Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Daniil
She had cum six times. It would have been seven, but after the sixth, she had been boneless and almost sobbing in my arms. Even though I could have quite happily gone on for more, I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it.
So I had covered her as best I could with my jacket and carried her to the car. She was asleep in my arms before we had even pulled away from the curb. My little PA, although she was so much more than that already, hadn’t even woken up when I stripped her naked and put her to bed.
Usually that would have been my cue to leave, but I didn’t. Instead, I lay next to her, idly swirling one of her still-damp curls around my finger and so lost I thought that I didn’t even know what time it was.
She would never know because I would never tell her, but getting back to the office and finding her gone had left me momentarily paralyzed in fear because she was precious, and I had lost things precious to me before.
It was amazing to me how Greg didn’t see it.
But of course he didn’t. If he had, he would never have given her to me in the first place.
He knew from the get-go what my intentions were.
I hadn’t tried to hide them, and then, there was the meeting I had with him today, which was the reason I was late to begin with.
“Thank you for coming to meet with me, Daniil.”
The asshole didn’t even get up from his seat. Maybe he thought that put him in a position of power, when it didn’t. Signalling for a waiter, I took the seat opposite him and steepled my hands together.
He tried to stare me down, probably to show dominance, and failed. He was the one who looked away first. They always looked away first.
“What can I help you with?” flashing a smile at the waitress, I waited for her to retreat before speaking again. “What do you need?”
He had the audacity to look put out. “I was going to ask after, Lily? How is she?”
If he thought I was going to fall for that, then he was a fool. He hadn’t asked me for this second meeting to ask about her, and we both knew it.
“She is,” I sipped the vodka, “perfection itself, but you already know that, don’t you?”
He nodded his head like he was agreeing with me. Fool.
“But of course, if you were really worried about her, you would have called and asked her yourself. So let’s not waste any more time. Tell me what you want.”
He garbled something under his breath that I couldn’t make out. “I hope she is being—”
My eyebrows shot up. You hope shes being what? Accommodating?” Throwing my head back, I boomed out a laugh loud enough that people glanced in our direction. “Lily is—” Rolling my lips, I mulled over my next words.
Part of me wanted to smash the fingers, which were inside his woman only the night before, in his face and ask him if he could smell her on me, but at the last minute, I decided not to. This goon in front of me might deserve that humiliation, but Lily did not.
“You don’t need to worry about Miss Ridgeway,” I said smoothly, staring at him over the rim of my crystal glass. “I am taking very good care of her needs. All of her needs. I added because I couldn’t stop myself.
For a moment, his eyes blazed with anger, a touch of jealousy sparking to life, but he quickly blinked it away.
“But what about your needs, Greg? I’m assuming you brought me here because you have something else you need from me?”
He tried to look offended, but failed. “I mean, I don’t want to ask, but you have Lily, and that’s what you wanted and—”
My sigh rattled my chest. “How much?”
“It’s not about the money.”
I rolled my eyes. “How much? I have plans this evening, and I don’t want to waste my time here with you when I can—” be buried balls deep in Lily, I added silently.
“A little under forty thousand dollars to the Chrissy Mech—”
My head snapped up. “You owe money to my casino?”
“I didn’t know it was yours, but yes.”
Shaking my head, I stood. Downing the burning clear lid in one. “I’ll have them wiped. Now, if that’s everything?”
Greg didn’t answer me. It was only when I had taken a step away that he called out after me. “I really do care for her, you know.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. He said cared for. He didn’t say love. I doubted he had ever loved her for even a second. He sure as hell didn’t take care of her needs like a man should. Like I was about to.
“Oh, course you do. I chuckled heading on toward the door. “That’s why you gave her to me.”
“He doesn’t deserve you.” My fingers trailed down her face, against her smooth skin. “I don’t see what you see in him at all.” My fingers tiptoed down further, spanning her slender neck and then snaking under the covers.
I’d never, not in a million years, understand what a woman as beautiful and passionate as she was see in a low-life scum-bag like Greg.
It wasn’t like she didn’t have options. She could choose any man in the world to be hers, and she had chosen him.
“Daniil.”
I did a double-take, glancing at her face, and I found her still asleep and calling out my name.
It was a double-edged sword. Because on one hand, I loved that she was clearly dreaming of me, but on the other hand, she was only mine for a short while.
She would one day go back to the man who didn’t deserve to kiss her feet.
Flicking the corners of the blanket off, I took in the sight of her naked body and the round, high tits, with their diamond-hard little nipples that just begged for me to bite and lick them.
