Chapter 16 - Pippa
“Mmm…,” I moan, licking the bottom of his cock all the way up and then placing the tip on my tongue, ramming it to the back of my throat in one swift go.
He moans and jerks up, his body slamming down against the bed.
“Good morning to you, too,” he mumbles, closing his eyes, letting me take him away in the moment. I continue what I started, my mouth tasting him, teasing him, sucking him.
It’s been two weeks since we first made love, and since then I’m a solid convert. I need him before we sleep, I need him when we wake.
He slides his hands down to my hair, grabbing it into a tight knot, and pushes my head deeper onto his cock. I struggle to breathe as he pulls my hair, his cock throbbing in my throat. I know I'm pushing him to the edge, and it's only a matter of time before he releases.
"Keep going," he orders, his voice laced with desire.
I feel a strange sense of power in this moment, knowing I have control over someone like Lev Zolotov. It's intoxicating, and I can't deny how much I crave it.
I begin to clench the back of my throat, releasing and clenching in periodic bursts. I know this drives him mad.
"God, Pippa… You're amazing," he breathes, his cock bucking into my mouth. I feel his cock pulsing, throbbing against the back of my throat. I maintain a steady grip on his hips, and pull his cock out of my mouth, only to take it in again. My head bobs up and down, my lips fervently sucking on him. My other hand fondles his balls, rolling them around as if massaging his pleasure.
His breaths grow shorter and sharper, and I see his eyes losing focus as he nears his peak. I feel his entire body tensing up, preparing for the release.
"Pippa!" Lev groans, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, his legs shaking.
And in that moment, when I know he's about to cum, I close my lips around the top of his cock, feeling his warm, sweet cum drip down the back of my throat.
I wait till I quench the last drop out of him, only letting go and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand when he’s completely dry.
He lies there, breathless, watching me. He lays out an arm, and motions at me to come lie beside him. I snuggle in, resting my head on his chest. He leans forward and kisses the top of my head. “We’ve been late every day this week,” he tells me.
“And yet, I still can’t get enough,” I reply.
***
Half an hour later, I stand in front of my closet, tempted to continue experimenting with my style. I run my fingers over the various fabrics, contemplating which outfit will make me feel as confident and powerful as I did this morning. I finally decide on a form-fitting A-line olive green dress that hugs my curves in all the right places.
I walk over to the car, where Lev waits. He whistles appreciatively when he catches sight of me. "You look incredible."
"Thank you," I reply, feeling proud of how his eyes linger over me. It's not just about looking good—for the first time in my life, I feel genuinely comfortable in my own skin. And it seems that Lev's attraction to me has played a big part in that.
"Ready to face the day?" he asks, offering his hand with an almost tender smile.
"Absolutely," I answer, taking his hand.
***
Stepping into Boris's office with a fresh sense of confidence, I prepare to submit my latest report on our CSR progress. It's been a month since I started working for the Zolotov brothers, and I've been steadily earning their trust through hard work and dedication.
"Here's the financial analysis you requested," I say, handing the neatly-bound document to Boris. He nods approvingly, his icy blue eyes scanning the pages briefly before setting it aside.
I look over at the other two Zolotov brothers, Damien and Lev. I give Damien a polite nod, and wink over at Lev.
"Good work, Pippa," Boris says gruffly, already turning his attention back to the meeting at hand. I take that as my cue to leave, but as I reach for the doorknob, I hear the brothers resume their conversation.
"Look, we need to make a strong statement against Lenny," Damien insists, his voice tense. "Taking his daughter will send a clear message."
"Are you sure that's the best course of action?" Lev questions, sounding skeptical.
I freeze, my hand still on the door handle. Kidnapping? Lenny's daughter? Memories of my own abduction flood my mind, making my heart race so fast as I relive that horrific moment. Back then, I didn’t know Lev wasn’t dangerous. The fear of that very event, an unknown man’s hands all over me, throwing me in the back of a van, being brought into a house full of armed men, comes back to haunt me. I can't just stand here and listen to them plot something so vile—especially not when I've experienced firsthand the horrors of being taken by surprise, with no idea of what might unravel in the future.
Gathering my courage, I turn back on my heels and walk over to the desk, slamming my fist on the table. All three men startle at my outburst, surprise written across their faces.
"Kidnapping is not the answer!" I blurt out, my voice shaking but determined. Boris and Damien exchange glances before leveling their gazes on me.
"Really, Pippa? You think you have a say in our decisions?" Boris sneers, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Actually, Boris, I do," I counter, putting all my newfound confidence into my stance. "I know what it's like to be ripped away from your life and held against your will. Do you really want to inflict that kind of pain on someone else?"
