Chapter 23
Daphne
My mind is spinning. I can't concentrate on anything other than the man who has me pinned against the glass window.
"Can anyone see us?" I whisper hoarsely as Alexei kisses a spot on my neck that has my clit throbbing. Down below, the crowd begins to thicken. Women dressed in short, glittery dresses weave through the crowd, like little trinkets lighting up the dance floor.
The group of men gathered by the bar seems to have multiplied. Aaron is still there, a thorn in my side and my vision. I want to turn around and look at Alexei instead, but he's holding my chin firmly, forcing me to face the rest of the club.
"Do you want them to?" He whispers and I swear the insinuation is far from what I want, but why does it turn me on so much? My core is throbbing, panties soaked through as I feel him press up against me.
I feel his excitement against my butt. His voice may sound unaffected but his body tells me otherwise.
"Look at you," he mutters, skimming the outline of my underwear. He inches my head back and nips the skin of my neck before sucking on it. "Cheeks flushed. Underwear drenched. You want this, don't you?"
He slips a finger underneath my underwear and groans out loud. The bulge pressing against me thickens, I feel it throb against my heated skin. My core aches with need, my body heats up as he presses me up against the window and pushes my legs apart.
My hands clutch the glass to steady myself, my mind so clouded, I'm unable to concentrate on anything. Aaron or anyone else down there might as well be on another planet.
Alexei rips my underwear apart and my body shakes as my throbbing pussy is suddenly exposed to the cold air. He cups my drenched sex, humming with satisfaction and then his thumb glides across my slick folds.
He strokes my clit and I feel like I'm about to burst. My mind goes blank, all I want to do is drown myself in whatever this sensation is. I almost collapse against the glass but he grabs my waist with one hand, the other stroking my clit over and over again in circles.
My vision blurs as something builds up within me, slow and steady, like a dam about to burst. His other hand trails up my stomach and cups my breast.
He pinches my nipple and I gasp loudly. "You've been teasing me all day, Daphne." His voice is low and husky, clouded with lust. The sound of him and the moans in the background is slowly driving me crazy.
I end up moving against him, pressing my pussy against his finger as my ass rubs his groin. He groans in my ear and cups my other breast hard, making me gasp.
"Not yet," he murmurs, and then he releases me suddenly. He holds the back of my head, forcing me to look down at the crowd below. "Tell me what you were doing in my study? What were you looking for zaychik?"
I frown, blinking back the haze of lust but then he strokes my clit again, his grip on my head tightening to a point where it's almost painful. He pushes a finger inside me and my eyes widen at the sensation, a sharp prick that slowly turns to pleasure.
"Tell me," he instructs, fingers digging into my scalp as he yanks my head back against his chest.
His touch quickens, thumb rubbing against my clit and his finger dips in and out of me, making me see stars.
There's a delicious pressure building deep in my core, drawing to a crescendo that tips me over the edge.
I've never orgasmed before. Only heard of it and I wonder if this is what it would feel like.
I close my eyes, eager to give in to it, to let this pressure burst and swallow me whole but then it stops.
My eyes snap open only to see Alexei has paused. My clit is throbbing so hard that I whimper. I open my mouth to argue, only to see him grinning at me wickedly. He stopped on purpose!
"Answer me and I'll give you what you want," he tells me coolly and then he pinches my clit, making me jump. My cheeks are on fire, body shaking with need and anger.
"Let go of me," I say, trying to break free from him. "I didn't do anything. I wasn't in your stupid study."
Alexei chuckles and makes no move to release me. "Are you sure you want me to let go?" His grip on my hair softens and he strokes my clit again and again, slow at first and then his pace turns frantic.
I almost collapse as I arch my back against him, losing my train of thought all over again. "Daphne..." he hums my name, kissing and sucking at my neck, his finger thrusting into me and then assaulting my sensitive skin over and over again.
"I thought you wanted me to let go?" he whispers into my ear but he might as well be speaking gibberish. His other arm tightens around my waist. "Look at you, falling apart against me as you watch the man you love."
He rubs against me harder and faster, my nipples hard and pointy as he kneads them between his fingers, his cold rings sending shivers of pleasure across my skin.
His scent, his voice, his words—it's all too much.
If I could speak, I would tell him Aaron was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment.
"Tell me you want this, Daphne." I feel the sensation building again, closer and closer, slowing tipping me over the edge.
"I want this," I whimper and he hums in satisfaction.