Lowering my head, I swirled my tongue around one, drawing it up higher and higher. Lily moaned my name again, urging me on. Suctioning my lips over the tight bud, I sucked it hard into my mouth. My other hand slid down her body to glide against her pussy. She was wet.
Grinning to myself, I coated my fingers in it before gently parting her and pushing one inside as far as it would go. She would be sore from earlier, and I needed to be gentle with her, but she was obviously dreaming of me, and I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to be inside of her again.
“Daniil, please,” she whimpered, and I increased my pace. My hand curled around so I could fill her completely. Curved upwards against my stomach, my cock throbbed.
She called my name, but she didn’t belong to me. When this was all over, she would go back to him. Maybe she would dream of the things I did to her. Maybe she would even picture him as me between her legs, but she would love him, and it made me furious.
“You want me.” I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger, and she moaned loudly. “I know you fucking want me.”
Out of the corner of my eyes, something caught my attention—a hastily discarded shirt, the one I had told her to throw away because it belonged to him.
She hadn’t. Instead, she had disobeyed me.
That shirt went to prove everything. It didn’t matter what he did. She would still love him.
“I told you—” I began to say, and she grumbled in her sleep. Rolling away from me.
It was like all of my self-control vanished. She didn’t get to do that, keep his things, and move away from me.
That wasn’t how this was going to go.
Sliding down her back, I pulled her in tight.
Reaching between our bodies, I lined myself up with her core and slammed forward, filling her to the hilt with one thrust. She cried out, her body trying to move away from the sudden intrusion.
Tightening my grip on her, I thrust forward.
Each stroke was a punishment because she was everything I wanted, but she would never be mine. Her body might belong to me, but—
One hand curled up and over her breast. I increased my pace. Punishing her, but at the same time giving her pleasure until it was almost too much to bear. Sweat dripped into my eyes. I was inside of her, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Rolling her onto her stomach, I rammed into her harder and faster until it felt like I was going to explode. Her round breasts jiggled with every thrust. Sucking on my thumb, I pressed it into her dark hole, and after a second of resistance, it disappeared up the first knuckle.
Raring upwards, I stared down at my handiwork.
And what a sight it was. My thumb buried in her tight assshole whilst her pussy stretched around me.
I’d fuck her ass before giving her back, I vowed.
In fact, I would fuck every single hole she had and fill her so full of my cum that he could smell me on her because he didn’t deserve one second of her time, and she was too much of a fool to realize it.
“Daniil,” she cried my name out, her back arching and her lifting up to meet my thrusts. This time, I knew she was awake. There was a clarity to her voice and an urgency to the way she met each one of my thrusts.
Clamped tight around me, her pussy trembled and fluttered, and then she was screaming, her pussy suffocating me with its delicious warmth. Lily came hard, screaming my name in that breath of hers, and I finally let myself go.
My balls drew up. My cock ached to spill inside of her, but at the last minute, I slipped free and turned her. Striking my hard cock, I painted her skin with my seed. My eyes never left hers as she blinked herself awake. Over and over again, I came until she was coated in me.
“Daniil,” she whispered, and there were tears in her eyes. I smeared my seed into her skin. “Now you belong to me,” I said gruffly.
“I was asleep and you—” A single tear slipped from her eye.
“You were dreaming of me,” I countered. Was she really crying because I had woken her up with a mind-shattering orgasm. “Here.” Reaching out, I grabbed the shirt and began to wipe my seed from her body. The entire time, she just lay there. A look of pure confusion on her face.
“What?” I snapped when I couldn’t take it anymore.
There it was again, the anger. “Is it because I’m cleaning my cum up with his t-shirt?
” I tossed it in her direction, and it landed half on her face.
“That’s as close as he’s ever going to get to having you again, Lily. He’s not worth even being a cum rag.”
She bolted upright. “You are disgusting, Daniil,” she cried out.
“I really am, but you still want me, don’t you, Lily? Your sweet pussy still wants to be filled by me. So what does that say about you?”
The moment I had said it, I knew I had gone too far. She ran, trailing the quilt behind her, and slammed the bathroom door shut. Rolling my eyes, I went after her. “Lily?”
There was no answer except the sound of her crying. My anger evaporated. I should never have fucked her while angry.
“Lily.” I tried the door, and it was locked. “I’m sorry, ok. I shouldn’t have.”
Her cries grew louder, but she did not answer me. Sighing, I headed back to bed. When had I gotten so bad at this? Being with a woman used to come easily to me.
I was seriously out of practice.