Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Daniil
The sound of the door slamming was loud, but I didn’t move. I sat in Lily’s overstuffed chair and just smiled to myself. Her reaction was everything I knew it would be, just like the man she called her fiancé’s was.
I had been around men like him my entire life. Although calling him a man was being generous. He had sold her to me.
He could call it whatever he wanted. He could tell her it was an amazing job opportunity, but the truth was, he sold her for money. Greg knew what I wanted her for, and it wasn’t her filing and organizational skills.
Without meaning to, I brought the fingers of my hand up to my nose. When I had insinuated she had masturbated in the shower, I hadn’t known for sure. Her reaction, though? That had been priceless. And now I knew she had, it was all I could picture.
“You don’t have the right—” Lily’s voice rose up shrilly from the room above. I couldn’t help it. I smiled. I liked a woman with a little fight in her, and I hope she gave him hell. Not that it would change her fate.
One way or another, Lily would be coming home with me.
“It’s not as bad as you think.” Greg tried to cajole her. “He promised not to touch you unless you wanted it.”
She screamed at him. “So because he’s promised not to rape me, you think this is all fine. It’s not, Greg. You can’t ask me to do this.”
Rape? My eyebrows slammed down. I had never had to force a woman in my life. Not once, and I wasn’t about to start with her:
“You’re not getting it, agree, do your job, and he’s going to double your salary and pay my debts. We could have such a good life, Lily. And he won’t force you to sleep with him, so it’s a win-win.”
There he went again, using the word force. If he thought her body was safe with me because I wouldn’t forcibly take her, Greg was underestimating me severely. Lily would come to me, and she would enjoy every single second of being with a man who could actually please her.
In my mind, images from her video flashed. And I felt my cock twitch. No more having to pleasure herself. A woman like her deserved a man like me. One who would keep her satisfied.
“I—” Lily stuttered.
She was folding already. I could hear it in her voice. Part of me was mad at her for giving in so easily, but part of me was glad. I didn’t want to wait to get her alone in my house, where I could have access to her twenty-four hours a day.
“I don’t have to have sex with him?”
“Of course not, “ Greg’s voice was louder than hers now that he knew he was winning.
Only he wasn’t the winner here. I was because the moment she was in my grasp, she would no longer be his. And I never shared what was mine.
“It’s just living with him and keeping him organized, exactly what you do now, apart from you getting to live in his big fancy house. I mean, you do need to try and keep him happy,” his voice trailed off.
I grinned at the silence. She would keep me happy, but I would keep her happy and satisfied as well. Her pleasure was almost as important to me as my own. I wanted it to be my fingers in her pussy that gave her release. It would be my fingers—
The smallest of sounds made me freeze. My eyes darted upward to the ceiling. It was a sound I knew well. A breathy little moan. The fuck was kissing her right there with me in the same house. He didn’t care that the walls were paper-thin and that I could hear.
Greg the bum, who couldn’t even provide for his future bride, was trying to stake his claim.
“Ok,” Lily said on another moan. “Ok, I guess I can do it so we can live our best lives. And the extra money can go towards our wedding.”
His lack of answer was deafening. The asshole was playing her, and she was fooling for every word. There would be no wedding, even when I got bored with her, he wouldn’t marry her.
She deserved better than him. She probably deserved better than me, but that was another problem. Standing, I stretched. “Hey, I hate to break this up, but I have other meetings to get to. Are you ready to leave Miss Ridgeway?”
Grabbing her bag, I stared up the narrow stairs as she appeared. The robe was gone, and she was dressed in simple jeans and a white t-shirt. Her perky breasts strained against the material, the outline of her nipples prominent.
My mouth watered. I couldn’t wait to get each one of those buds into my mouth. Would I be able to make her lose control just by sucking on them? My cock bounced against my pants, and I stifled back a groan. Jesus, I wanted her more than I had wanted anyone in so long.
“Sorry, Mr. Popov, I agree to—” She was halfway down the stairs when she saw the bag in my hand. I watched her throat work as she swallowed. “You want me to go with you tonight?”
The doubt was back on her face. I didn’t like that.
“No time like the present. My car is just outside.” Reaching out, I offered her my hand.
“The sooner we get you settled in, the sooner—” My eyes darted down to her perky nipples again.
This casual look was so different than her work clothes.
Both were sexy as fuck. But only this one showed me a clear outline of the breast that I planned to have in my mouth before the night was over.
“Well, the sooner you are settled, the better, don’t you think? I’m a busy man.” Again, I offered her my hand, and this time she slid her fingers against my palm.
Gotcha. My brain wanted to give a yell of triumph. She didn’t know it, but the moment my fingers closed around hers, she was mine. There was no going back.
“Yeah, ok.” Nervously, she looked behind her to where Greg was hovering at the top of the stairs. “I’ll just say goodbye.”
“No need.” Giving one gentle tug, I pulled her toward the door. “I think you and Greg have already had the goodbye you deserve.”
