Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Lily
“Now swallow. “
Daniil’s words echoed through my head, even as my throat convulsed, and I swallowed every drop of him down. My chest heaved, but not for the reasons you would think. It was the way he was looking at me that was causing my shortness of breath.
No man had ever looked at me like that. I felt my skin begin to heat, and the ache between my legs grew to almost unbearable proportions. That has been one of the most exhilarating and sensual moments of my life, and he hadn’t even touched me.
God, I wanted him to touch me, though. I needed him to take the edge off the need that was seeping through my body. The hand he had tangled in my hair turned gentle. He curved it across my cheeks, his fingers sliding through the ruins of my makeup.
“You look beautiful like that, Lily,” he murmured, his voice as gentle as his touch.
From my place under his desk, I stared at him, and something inside of me started to warm.
This was what being with a real man was like.
I hadn’t realized how much Greg had refused to meet my needs until Daniil had taken me into his bed.
I shook the thought away and began to scramble out, but a quick look from him stopped me. I fell back onto my haunches and waited.
“You can come out now,” he ordered, sitting as far as the chair would let him without it falling back. “They have gone.”
Gone? I frowned. What did he mean by gone? It hit me what I had done. Not only had I given him a blow job while he was on his call, but I sucked his dick with an office full of people just one glass wall away.
Shame twisted my gut, shame and a weird sort of thrill.
“Don’t cover yourself just yet,” he ordered when I straightened. I froze with my fingers curved around my breast. “Let me look at you.”
I stood there, my shoes had fallen off sometime ago, so I was barefoot. When he stood, up it just went to prove our height distance. He towered over me. My eyes looked onto the expanse of his wide chest.
“This is how I’ll remember you,” he murmured.
My head shot up. What did he mean by that?
Catching my look, he smiled a very knowing smile. “This image of you,” he continued, his hand sliding under my dishevelled hair. “It’s even better than the ones on that video. Slowly, he lowered his head over mine.
Daniil’s lips were firm but so unbelievably soft. I sighed against him, rising up on tiptoes to throw my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.
His tongue wiped against mine. He groaned low and deep in his throat. His hands curved me into him further. My breasts flattened against the muscles of his chest, and the breath left my body as he bent me backwards.
And not once did it feel like I was going to fall.
In some weird way, I knew I was safe with him, which was strange because it went against everything I knew about him, even if most of what I knew were rumours.
I could one-hundred percent see him being some kind of mob boss, Bratva, or whatever they called themselves.
“Your lips are heaven,” he murmured against my mouth, and I fought the urge to smile. “I need them again soon, but for now,” his hand curved lower to cup my ass and lift me higher. “I think I owe you.”
My knees went weak with the meaning of his words. “Yes, please.” The words had barely left my lips before he had me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself against him. He was already hard again. I could feel him throbbing against my dripping pussy.
Not breaking the kiss, he sat me on the edge of his desk. My ass would leave a print on the pristine glass, but I didn’t really care as long as he kept kissing me like he was.
Is this what you want?” he grinned against my mouth, one hand squeezing my tit, the other sliding the thick head of his cock against my wetness.
“Is this what you want, Lily? You want my cock? You want my tongue and fingers and cock buried so deep inside of you that you don’t know where you end and I begin?”
Half reclined on a stack of papers, I lifted my eyes to him. “Yes.”
“Good. Now tell me what you want?” He continued to tease me.
“I want you, Daniil,” I whispered, but he didn’t plunge into me like I needed him to. He arched an eyebrow, clearly wanting me to elaborate. “I want your mouth on me.”
It was like he could guess what I was going to say before I said it. His lips left my mouth to suck my breast into his mouth hard. His tongue lapped against the ultra-sensitive bud. I moaned loudly, and that just led him on.
“I want your hands on—” I let out a ragged groan as one thick finger replaced the head of his cock and plunged inside of me. My back arched painfully as he used that finger to work me up to a frenzy.
“Oh God, yes, like that.” I tangled my fingers into his hair, and my fingernails scraped against his scalp. I didn’t care if I left scratches there. I didn’t care about anything at all as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
Good girls get what they want.” He chuckled, his teeth biting down onto my nipple in a sharp shock of pain that had me crying out even louder.
It was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was nothing but him and me. It didn’t matter that I was sprawled out with everything on show on his desk and that any of my colleagues could walk in and catch us. Nothing mattered but him.
