Chapter Six
Andrei
The call with Kevin leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
I end it and stare at my phone for a second longer than necessary, jaw tight. A container was added to the manifest without authorization. The bastard didn’t even care to avoid suspicion.
I’ve instructed Kevin to open the container, photograph everything, and document every detail. Whatever is being moved through my port, I’m going to know what it is, and once I do…I’ll know who’s bold enough to test me.
Annoyance hums low in my chest as I leave the office.
I head to the living room, stopping short at the sight before me—Mila, in the kitchen, balanced precariously on one of my bar stools, stretching on her toes to reach a cabinet that was never meant for her height.
Her skirt rides up slightly as she reaches, her body swaying dangerously.
My heart jumps to my throat.
“Jesus—Mila.”
I move fast, too fast to think. The stool wobbles just as I reach her, her balance slipping, her breath catching in a small, startled gasp as I catch her.
Her body collides with mine, light and warm and terrifyingly fragile in my arms. For half a second, all I feel is relief so sharp it nearly drops me to my knees. Then the fear curdles into anger.
Not at her—never that—but at the thought of her getting hurt.
“Are you out of your mind?” I say tightly, setting her down only long enough to pull the stool back and sit myself on it.
She opens her mouth, probably to apologize.
I don’t give her the chance. I let my impulse take over. I draw her back to me and settle her across my lap, my hand already smoothing over the back of her thigh beneath her skirt.
“Mila,” I say, keeping my voice low, controlled, “you don’t do things that put you in danger.”
Her breath catches, her body tensing up.
I lift my hand and bring it down sharply against her backside. Once. The sound echoes louder than I expect in the quiet kitchen.
She gasps.
“That,” I continue, my voice steady despite the way my pulse roars in my ears, “is for not waiting.” I spank her again, keeping the stroke measured, not cruel and she whimpers, her hands gripping my forearm.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice trembling. “I-I didn’t think, Daddy—”
The word lands between us like a live wire. For a split second, everything stops.
Her breath.
My hand.
My thoughts.
Then something inside me settles…locks into place with startling clarity. I lean closer, adjusting her properly on my lap, my hand resting possessively at her waist.
“That’s right,” I murmur. “I’m your daddy.”
She shivers.
“It’s Daddy’s job to keep you safe,” I continue quietly. “But I can’t do that if you don’t let me. If you need something, you ask. Do you understand?”
She nods quickly, tears shining in her eyes.
I give her two more light swats, this time not to punish but to reinforce control, then I pull her upright, guiding her until she’s straddling my lap, her hands resting uncertainly on my shoulders.
I cup her face, thumbs brushing away the tears before they can fall. “Look at me.” She does. “Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. “I did.”
Hearing her call me Daddy so naturally has my blood instantly boiling with lust. But it’s not only that…there’s also a warm, distinct feeling coursing through me—protectiveness? Pride?
It doesn’t matter what it is. I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her slow and soft. I let out a moan of appreciation when her body melts against mine. After a moment, she pulls back, cheeks flushed, eyes shyly searching mine.
“Andrei…is that who you are now?”
I arch a brow. “You’ll have to be more specific, solnishka.”
She swallows. “Are you…my daddy?”
The question hits me hard and this time it has nothing to do with lust. “Do you want me to be?” I ask softly, trying hard not to drown in her beautiful blue eyes.
“Yes.”
Relief floods through me so powerfully I have to exhale slowly to keep my composure.
“Then yes,” I say simply. “I’m your daddy. That means I take care of you. Protect you. And correct you when you misbehave.”
She nods, her smile small but radiant. I kiss her again, slower this time, then lift her gently to her feet.
“Now,” I say, standing and reaching easily into the cabinet to retrieve what she’d been after, “let’s finish dinner. Together.”
She watches me with something like awe in her eyes as I hand her the ingredient. And we get back to making the pirozhki. Dinner is simple but delicious. My only regret is that it ends too quickly, and it doesn’t take me long to realize Mila feels the same way.
As we put away the dishes, I watch her trying to hide her disappointment beneath a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. And it hits me then—I’m not quite ready to let her go.
So I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her against my body. She lets out a soft, shaky breath, her body instantly relaxing into mine as I drop my forehead to hers.
“Spend the night, solnishka” I say quietly.
