Chapter Four
Andrei
I’ve been angry all morning, but now it’s curdled into something sharper.
Four shipments.
It’s been four times someone used my name to move containers that never appeared on the books. I stare at the numbers until they blur, then shove the reports aside and stand.
Whoever is doing this knows my company. They know my authority and know exactly which ghost to hide behind.
My father’s.
That’s what makes my jaw lock…the fact that I tore this business out of the dirt with my bare hands, made it clean, and someone is trying to drag it back down using my name.
I push into my office without slowing.
“Mr. Popov?” Mila calls cautiously, quickly following me inside. “Is there anything you need?”
“No. Get out.”
The words are out before I register them. I’d spoken from the rage boiling inside of me without taking consciousness of the person on the receiving end. I turn just in time to see her flinch, her shoulders hunched and her eyes shine with unshed tears.
Fuck.
“Mila—” I start but she shakes her head, already turning away.
I cross the room in two strides, catching her wrist gently and spinning her back toward me.
She collides with my chest, a soft gasp bursting from her lips.
I wrap my arms around her before she can step back, before she can apologize for something that isn’t her fault.
She stiffens for half a second, then melts into me, her forehead pressing into my shirt.
The anger drains out of me like a punctured vein.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur into her hair. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Her fingers clutch my jacket, small and tight, like she needs proof I’m still here. The feel of it steadies me more than it should. I rest my chin on her head, breathing her in, letting the heat of her body anchor me.
I should say more. I should explain. But explanations feel clumsy right now. Useless.
She pulls back slightly. Her eyes meet mine, searching and it breaks my heart to see the uncertainty in their blue depths. I lift my hands and brush my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the tears before they can fall.
She must have had a lot of questions after the kiss. It’d ended so abruptly and with everything going on, I haven’t had the opportunity to address it, to reassure her that—wait, what do I tell her?
That I want—no—crave her so much it’s becoming a physical ache? That even right now, in want to kiss her so badly—
I seal my mouth over hers with a throaty groan, kissing her hard and deep. She gasps softly, then leans into me, hands sliding up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. The sound she makes goes straight through me.
I deepen the kiss, pulling her body roughly against mine. I grind my erection against her hips, needing her to feel what she does to me.
She whimpers into my mouth and the sound shoots straight to my cock.
Goddammit.
I guide her back against my desk, clearing it off with one swipe of my hand. I lift her onto the desk and pull back a little. We’re both breathing hard. Her eyes are dazed, yet there is no mistaking the innocent desire in those gorgeous blue depths.
“Right now, solnishka, I have no noble intentions toward you,” I say, brushing my knuckles gently across her face. “If you don’t want this, now’s the time to walk away.”
She shakes her head slightly, then drops her gaze from mine.
I slip a finger under her jaw and raise her eyes back to mine. “Say it, Mila.”
“I—I want this too. I want you.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected and the feeling they evoke goes far beyond physical lust, touching parts of me that I don’t want to explore right now.
“Take off your shirt for me, baby,” I murmur, slowly dragging my knuckles down the side of her neck. A vein pulses erratically beneath my hand, her face growing adorably redder. “I want to see you.”
She nods, taking in a shaky breath as she starts to undo her shirt buttons.
Her hands tremble slightly but she’s holding up really well, and I’m barely keeping my hunger on a leash with each button she pops.
Soon, she’s sitting in front of me in a lacy black bra, her shirt pulled halfway down her back and suspended on her arms.
“Pull it off all the way.” My voice came out husky—not like I give a damn at this point.
I watch—enamored—as she removes the shirt and throws it aside.
I step closer between her legs, reach behind her and deftly unhook her bra.
She gasps at the same moment a soft groan of appreciation leaves my lips.
I let my gaze rake over her, taking in her full yet firm breasts, the dark pink areolas and perky nipples.
She’s breathing hard, her breasts rising with each rapid breath. Her skirt has ridden up to her mid thighs and her hair is disheveled.
I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.
I never thought it was possible to want a woman this badly, to desire her beyond reasoning.
At first, I thought I was drawn to her because she seemed a bit lost—I’d finally found someone I could take responsibility for in the place of Natalya.
But it doesn’t take me long to realize it’s more than that—way more.
