Chapter Two #2
Viktor pushes off the wall, clapping my shoulder as we step into the hall. “Careful, brother. The way you look at her…it’s not a strategy. It’s a liability. The kind that could bring this whole family down.”
He walks ahead, still smirking, but his words stick.
By the time I reach the parlor again, Mireille is standing near the window with Anya, smiling as she admires the view. She turns when she hears me, her face lighting up in a way that makes something in my chest twist.
I force a smile, walking toward her. “Ready to go?”
“Mm-hm,” she says softly. “Your family’s wonderful.”
I nod, because it’s easier than telling her the truth, that every person she met tonight is a weapon, including me. And no matter how much I want to protect her, I’m still the one who could destroy her.
It's late by the time we leave Alexei's house. Mireille’s hand rests in mine, small and warm, her thumb tracing circles on my skin. Every time she looks at me, it gets harder to remember the line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
She's so beautiful. And I want her so fucking badly.
As her dorm comes into view, I realize I don't want to let her go tonight. I can't.
Mireille gasps as I drive past her building, turning to gape at me in disbelief.
“W-what…that's my…” she trails off, shaking her head curiously.
“I'm taking you home,” I say simply. “My home.”
“Oh,” she mouths and settles into her seat, a soft blush spreading across her gorgeous face.
By the time we arrive at my building, the air is charged with tension—electric, palpable.
She toes off her shoes and glances around, smiling softly. “You always keep it so spotless.”
“Habit,” I say. “Control what you can.” I pause, then add with a slight smirk, “The cleaning service doesn’t hurt either.”
She laughs, then sinks into the couch, curling her legs beneath her. “So…” she drawls, shrugging one delicate shoulder. “Why did you bring me here tonight?”
I chuckle and move to sit beside her. I lean in, taking in her heady floral scent for a second before raising my hand to her face.
“I think you know why, beautiful,” I say, gently running the back of my hand from her cheek to her jaw. Her breath hitches, her mouth falling open expectantly. “Want me to show you?”
She nods, her irises glazing over with a hunger that fuels mine. I rub my thumb over her glossy lower lip, watching the flames in her eyes burn brighter. For me.
“Say it,” I command softly. “Say what you want, kukolka.”
“Kiss me.”
I close the distance between us, sealing my mouth over hers, slowly, deeply. I take my time, savoring the taste of her lips, her tongue, swallowing her throaty, little moans. She clings to me, her fingers twisting, bunching up my shirt.
She whispers my name, and something inside me gives way.
I pull back just long enough to look at her, and it takes everything in me not to pull her back in and ravage every part of her.
“I won’t stop this time, Mireille,” I say in a harsh whisper. “I want you too badly…”
She doesn't shy away from my gaze. Instead, she leans in until our lips are just inches apart. “Then take me, Dmitri. All of me.”
Whatever is left of my control snaps in that moment. I bury my hands in her hair and claim her mouth with a possessive growl. She lets out a soft moan, her body pressing close to mine.
I nibble at her bottom lip, and she opens up eagerly, letting out another moan as my tongue slides against hers.
I stand up, simultaneously lifting her in my arms. She gasps into my mouth, automatically wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms coming around my neck.
I support her weight with one arm beneath her ass while my other hand roams her back, pressing her even closer.
Our tongues continue their battle as I climb the stairs—I know this route by heart and don’t need to look where I’m going when all I want to look at is her.
I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder, and the moment it closes behind us, I slam her back against the wall, drawing a deep groan from her.
I drag my mouth away from hers, taking in her frazzled face. “Did that hurt, baby girl?”
She shakes her head, running her tongue over her lips in that way that makes my blood boil. “No. No, it didn't.”
“Good,” I say, trailing my mouth down her neck.
I nibble on her sensitive skin, and she whimpers in response.
She trails her fingers up my back, her nails scraping along my spine.
I groan deeply, grinding my cock against her core.
She gasps, throwing her head back so fast it hits the wall.
I chuckle at the look of embarrassment on her face, then grind harder.
She gasps louder, her hand flying to my hair, gripping it tightly.
I kiss her again, harder and rougher, until we're both gasping for air, then kiss my way down her neck, my hand sliding down her back to her ass.
I pick her up again and carry her toward the bed, laying her down with less gentleness than last time.
She moves up higher on the bed and watches me strip, her eyes darkening with familiar hunger as each button comes undone.
She’s seen me like this before—but tonight feels different. Charged with the knowledge of what’s about to happen.
I fling the shirt aside and join her on the bed, crawling closer until I'm hovering over her. I place a fleeting kiss on her lips, then her neck, my hands trailing down her thighs to the hem of her short dress.
“Let's get you out of this, kukolka,” I say gruffly, and she nods in response.
I pull the dress over her head and toss it aside, drinking in the sight of her in nothing but a thin, flowery bra and panties.
I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, revealing her full, perfectly rounded breasts with pink, pebbled nipples.
This time, she doesn’t try to hide. She meets my gaze boldly, a faint blush on her cheeks, but none of the uncertainty from before.