"Only I can make you feel like this," he says possessively, cupping my breast firmly and then his pace grows manic.
My moans fill the room as the tension coiling inside of me finally erupts, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I'm shaking as I slump against him, suddenly tired and exhausted.
I blink past the haze as he picks me up and carries me to the couch. I'm holding on to him as he sits down with me on top of him. I watch him lick his fingers, his eyes on me the entire time.
"Fuck, you taste so good." A ripple of desire tears through me at the sight of him licking my cum. "I'm going to need more than that."
He pushes me till I'm lying down on the couch and then he spreads my legs apart.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, trying to sit up. I'm suddenly extremely self conscious as he crouches down in front of me. I try to close my legs but he forces them apart, keeping a hand on my stomach to hold me down.
His breath on my sensitive skin makes me shudder.
"Remember when you bit me the first time we met?"
It takes a moment for the memory to surface. It was the first time we kissed and my face heats up in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to," I mumble, remembering how I'd bit down on his lower lip to the point where it bled.
He leans closer and I'm so self conscious that I grab hold of his hand, trying to stop him feebly.
"I think it's time I returned the favour." He nips at my clit and I gasp out loud. Was that pain or pleasure? I couldn't tell.
He then licks me, his tongue swirling around my already aching folds. The sensation is so overwhelming that my skin heats up, every inch of me aching and burning like I've been set on fire.
He cups my ass and yanks me towards him, licking and sucking in all the right places and I writhe against him, my skin too sensitive, mind too hazy.
"Play with yourself," he murmurs, pushing my shirt higher till my breasts are exposed. He pushes a thick finger inside of me and the sensation of his ring hitting my skin has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I do as he says, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.
"Good girl," he hums and somehow that tips me over the edge. An orgasm wracks through me, so strong and so fierce that my vision goes hazy at the edges. I slump against the couch, utterly spent and exhausted like I've been running for days.
Alexei stands up and looks down at me, the hunger in his eyes telling me he's far from done with me. I glance over at the massive bulge in his pants and excitement swirls in my stomach.
Just then, a knock sounds at the door, snapping us both back to reality. I sit up slowly and adjust my shirt so that I'm not half naked anymore.
"Boss, they're fighting with the bartender. Shall we intervene now?" A muffled voice comes through from the other side.
Alexei examines me for a moment and then he walks over to open the door. He holds out a hand and I hesitantly take it, holding on to him tightly.
Maybe it's because we were just intimate with each other, but right now, I want him to hold on to me instead of running away like I'd originally planned. I feel safe in his presence, even though chaos reigns downstairs
Some men have started a fight at the bar and I notice Aaron amongst them. He's holding a bag similar to the one he handed me the other night and I wonder if this one is filled with drugs too. Alexei's men gather around them and force them to leave.
It is in that moment that Aaron catches sight of me and I stiffen like I've been caught.
"Daphne!" he calls out, nudging at his companions. It's like I'm watching a horror movie play out in slow motion as Aaron points in my direction, telling the rough looking men he's with about me.
Every niggling doubt I ever had about him, every small suspicion is confirmed when all those men turn in my direction. Their faces light up in recognition and it's obvious that Aaron was the one who tried to have me kidnapped.
And Alexei was the one who saved me.
The men try to make their way over but Alexei drags me out back towards a private set of lifts. My head is spinning on the ride back and I'm trying to make sense of everything. Is that why Alexei brought me there, to prove that Aaron was the bad guy and that I should trust him?
And what about before that?
I'm trying to make sense of his actions, but I can't. Why would he risk exposing me to the enemy?
"Are you thinking about him? The curly haired idiot," Alexei asks once we are back at his hotel, heading up to the penthouse.
"No," I answer and he pulls me towards him. I can't help but melt against him, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. He cups my face, studying me closely.
"You know I'm not done with you yet, right?" His thumb strokes my cheek and something sharp tugs at my gut.
Why do I not want him to ever be done with me?
"Look at what you do to me." He guides my hand to his groin and moans softly when I brush against him. My skin heats and excitement skitters through me because of the effect I have on him.
The lift chimes and the doors open into his penthouse. I tiptoe into the large empty space, fingers curling around the edges of my shirt, wondering if he's about to rip it off me at any second but then a stranger's voice cuts through the silence.
"Nu vot, Aleksey. Nakonets-to doma." ("There you are, Alexei. Finally home.")