I do not just want to protect and care for her; I want to claim her…
consume her…I want to dominate her, make her mine in every sense of the word.
I’ve never felt this way before. It’s puzzling yet I can’t resist the pull.
“Lay back, baby, and spread your legs.”
She does as I say. She responds so well to my command and that makes me want her even more.
“Good girl,” I murmur, ducking down to brush my lips over hers. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?
“Y-yes sir,” she stutters, leaning hungrily into my touch.
I run my thumb slowly over her lower lip, gratified by the little shivers that pass through her.
I fight back the desire to kiss her, instead letting her anticipation build as I lower my mouth to her neck.
I slide my tongue over her skin, a pulsing vein on her throat, suck her earlobe, tease the whorl of her ear with my tongue.
She’s shaking so badly yet sitting so still while I explore her body.
I return my mouth to hers, kissing the corners of her mouth.
I nip her lower lip, tracing the outline of her lips with my tongue.
Then, at last, I kiss her, inhaling her whimper, reveling in the sweet heady feeling of her tongue gliding against mine.
She melts in my arms, every soft, sweet inch of her pressed against me, the feminine feel of her making my body tense, a bolt of heat shearing through my gut. She seems bolder now, imitating the strokes of my tongue. I can tell she’s inexperienced but her clumsy attempts only fuel my hunger.
I’m lost in her, lost in the scent and feel of her, the need for her thrumming in my veins.
I drag my mouth from hers and pin her arms above her head with one hand, reaching down with the other to cup her breasts.
I glide a thumb over one nipple, teasing it into a tight bud, then the other.
I alternate between the two breasts, tugging and teasing them with my fingers, flicking them with my thumb.
She arches into my touch, letting out soft helpless moans.
“God, I love your tits.” Natural and soft, they yield to my hand as I cup and plump them, their tips so sensitive that the merest flick of my thumb makes her shiver.
Unable to wait another second, I duck down, closing my mouth over one puckered peak, gently flicking it with tongue before I start sucking slowly.
She cries out, whimpers, arching her back, offering herself to me, her arms still pinned above her head. “Oh, God…Andrei!”
It’s her first time calling me by my first name and it sounds divine.
I tug on her nipple with my lips, flick it with my tongue, suckle it, cupping her other breast with my free hand, my thumb tracing circles on the sensitive underside.
God, she’s so damn responsive! She’s shuddering, her body trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, a look of torment on her sweet face.
Brain buzzing hard with lust, I shift my mouth to her other nipple, grazing her with the edge of my teeth, then sucking hard. I want to please her…want to ruin her…I want to make her burn for me the way I burn for her.
“Andrei, please!” She squirms against me, her hips instinctively lifting off the desk, seeking relief.
I raise my head, release her wrists, and feel her fingers clench in my hair. I flick a nipple with my tongue, teasing her. “Please what, solnishka? Please stop?”
She lets out a frustrated moan. “Please don’t stop!”
Oh, that I can do…
I lower my mouth to a wet nipple, sucking and nipping her as I nudge my hand between her thighs.
“Widen your legs for me, baby,” I tell her and she eagerly obliges.
I hook a finger into the band of her lacy black thong, pulling it down her creamy thighs.
She raises her hips to ease my mission and I chuckle at how adorable that is as I fling the material aside.
When she’s finally bare to my sight, I stare at her, all pink and moist for me.
“You’re so beautiful, moyo solnishka.”
She contracts visibly in response. I lift her right leg and drape it over my hip, spreading her wide as I run my hand over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. I tease her, working my way slowly upward.
Christ, I can feel her heat. It radiates from within her, her sultry, musky scent igniting every drop of testosterone in my blood.
She whimpers my name, her nails digging into my scalp, her hips rising each time my hand draws near, then twisting in sexual frustration when I draw my hand away again.
When I’m sure she’s finally on the edge, I cup her damp curls and ease a finger inside her.
She lets out a breathy moan, her hot, slick vagina gripping my finger tight. I hear myself growl like some kind of damned animal, my hips flexing as if my cock is buried inside her instead of thrusting against her thigh.
Slow down, Popov.
I force breath into my lungs, doing my best to relax. I stroke her, sliding a second finger inside her, stretching her. “Fuck the things I want to do to you, Mila…imagine my cock inside you, stroking you just like this.”