“Look at you,” I murmur, trailing my fingers down her sternum. “Getting braver.”
“I had a good teacher,” she whispers.
Something dark and possessive flares in my chest. “You haven’t learned anything yet, kukolka.” I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “But you will tonight.”
I move my mouth to her breast, sliding my tongue over one pebbled nipple while teasing the other with my fingers. She moans low in her throat, her body arching into my touch. I suck on her nipple, harder than I did last time, and she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
I trail my mouth down her stomach, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her legs. I toss them aside and spread her thighs, settling between them. She’s already wet—I can see it, smell it—and my cock throbs painfully against my pants.
“So ready for me,” I growl, sliding two fingers through her slick folds. She gasps, her hips bucking. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me inside you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Dmitri—”
“Please, what?” I circle her clit with my thumb, watching her squirm. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you. All of you.”
I withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss.
I stand to remove my pants and boxers, watching her eyes drop to my cock—hard, aching, already leaking at the tip.
She’s seen it before, touched it before, but the way she looks at me now is different.
There’s anticipation mixed with desire. A hint of nervousness.
“We don’t have to,” I say, giving her one last out. “If you’re not ready—”
“I’m ready.” Her voice is steadier than I expected. “I want this. I want you.”
I crawl back over her, settling between her thighs. The tip of my cock grazes her entrance, and we both shudder. Her hands come to my shoulders, gripping tight.
“It might hurt,” I warn her, brushing hair from her face. “I’ll go slow. But you need to tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods, her breath coming faster. “I trust you.”
I reach between us, positioning myself at her entrance. Slowly, I push forward, just the tip entering her. She tenses, her fingers digging into my skin.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Relax for me.”
She lets out a shaky breath, and I feel her body soften slightly. I push deeper, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of real pain. Her brow furrows, her teeth catching her bottom lip.
“You okay?” I ask, jaw tightening against the need to thrust hard.
“Yeah, just…full,” she says with a strained smile. “Keep going.”
I push deeper still, and then I’m fully seated inside her—surrounded by her tight, wet heat. It takes every ounce of control I have not to move.
“God, you're so tight,” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. “You feel incredible.”
We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, letting her body adjust. Then she shifts her hips experimentally, and we both moan.
“Dmitri,” she whispers. “Move. Please.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She gasps, her nails raking down my back. I set a steady rhythm, watching her face transform from discomfort to something else—something hungry.
“More,” she breathes. “Faster.”
The command snaps something loose inside me.
I grip her hips and increase my pace, driving into her harder. She cries out, her back arching off the bed, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I lean down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I thrust deeper, faster.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her lips. “Like you were made for me.”
Her hands slide down my back to my ass, pulling me harder into her. “Don’t stop—God, please don’t stop—”
I hike one of her legs higher around my waist, changing the angle, and she screams. I’ve found that spot inside her—the one that made her fall apart on my fingers. I hammer into it mercilessly.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of me.”
Her moans have grown wild, incoherent. Her whole body is trembling beneath me. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around my cock.
I slide my hand between us to find her clit, circling it with my thumb in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me, kukolka,” I command. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
She shatters with a scream, her pussy clenching so tight around me it’s almost painful. The sensation rips my own orgasm from me without warning. I bury myself deep and let go with a guttural growl, spilling inside her as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
For a moment, we lie still, wrapped in silence and the echoes of our heavy breathing. Then I roll off her to the side, pulling her with me so she's half-lying on my chest.
Her hair is all rumpled, her lips swollen, her beautiful blue eyes still a little unfocused…and I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.
She chuckles, shaking her head slightly. “That was…”
“Perfect, my beautiful girl,” I murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You are perfect.”
“Thank you,” she murmurs with a shy smile, then bites down on her lower lip as if contemplating her next words. “Does that…” she trails off, clearing her throat nervously. “Does this mean we're a thing now?”
The question hangs between us, simple but heavy.
I should lie. Keep things undefined, distant. That would be safer. For her, for me, for everyone. But when I look into her eyes, all I can think is that I’ve already lost the ability to pretend.
“Yes,” I say quietly. “You, kukolka, are my woman, and you own every part of me.”
She smiles, and the whole room seems lighter. “That’s exactly what I want.”
She leans down to brush her lips over mine, but I grab her neck and deepen the kiss. She laughs, her body relaxing against mine as she settles into the kiss.
She pulls back after a while, a radiant smile spreading across her gorgeous face.
“You know, I was thinking…” she says slowly, her eyes searching mine. “Maybe next week, you could come to brunch. With my parents.”
I freeze before I can stop myself. “Your parents.”
She hesitates, misreading my reaction. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought…it might be nice. They’d like you.”
I force a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “I’d like that.”
Her expression softens. She leans down and kisses me again. “Good.” She sits up, flashing me an apologetic smile. “I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom.”
She disappears into the bathroom, and I sit up, pressing my palms over my face as the emotions I've kept at bay all day come rushing back. Guilt, regret, shame, and something else—something I'm unwilling to acknowledge.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
How am I falling for the daughter of the man I’m supposed to destroy?