
When she notices me come in, her lips quirk, but her eyes don’t go to mine.
God, she maddens me. And when she’s close, everything rattles inside me. It’s like I want to say a thousand things, but I do not have the language for any of it.
“Is that how we are playing this, detka?”
She does not glance up immediately. When she finally does, there is a small, careful lift at the corner of her mouth that isn’t quite a smile.
“I’m not playing anything. I’m simply declining your offer.”
She picks her book back up, eyes moving across the page like she’s actually reading it. But I know better. I move closer, closing the space between us until I’m right beside her.
“Come eat with me,” I say, letting the words slip into the quiet like a dare. “I won’t ask again.”
“No, thank you.” Her grin widens as she flips her page. “I’m good right here. Thanks for asking, though.”
She pats my arm, a clear dismissal, but my skin is too busy burning from her touch to care.
I drag a finger up her bare thigh. “You want to make this difficult, don’t you?”
“Of course not.” Her lips twitch, that almost-smile turning into a dare of its own, like she’s testing just how far she can push me.
It’s adorable. Infuriating. Addictive.
“Lucky for you, I happen to like difficult.”
She barely looks up before I hook an arm around her waist and flip her over my shoulder. She yelps, a burst of startled laughter escaping her. The sound cracks something wide open inside me, pure and bright and unguarded.
“What are you doing?” She half laughs, half gasps, pounding a playful fist against my back.
“Taking you to dinner.” I adjust my grip as I stride down the hall. “Konstantin said I needed to be a proper husband.”
“This is definitely not what he had in mind! Put me down!”
“Net. You said the only way you’d sit with me was if I tied you up. I’m a man who takes requests seriously.”
Her laughter cuts off in a disbelieving sound. “That was not a request.”
“I think it was.” I give her ass a firm slap, satisfied by the way she jolts. “I think you wanted this.”
Once we reach the dining room, I set her down on the chair.
The table glows under the soft halo of candlelight, crystal glasses catching the amber flicker of flame.
A full meal is laid out—steak, potatoes, roasted vegetables—and for a moment, she just blinks, the fight in her eyes softening to confusion.
“You arranged all this?” she asks, breathless.
And seeing her happy, it makes me want to do this for her over and over again.
“I told you we would have dinner.” I loosen my tie, rolling it slowly between my fingers.
Her eyes follow the movement, and just like that, the energy between us shifts. Disbelief melts into hunger, the sharp edge of her defiance dulled by something far more dangerous.
“I wasn’t aware this was what you meant.” She straightens her tank top, trying to regain her footing. “It feels like a date.”
“What if it was?” I approach her slowly, tie in my grasp. “Would you say yes?”
I tip her chin up, her mouth so close I can sense her breath on mine.
“Answer me.” My lips stroke hers, and she groans.
Blyat. I was a fool for ever thinking I could resist such a tempting creature.
Bringing her hands to her lap, I wrap the tie around them. The silk glides over her skin as I knot it tight enough for her to feel it.
I lower my head until my mouth grazes the curve of her neck. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“That’s because you haven’t earned my answer.”
All the blood rushes to my cock. My hand finds her throat, her pulse ricocheting against my palm.
“I will earn it.”
She shrugs one shoulder, mouth curving into something wicked. “We’ll see.”
My thumbs drags across her bottom lip. “You’re here. That’s a start.”
“You didn’t give me a choice.”
“That’s because you haven’t given me one either.”
“What does that mean?” she whispers.
My knuckles drag down the soft slope of her cheek, my muscles twisted tight. I want to say things to her that I have never said to anyone. They’re there, heavy on the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken. But I don’t know if she wants to hear them. If she feels the same way.
We are so different. For this to work, she has to accept who I am, what I do, and I don’t know if she will ever be ready for that.
“It means you make it impossible to think about anything but you.”
Her chest rises and falls. “Is that why you’ve been ignoring me?”
“Yes.”
Something stirs in her eyes.
I fill a plate with food, the scent of garlic and seared steak rising between us.
