Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Daniil
The sound of my fist hitting Greg’s face over and over again was like music to my ears.
He had touched her. Not just that, but he’d had his grubby pathetic hand around her throat and the other hand reaching under her skirt like she was his. Lily was no longer his. She was mine.
Again, my fist slammed down, my knuckles splitting with the force of my blow. Not that I felt the pain, there was nothing but rage inside of me. White hot and all-consuming.
“She,” smash. “IS NOT YOURS,” I roared.
I felt one of his teeth come loose and go flying, but I didn’t even stop when he started choking on his own blood.
“Sir.” Someone muttered behind me. I ignored them totally. My men knew better than to get in my way when I was in this kind of mood. My anger could quite easily turn on them. Someone else knocked on the door.
“Sir,” his voice was more urgent.
Slowly I turned my hand to see him and one other person between the man and the door. “What?” I snapped.
“Do you really want to do this?”
It wasn’t the caution I expected. I glanced down at the bloody unrecognizable ass below me and felt my fury double. “Yes,” I said through gritted teeth and let my fist smash back down. The sound of his nose breaking made me smile.
“Yes.” Grabbing hold of Greg’s collar, I heaved him upwards until our faces were just inches apart. “Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you. Do you understand that?”
The man behind me grumbled. “What I mean, sir, is that you want to finish this somewhere more private.”
Again I look down at Greg’s face, surprised to find him smiling with his blood-soaked teeth. “Are you really going to kill me over a piece of ass?”
Jesus, I didn’t know when to stop. For someone who was meant to be seriously smart, he was a dumb shit. “Touch her again, and I will.” Jumping to my feet, I wiped my bloody hand down my trousers.
Straightening, I rolled my shoulders. “Get him out of here. I don’t want him in any of my establishments again.” I nudged the prone body with the toe of my shoe. “Call in every debt that he has with us.”
“You can’t do that.” Rolling to his side, Greg spat blood from his mouth. A glob of it landed on my foot. I started down at it for a second before wiping it on his shirt.
“I can and will do anything I like, Gregory. You’re a smart man. Haven’t you realized yet that I run this city? By dawn, you will.”
“Fuck you, Daniil Popov. I’m going to take everything from you. I’m going to ruin you.”
I kicked him straight in the face, sending him sprawling backwards. I didn’t look back as I walked away. Apologizing to the two women who were waiting outside, I made my way to the office.
Each step closer to Lily was meant to make me calmer, but it was just the opposite. That was the kind of man she had promised herself to. The kind of man she loved.
Throwing open the door, my eyes found her straight away. There were still tears pouring down her cheek, and my eyes fixed on them. Was she crying because that asshole had hurt her or because she thought I was going to hurt him?
Women. I rolled my eyes. I would never understand them.
“Daniil.” She was half off of the plush leather sofa by the time I got to her. Pushing gently on her shoulders, I fell to my knees in front of her.
“I was worried.”
“Be quiet,” I ordered because I couldn’t stand to hear her voice concern for that piece of shit. As gently as I could, I surveyed the damage to her throat.
There were red finger marks on it. “This is going to hurt.” Gently, I stroked downward.
“I’ll be fine. Did you—” She swallowed hard and grimaced with pain. “Is Greg—” she trailed off.
“Is he dead?” I finished for her. My hands reached her shoulders and pushed her back against the cool leather. “That’s what you want to ask me isn’t it?
She nodded. A different sort of rage filled me. Leaning over her, I brought her face to mine. “He hurt you, he sold you, he fucking used you for years, and you’re still shedding tears for him. Why is that?” My eyes darkened as they skimmed her face. “Do you love him that much?”
“No, I just don’t—”
My lips slid over hers, my hand went to the back of her head, and held her still.
“I didn’t kill him, Lily. But I will if he touches you again.
Is that understood? I will kill him for even looking at you.
You don’t belong to him anymore. You’re mine, and I don’t share.
” I crushed her under me, our bodies sliding down the leather until I was on top of her.
Hungrily my lips found the rapidly forming bruises on her throat and kissed each and every one. “I am so angry with you, Lily,” I growled out against her skin.
“Why?”
Lifting myself up on my elbows, I stared down at her.
“Why? You left your security when I told you to stay with him,” I snapped.
“That alone deserves punishment. But it’s more than that.
You’re sweet and intelligent, and you fucking chose to give years to him.
You let him put a ring on your finger.” I sucked in a ragged breath. “You loved him.”