“You will not spy on me again, is that understood?” He worried my nipple with his white, even teeth. The pace of his fingers increased. His thumb brushed against my clit. I trembled, and my muscles began to twitch. I nodded, my head back in a silent moan.
His thumb circled harder. “Is that understood, Lily?” He asked again, his voice completely unhinged-sounding.
From beneath my lashes, I watched the lust take over him.
He was as close as I was to losing control.
He’d make me cum and then fill me with his glorious cock, and I’d cum screaming for a second time on his desk.
“Answer me.” He pinched my clit hard.
I didn’t want to answer him. I didn’t want to talk at all. “I didn’t spy on you.” I ground out. My hip moved to meet each thrust of his fingers. I was too close to lie still. I needed to cum.
He stepped back. His hands dropped to his side. Cold air-conditioned air floated across my feverish skin. Scrambling up on my elbows, I stared at him in shock.
“What?” I stared open-mouthed as he stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped up straightening his clothes. He barely gave me a second look.
“Get dressed, Miss Ridgeway?”
Still confused as to what was going on, I slid off the desk, smoothing my rumpled skirt down to my knees, but my eyes didn’t leave his face.
What the fuck had just happened? “Daniil?” My breasts still scooped up over my bra, I reached for him. He caught my hand in his. His grip was almost painful. “Get dressed,” he snapped again.
“I don’t understand.”
He was on me in a second, forcing me back so the glass of the desk bit into my ass. Even then, he didn’t let up. Leaning over me, he caught my chin painfully between his thumb and forefinger. “What did I say about lying?” he asked roughly.
My eyes widened. “I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You spied on me, and then you lied to me about it.” His eyes flashed. “Again. Good girls get rewarded, but liars,” he shook his head, “liars and bad girls get nothing.” His hold tightened. “Is that understood?”
My lips pursed, “I just meant—” I tried to explain, and he cut me off with another flash of his eyes.
“Are you really trying to argue with me, Miss Ridgeway? Your job here is to make me happy. It’s what I’m paying you for. Remember?”
His words stung. I ripped my face away from him.
“I remember.” I dressed quickly, shame filling me.
Why did he have to be like this? So perfect one second only to remind me that this was all transactional in the next.
“It won’t happen again,” I mumbled as I bent to pick up my shoes.
The feel of his body pressed against my ass made me moan.
“What won’t happen again, Miss Ridgeway?
” he asked, his fingers flexed into my hips.
“I won’t spy on you,” I said.
“And?”
“Or lie to you,” I added it quickly.
“Good.” Flicking aside my hair, he brought his lips down to my throat. “You sucked my dick so well Lily. I hate to leave you needing to finish.”
I moaned. “Then don’t.” God, he was infuriating. “Please, Danill, I need—”
“If I give in to you, how will you learn?” He straightened and brought me with him. One heavy arm around my waist to keep me locked to him. “You shouldn’t have lied to me just now, Lily. If you had told the truth I would have been sucking on your pussy right now, and we would both be happy.”
I made a desperate mewling sound in my throat.
“Unfortunately, that can’t happen now.” He stepped away. “You will have a driver assigned to you, to take you to and from work and wherever else you need to go. You will not go anywhere without letting him know where you are. Is that understood?”
Completely bewildered, I stared at him. “Where will you be?”
His eyes flashed angrily. “I will be away for the next few days.”
“Where?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Do we need to have another discussion about you minding your business, Miss Ridgeway?”
Miss Ridgeway. He only called me that when I had annoyed or angered him. When he was being sweet or seductive, I was always Lily. I much preferred being called Lily.
Eyes lowered, I shook my head. “No, of course not, Mr. Popov,” I said quickly. I hope you have a great weekend.”
“Thank you.” Hands on my shoulders, he brushed his lips against my cheek. “I will see you next week.”
With that, he walked away without looking back. It was like nothing that had just happened between us meant anything.
It did mean nothing, I reminded myself. It was sex, a deal. No feelings or questions. Tears prickled in my eyes. I hated that I was feeling rejected. I was the other woman, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he was spending his weekend.
With his wife and son. Bitterness crawled up my spine, and I forced myself to take several deep breaths. This was for the best. Time away would help me think more clearly because right now I was cock-drunk and addicted.
One more breath, and I moved out of his office to grab my purse and go home.
Yeah, a few days without Daniil Popov was exactly what I needed. I’d be able to think more clearly then.