“Oh, come on,” Damien cuts in. “Lev hardly tortured you,” he rolls his eyes.
A wave of anger passes over me. I stare at Lev, who looks mildly guilty. “He might not have tortured me,” I tell Damien, through gritted teeth. “But the thoughts I had going through my mind when I didn’t know him, or any of you for that matter, was a form of immense emotional abuse. Do you know how scary it was to be put into an unknown man, to enter a house full of men with guns, some of which were pointed right at you? I had such terrible thoughts going through my mind. I thought he’d kill me, or rape me, or torture me or worse and I had no idea why I was where I was. After that, for a whole week, I was kept in solitary isolation for making the simple mistake to… run? I wouldn’t wish it on another woman, especially not Lenny’s daughter.”
“She’s his spawn,” Boris says. “Unfortunately, the child pays for the father’s sin.”
“She is nothing like her father,” I tell them. “I might not know Lenny the way you do, but he was always good to me. And his daughter She’s sweet, innocent. Look, I can help you,” I propose.
Damien frowns and Boris looks disinterested, but Lev leans forward. “Go on,” he encourages me.
“Once you find where she is, I can initiate contact. We were always friendly. I could try to figure out, through innocent conversation, where her father might be and lead you to him. But kidnapping cannot be the answer… please ,” I almost beg at the end.
Taking a deep breath, I launch into an impassioned explanation. "When you kidnap someone, you're not just stealing them away physically. You're ripping apart their sense of safety, security, and trust. The emotional scars can last a lifetime, even after they've been returned to their family."
As I speak, I can feel Lev's intense gaze on me. It's clear he's listening, truly considering my perspective. And for a moment, I allow myself to hope that maybe—just maybe—I can make a difference.
"Think about it," I finish, my voice wavering but strong. "Is it worth causing that much damage for the sake of sending a message?"
The room falls silent as my words hang heavy in the air. Boris and Damien exchange a long look, and for once, I can believe that I've planted a seed of doubt in their minds.
But my hopes are dashed when Boris looks right at me with an ice-cold gaze. “Leave, now,” he tells me, his jaw clenched together.
Uh oh . Did I make a mistake? Was I too bold in stating my opinion? My face pales and I think Lev notices, because the next thing I know, Lev excuses himself from the meeting. He stands and grips my arm, leading me out of the room, leaving his brothers behind.
He leads me into a private room down the hall, shutting the door behind us with a resolute click. I turn to face him, confused and slightly alarmed by the sudden change in location. Lev must be really mad at me to pull me out like that.
"Lev, I’m sorry if I—"
"Shh," he cuts me off, his voice low and husky. He steps closer, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his intense gaze. "I need to tell you something."
"Okay," I say cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. What could he possibly want to say right now?
"Your courage is incredibly sexy, Pippa." The words leave his lips almost as if it physically pains him to admit it. "The way you stood up to my brothers just now… it was like watching a lioness taking on two silverback gorillas."
"Um, thanks?" I respond, unsure how to process his compliment. It's not every day someone compares you to a lioness.
"Your brain is so damn sexy, Pippa. The passion in your eyes when you were talking about what you believe is right. Your willingness to go down for a good fight…" He pauses, his own eyes darkening with desire. "It turns me on more than I can describe."
"Lev, I—" I stammer, taken aback by his confession. I feel flattered but also a bit overwhelmed. And if I'm being honest, a part of me is undeniably thrilled by his attraction.
"Sorry if I scared you," he says, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "But I needed you to know."
His eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat radiating between our bodies, the magnetic pull drawing us closer.
"Lev," I whisper, my voice barely audible. My mind races with the implications of what's happening, but a part of me doesn't care about the consequences.
"Shh," he murmurs once more, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. Our faces are mere inches apart now, our breath mingling as we share this charged moment. I can no longer hold back.
With a moan, I reach up and grab his thick head of hair, pulling him toward me. With a slam, his lips crash against mine. He grabs my hips, and walks me backward, slamming me against the wall.
His hands reach behind my dress, unzipping me. My dress falls to the ground, and I stand there before him in my bra and panties.
He moans as he slides his hands up my thighs. I can feel his calloused fingers spreading my legs apart, and his mouth claims mine once more. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands roam my body. I reach for the belt of his trousers and undo the buckle. He unzips them, in too much of a frenzy to pull his pants down. His cock swings free.
In one swift move, he takes my arm and wrenches it behind me, turning me around. I bend over facing the wall, and he lowers his knees, ramming his hard, thick cock right into me.
I moan and he covers my mouth, pounding into me, over and over again, until the world ceases to exist.