She watches as I cut a piece and set it carefully on her plate, then lift the fork toward her lips.
The candlelight casts her skin in gold and shadow, and for a moment, I just stare, remembering the first time I saw her.
The steel in her spine, the fire in her eyes.
She stunned me then. She still does.
She leans forward slowly, brushing her mouth to the edge of the fork as she takes the bite. Her lips part, tongue flicking briefly against the prongs, and blyat, it lights me up from the inside.
“I’ll be a good girl,” she murmurs after swallowing, glancing down at her restrained wrists. “You can let me go.”
I smirk, leaning in. “We’ll see how good you can be after I’m through with you.”
“What does that even mean?”
The corner of my mouth kicks up.
She lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re insane, you know that?”
Her cheeks flush, desire sparking in her gaze.
“Da.” I grind my jaw as I stare at her full lips. “But only about you.”
“Mm, I don’t think that’s true. I would say you’re objectively insane.”
A rough, genuine laugh escapes me. “And what does that say about you, Ms. Prosecutor?” I cut into the steak. “Getting turned on by an insane man such as myself.”
She lets out a small huff. “I’m not.”
I lift another piece to her mouth, my eyes trained on hers as I press it between her lips. “Don’t deny it.”
The back of my hand drags up her knee, her thighs clamped shut before I part them harshly.
“I’m not. You just don’t like hearing the truth.”
I chuckle, brushing a fingertip through her center and feeling the warmth through her shorts. “You’re not wearing any panties…”
She gives a small shake of her head. My fingers strain, pinching her clit just enough to make her shudder with a broken moan, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I tsk softly, letting my gaze trail over every inch of her. “And you thought dressing like this, practically naked while my men are stationed all over the house, wouldn’t earn you a heavy punishment?”
My palm massages her through the fabric, slow circles that make her hips jerk and her eyes roll back, her body already giving me what I want.
“I…I didn’t think you’d care.”
“I care, Fiona.” My hand slides into her shorts, discovering her soaked. “Mm, look what I just found…”
“Oh fuck…” She gyrates on the chair as I toy with her, sliding inside her before rubbing her clit with her own wetness.
When she closes her eyes, I stop. “You know the rules, detka. Close your eyes and you don’t come. Keep them open and Daddy will reward you.”
“Aleksei, please…”
I laugh. “I didn’t mean you’d get your reward now.” I squeeze her clit, and she groans. “Silly girl.”
“You’re gonna drag this out, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am.” My grin widens as I slip out of her and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her with a low, satisfied grunt.
Her cheeks flush, her nipples hard and visible through her tank top.
But it still isn’t enough for me. I pick up an unused steak knife and drag it toward her chest, and she watches every inch of the blade as I slice through her shirt, leaving only enough fabric to hang across her stomach.
Her breasts spill free, and a growl breaks out of me, my erection growing stiffer as I take in all of her.
“Ti moya.” You’re mine.
She gasps when I catch one hardened tip between my fingers, rolling it until a cry slips out of her, and then I give the other the same attention. The knife lowers to her shorts, and I pull at them, making a hole with the tip before I slowly start to cut at the center.
She holds her breath, her eyes widening.
“Better stay still. I wouldn’t want to wreck such a perfect cunt.”
Her breathing turns uneven, a mix of fear and desire trembling through her as I let the blade cut just enough to give me access. I grab the torn fabric with both hands and rip it wider, exposing her completely, her pussy slick and open to my greedy stare.
“Now, how about you finish eating?”
“I don’t want to eat. Please, Aleksei. It hurts.”
“Mm…” My finger flicks her center. “A little pain never killed anyone.” I slice into another piece of steak. “Now open up and swallow.”
She obeys, her eyes holding mine as she chews and swallows, all the while the fingers of my free hand sink deep inside her, curling exactly where she needs it.
She cries out, the words breaking from her in a desperate rush. “Oh my God… I need this, please.”
“I know you do.” My lips brush hers, my teeth catching on her lower one in a slow bite. “But you don’t deserve it yet.”