She shivers, tenses, and I know she finds the idea both arousing and a little frightening. And that’s okay, because so do I. I’ve never felt so much for anyone—I’ve never experienced this consuming need.
She’s obviously inexperienced and I’ll be damned if I hurt her… But I honestly don’t know how much longer before I snap.
For now, I’m going to focus on pleasuring her.
I gather her body’s own moisture, then withdraw my fingers and rub the silky wetness over her clit, the little pink bud swelling at my touch, before lowering my mouth to her center. I get to work with my tongue, swirling and inhaling her perfect feminine scent.
“You taste like heaven, solnishka,” I say, before losing myself in her. She’s breathing in hard, ragged pants as I keep up the rhythm, her face turned sideways on the desk, eyes squeezed shut, her body racked with tension that seems to arc through her and into me, shooting straight to my groin.
“I want you, solnishka.” My words come out in urgent whispers as I lean in to lap at her clit. “I want to fuck you so bad it hurts,” I murmur against her, before tonguing her entrance.
Then she gasps, seeming to hold her breath as the tension inside her peaks and shatters. She orgasms with a shaky sigh, her inner muscles clenching around the tip of my tongue, a look of excruciating pleasure on her gorgeous face.
The sight…Goddammit.
With a deep, almost animalistic growl, I slide my fingers out from her, hurriedly undoing my buckles and pulling my pants down halfway. My cock springs free, hot, heavy and excruciatingly hard. I pump myself fast. Once. Twice.
Mila watches, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and lust.
“Like what you see, baby?” I ask and she nods almost immediately then blushes hard. I chuckle, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. “You’re not ready, solnishka…but watch me.”
She swallows, dropping her gaze to where my hand is busy pumping my cock.
“Spread your legs for me, baby… Let me see you… Oh, God…divine.”
I slide my fingers inside her, gathering her moisture, moaning when she contracts weakly around my fingers.
I pull out and with my wet fingers, stroke myself from root to tip, drawing a thick bead of pre-come.
I close my eyes with a groan as a wave of dizzying pleasure rushes to my head.
I pump once…twice, and I’m tumbling over the edge.
I let out a string of Russian curse words as I submit my body to the overwhelming wave of climax pushing through me.
“Mila,” I groan, like a wounded beast on the verge of death. My jaw and neck are taut with strain, my sperm spurting onto her thighs, hot and thick.
After…when it feels like we can both finally breathe again. I pull my pants up, leaving them loose around my waist, then I lift her in my arms bridal style. She lets out a surprised yelp, even as her arms come around my neck.
“I’ve got you, solnishka,” I murmur, heading toward the bathroom.
I help her clean up, giving little kisses of reassurance in between while she blushes adorably and lets me do my thing. After I’m sure we both look presentable again, I lead her back to my office and make her sit on the couch.
She won’t look at me, but I plant myself in front of her, waiting until she shyly raises her eyes to mine.
“Cancel the rest of my appointments today,” I say quietly.
Her brows dip in surprise. “All of them?”
“Yes.”
“W-why?”
I crouch so I’m on her eye-level. “Because I’m done for the day,” I say. “And I’m taking you home.”
She blinks at me with even more confusion. “Home?”
“I’m you cooking dinner,” I add, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She blinks. “You…cook?”
“I do,” I say. “And I need a break.”
I don’t say the rest.
That I don’t want to let her walk out of this office wondering what all of that meant…or if she’s just some office fling, a helpless assistant that I took advantage of.
She seems pretty sensitive and I’m determined never to leave her guessing my intentions like I did the first time.
“Okay,” she says and I feel a surge of something…nice.
There’s something sweet about the way she lets me take the lead, make decisions for her…something erotic about the way she obeys my every command without coming off as docile.
“I—um—should get to it…” she says, biting her lips shyly and doing everything but meeting my eyes.
God, she’s adorable.
I give her a small nod and she swerves and hurries past me and back to her desk. I watch her go, my heart and cock dancing to a similar tune. Hard and fast.
Once the door closes, I pull out my phone and text Natalya that I need a bouquet delivered to my apartment tonight.
She answers almost immediately:
Who is she?
I smirk.
Just make it beautiful.