Her breath hitches. “Andrei, I—” she trails off with a sigh, then pulls back just enough to look at me. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
I tilt her chin up with one finger, smiling into her eyes. “Daddy has decided.”
Her lips part, a soft sound escaping her throat. She swallows.
“And we agreed,” I continue calmly, “that Daddy calls the shots.”
“I just...my grandfather…”
“Text him,” I say, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “Tell him you’re safe.”
She hesitates, then nods, pulling her phone from her bag. Her fingers move quickly as she types, a faint smile tugging at her mouth when she hits send.
“There,” she says softly, her smile turning cheeky. “Satisfied?”
I lower my mouth to hers, nipping at her lower lip. “Hmm…very,” I murmur in between little nips. She chuckles and moans in the same breath, sending my testosterone into a frenzy. I sweep her up into my arms, her excited chuckle warming my heart as I carry her into my bedroom.
Inside, I push the door shut with my shoulder and place her gently on the ground.
“Get naked.”
A deep blush crawls up her neck but she complies, hastily undoing her buttons while I kick off my shoes and remove my socks. I ditch my pants next, and finally my shirt.
Now, we’re both naked and I’m barely hanging on to my last bit of control. I’ve seen her twice before, but each time hits me harder than the last. With those full, perky breasts, slim curves and legs that’ll drive any man crazy, it’s hard to stay sane.
But as much as I want to feel those legs wrapped around me while I drive my cock into her…it’s her first time and I need to make it memorable.
Lord, help me.
I gently urge her to the bed, making her sit.
“Lay back,” I order softly.
She scurries back on the duvet, her obvious eagerness chipping at the last bit of my self-control. I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees, never taking my eyes off hers.
“Open your thighs, solnishka,” I say, my voice a low growl. “Keep them spread unless I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says in a small voice, swiping her tongue nervously over her lips.
Damn.
I position myself over her. Her breath hitches, her beautiful eyes growing wide with anxiety as my cock presses against her pelvis.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” I ask gently, searching her face.
She nods, and averts her gaze, her cheeks growing pinker. My chest tightens. I slide my finger gently across her cheek, slowly tucking stray stands of hair behind her ear.
“I’ll be gentle, moya solnishka,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Daddy will take care of you.”
She looks up at me now and I can see the relief in her eyes. “Okay, Daddy,” she murmurs, giving me a shy smile.
I slide a hand down her right thigh, spreading her legs wider. I stare at her exposed pussy for a moment, gritting his teeth against the dizzying rush of desire that overwhelms my body. “Look how wet you are for me,” I murmur, swiping my right thumb over her slick folds.
She shivers, a breathless moan falling from her lips.
“So ready,” I continue, sliding a finger inside her.
Her walls clench around my finger. I let out a deep growl of appreciation.
Then I withdraw my finger, grab my cock, and position the crown at her entrance.
My head is buzzing, my body strung like it’s been wrapped with a life wire.
The idea of being inside of her—actually being sheathed in her heat—is driving me insane with excitement.
I start to push slowly into her—very slowly, my body rigid with control. She moans at first then whimpers, her hands flying to my shoulders for support.
Her walls clam up, resisting the intrusion at first.
“Relax, solnishka,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Let Daddy in.”
“I-I don’t know how to,” she says in a small voice, her eyes filling with guilt.
Oh no.
I kiss her then, slowly, deeply, sliding my tongue over hers in long, sensuous strokes. Slowly, her body relaxes into mine, a soft moan leaving her lips. I slide a hand between us, gently pressing her hip to the bed to hold her steady—I thrust.
She gasps loudly into my mouth, her hips bucking against my hold in protest. Her tissues stretch around him, finally submitting to the relentless pressure of my cock.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” I grate out as a blinding wave of pleasure rushes up at me, almost blinding my vision.
I hold myself still—against every primal instinct in my body—and when I feel her body relax again, I claim her mouth in a furious, possessive kiss, flexing my hips in a way that pushes me further into her.
She screams as I fill her, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders.
Fuck biology. Wish I can take away the pain.
She must have seen something on my face because she cups my face in her palms and smiles up at me. “I’m fine.”
My chest tightens with emotions that seem bigger than me at that moment. What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet angel?
“You sure?”
She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. Hearing her call me Daddy, with that small knowing smile, drives me over the edge. I immediately lost all train of thought, pushing further into her with a loud groan.