There would be no more kissing between them, especially when I was watching.
“But—”
I didn’t stop. Yanking her out of the house, I gave Greg one last look. “I’ll have the money for you within the hour.”
He nodded his head. “Thanks.”
The asshole didn’t even say goodbye to the woman he was meant to love. Now that the deal had been done, he no longer cared.
“Let’s go.” I drew my attention back to the woman who was almost panicking. She kept looking back at the house like he was going to rescue her from this situation. He wasn’t, and the sooner she realized that, the better.
Opening the passenger side door, I motioned her to get in. Lily’s slim body brushed against mine, and my hands curled around her hips on instinct.
“Mr. Popov?” Her wide, green eyes lifted to meet mine, and her lips parted.
I wanted to kiss her and take her right here in front of her good-for-nothing fiancé just to hammer home who she belonged to. But I never forced a woman, and she just wasn’t ready yet.
“Get in the car, Lily.” I sighed.
Lily didn’t say anything until we were halfway across the snowy city, but that didn’t stop her from looking at me. And every time I caught her doing that, she blushed beet-red.
“Mr. Popov,” she said finally, and I knew whatever she was going to say, she had been thinking about it since we started driving.
“I hope that the video you accidentally saw,” she sucked in a breath and turned even redder.
If she continued to blush, she would be purple soon.
“Doesn’t affect our working relationship. It was honestly not meant for you.”
I mulled over her words. “Yet I’m the one who watched it.” Reaching out, I placed my hand on her knee and squeezed. “More than once,” I whispered. “It’s my new favorite pastime. Watching you.”
My fingers danced up her thigh, and every part of me wanted her to be wearing anything but jeans. Something that gave me access to more skin, something I could slip my hand under. “The sight and sound of you getting yourself off is burned into my brain. All I keep thinking of is making you—”
She trembled. “Mr. Popov, please. You gave Greg your word that you wouldn’t.”
Laughing, I flexed my fingers around her again. “Is that all that matters? That I gave Greg my word. Don’t you want my promise as well?”
“Of course.”
It might have been my imagination, but I was sure her breath was catching in her throat. She liked my hands on her.
“I promised not to force myself on you, and I will stick to that. But this,” again I let my hand drift up higher.
“This isn’t forced because you aren’t moving away.
You’re just as intrigued by this heat between us as I am.
” Not giving her a chance to argue, I spoke over her.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Lily. You shouldn’t have to touch yourself to get a man’s attention.
Your man should—” my fingers were almost at the apex of her thighs, and she still hadn’t moved.
“A real man wouldn’t let you be neglected like that.
Like earlier in the shower. He was too busy with me to even notice what you were doing in that shower.
I noticed, and believe me if he wasn’t around I would have come up, wrapped your legs around my hips and fucked you so hard we would have broken the tiles.
I’d have made you scream so loudly that the police were called.
I’d wake you up with my tongue in your pussy and an orgasm as your alarm clock.
You wouldn’t go to sleep without being covered in my cum. ”
Turning my eyes from the road, I found her staring at me. “That’s the kind of man you deserve. One who wants your juices dripping from him every second of the day. And that’s what you would get with me. A real man.”
She blinked like someone in a daydream. But she still didn’t pull away.
A slow, knowing smile spread across my face. “That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? You hide it behind those prissy blouses and skirts in the office, but the video showed me the real you. The you that’s just begging for a real man between your thighs.”
“Greg is.”
“Greg is a moron, and we both know it. When he kisses you, it doesn’t turn you on. You’re fighting for something that isn’t there.”
“He loves me, and we are getting married.”
I scoffed at her words. She was deluded.
“If you say so, but it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t really do it for you.
I do. That’s why it was me who you thought about in that video, and why you are wet now before I’ve even touched you.
Just hearing what I want to do to you turns you on, Lily. You can’t deny it.”
She swallowed so hard I heard it, and my smile grew wider.
“What do you want to do to me?” she whispered.
Laughing, I shook my head. “So much, Lily. All of it depraved and filthy, but right now? I want to cup you through those jeans and rub that thick seam into your clit until you’re creaming into your panties and making a mess on my seat.” I turned and grinned at her.
“I’ll just keep the pleasure going until you’re in agony. Teetering on the edge. A little punishment for the misery I’ve been in since I saw the video.” I winked. “And when you can’t take anymore, I’d rip those jeans off you, and fuck you until you couldn’t walk.”
“Oh,” she whimpered, and the sound went straight to my balls, which drew up tight. “Right.”
I couldn’t help myself, I let my thumb brush against the seam of her jeans just once and was rewarded by a shudder and another whimper.
“But of course I can’t do any of that unless you agree, Lily. That was the promise, wasn’t it?”
Mutely, she nodded, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“So when you’re ready, you just let me know.” I slipped my hand from her tight thigh and turned my attention back to the road. “And I’ll make sure you forget that loser you call a fiancé.”
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. I already knew I had her.