She didn’t say a word. She just stared at me, and that just made me madder. She wasn’t denying it. She fucking loved him.
I hated that.
“Yes,” she whispered, and it was like all the air left my body. “I did.”
Sitting up, I dragged her over my lap so her ass was staring up at me. Placing both hands on her cheeks, I landed. “Did?” I queried because I wasn’t sure I had heard right.
“Did I think?”
I let out a shaky breath and then struck. Using my open palm I swatted at her ass hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to do any real damage.
“Daniil, what are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” I said, and I did it again. Keeping one hand on the small of her back, I yanked up her dress, baring her round ass and the tiny string-like thong she was wearing.
“Why?” Reaching behind her, she scrambled to cover herself. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You loved him, you let him use you, then you put yourself in danger by walking away from your security. He could have hurt you worse than he did.” I punctuated each statement with another spanking.
The sound of my hand against her naked ass was so beautiful, but not as beautiful as the tiny whimpers that were escaping from her lips.
“And you did it all,” slap. This one was harder than the others, and she cried out in pain. I kneaded the red blotch on her creamy skin with my fingers. “With nothing under this dress but this silly scrap of material. That may add absolutely nothing.”
To prove my point, I wrapped my fingers in it and pulled it tight against her.
She writhed against me, her body thrashing as I pulled it tighter and tighter. The tops of her legs began to tremble.
“Did you wear it for him? Loosening my grip, I slid a finger down the crack of her trembling ass and then lower still, darting in between her thighs.
“No.” Lily’s voice was strangled. “I didn’t expect to see him,” she whimpered.
“Good.” Even when I had asked the question, I had known she hadn’t planned this. I was the one who changed our plans, not her. If anyone was to blame for this, it was me.
My touch grew softer. Back and forth, I trailed my fingers along the material that covered her pussy from me.
“Who did you wear it for?”
Damn, she was wet for me. Even when I punished her, she was dripping for me. Sliding my fingers under the fabric, I pinched her clit.
“Who?” I asked again.
“Daniil.” She bucked over my lap.
“Who?” I repeated.
“You,” she moaned. “I wore it for you.”
Good girl.” Bending over her, I bit her ass cheek, leaving a perfect imprint on her skin.
Need exploded in my gut. Keeping her across my knees, I pushed two fingers into her as far as they would go without warning. I began to move my fingers in and out of her.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, Lily?
” I purred to her, increasing the pace until her juices were soaking my and hand and dripping down my arm.
And still, I wanted more. And this is all for me, isn’t it?
No other man gets your pussy weeping, like I do.
” I didn’t wait for her to reply because I didn’t need an answer. We both knew the truth.
She could have a million lovers after me, and not one of them would get her going like I did. Not that she would have—
Screaming, Lily came apart. Her ass lifted, and she thrust back against my fingers as hard and as fast as she could. “You’re greedy,” I slowed the pace, stroking her insides, which continued to clench around my fingers. “My greedy—”
Twisting her face to me, her eyes seemed to dare me to say the word that was on the tip of my tongue. And if I did, I would lose this moment, and we both knew it.
Rolling her on to the couch cushions, I hooked an arm around her waist and drew her ass up. Yanking down the scrap of material so it angled around her knees. My cock was in my hand and pressing against her opening before she could compute what was happening.
I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth move. My arm looped around her waist kept her in place for me. Each thrust was hard and fast. I used her body like it belonged to me because it did. Bending over her back, my thrusts turned shallower.
“You’re mine, greedy girl,” I ground out.
In the back of her throat, Lily made a sound that sounded like agreement. It was all the encouragement I needed. Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I forced her head down and let loose.
I was using her body and forcing it to feel every inch of me. Sweat beaded my brow and dripped down my face, and I still didn’t let up. Lily met every thrust I made until the room was full of the sound of our sweaty skin slapping together and the mingled sound of our ragged breathing.
“Cum.” I was too close to wait. I needed to feel her pussy’s chokehold on me. “Cum for me now.”
Three more strokes, and she gushed around me. Her face pressed into the pillows in a silent scream. I didn’t need to hear her voice to know how hard she had cum. I could feel it all around me.
Driven to madness, I buried myself inside of her and finally found my own release. My lips moved over the back of her neck. Fuck she was amazing. Slipping from her body, I smoothed my hand back over her ass and admired my handiwork.
Lily was lying prone, her dress bunched around her hips, my handprints painted her ass, and our mingled cum leaked from her pink swollen pussy.
Nothing had ever been more beautiful to me.