Sinking into Mila is like piercing heaven—or a particularly salacious part of hell.
I want more. So much more.
Falling down over her, I brace myself on my forearms, plunging my tongue between her lips as I sink deeper into her pussy.
She groans into my mouth, her arms coming around my neck as her hips buck beneath me.
I lift my head reluctantly, nipping at her lush lips.
My cock throbs furiously in her clasp, demanding more.
I resist the urge with a herculean effort.
“Shhhh,” I sooth roughly. I suck her lower lips teasingly and she kisses me back excitedly, her soft whimpers driving me crazy. Her hands moved anxiously on my back, her fingertips sinking into muscle. I groan and penetrate her to the hilt. I grimace, my eyes clamping shut.
“Fuck,” I growl, forcing my eyes open. I focus on her beautiful face, her delicate features pulled tight with arousal. Glancing down, I see her full, firm breasts rising and falling rapidly. My cock lurches in her clasping channel.
“I’m sorry, baby” I say quickly, regretting her slight wince. “Did that hurt?”
“Just a little,” she whispers. “You feel so good.”
Her words are the last straw.
I let out a soft curse, pull out to my tip then plunge back into her with controlled force. Air pops out of her throat, her fingers grabbing my hair. Her legs jolt slightly, subconsciously closing up.
“Spread your legs again,” I order tensely. She widens her thighs, raising her bent knees higher. “That’s right,” I mutter before I begin to fuck her.
I stare at her face as I claim her, enraptured by the wild, helpless pleasure on her face. I thrust harder, smacking into her tight body.
God, I’m hungry, and she’s a feast unlike any other.
She grips at my shoulders, her expression growing frantic. Her nails sink into my muscles. My cock keeps swelling even as I pound.
“Put your hands above your head for Daddy,” I grated out, not relenting in my thrusts. “Do it. Now,” I command sharply when she just keeps staring at me with dazed, doe-like eyes. I continue to drive into her, our skin slapping together, filling the room erotically.
Her eyes…they’ll be the death of me.
She finally seems to understand me. Her hands fall over her head, her elbows bent, the pale, tender underside of her arms exposed. Her hands are open on the pillows, palms turned upward, her fingers curling slightly inward. It’s a striking image of beauty. Of submission.
She does it so naturally, never realizing the effect it has on me.
I curse, arousal biting at me, goading me onward. I fuck her harder. Her pink-tipped breasts strain upward, bouncing slightly every time I plunge into her. She bites her lip as my cock drives faster. Her pussy is warm and wet, her nipples erect. Her expression is rigid, her eyes glazed with desire.
“Why don’t you scream for me, solnishka?”
I can tell she’s holding herself back and the discovery makes my heart burn with something akin to anger. Not at her—never at her—just at the thought of how much she’s had to hold back over the years.
She blinks like she never considered the thought. “Do you want me to?”
“Fuck yes.”
I sink my cock and grind my pelvis against her outer sex.
I circle my hips, stimulating her clit. Her sweat-glazed face ripples with tension.
A cry bursts out of her throat. She clamps her eyes shut and stifles a moan.
The walls of her pussy convulse. Her whimpers break free, falling on my ears like the sweetest of blessings.
“That’s right,” I muttered viciously, pushing her knees back onto the mattress to open her body to me further. I come up on my toes, my feet digging into the bed and finding traction as I fuck her climaxing pussy with wild abandon.
The sound of the bed creaking at my hard thrusts melds with that of her frantic cries and my own pounding heart.
God, it’s so good.
I didn’t mean to take her so ruthlessly—at least not this first time, but something snapped in me when she climaxed. I was suddenly overwhelmed by pure raging lust.
It doesn’t take long before I fall over the edge.
I come with a deep, beastlike roar, my sinews seizing as pleasure crashes into me.
Moments later, I fall over her, burying my face in her neck as I pant wildly for breath. She wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight and I fill my lungs with the sweet smell of her, letting it calm my buzzed nerves.
I thought I’d be no better than my father, but from the moment I set my eyes on Mila Voronin, I knew I’d never treat her like my father treated my mother. But still…a subconscious part of me held back, waiting to prove myself wrong.
Now that I’ve had her though, I’m never letting her go.
She’s mine.