Chapter 13 - Lily
I surprise even myself while I follow his lips like my life depends on it.
I hate him…I know I do. I should hate him even more. But at this moment, while feeling the heat behind his movements and the eagerness in his hold, I can’t pull away.
No. Giving in is the only way to get rid of this disdain that has built up. I need to put this anger and confusion somewhere, even if it’s indulgent and the very last thing I should be doing.
Melding our lips together with renewed ferocity, I feel the vibration from his appeased groan, along with his fingers tightening in my hair and the presence of the other hand on my back.
Mikhail pulls me against his body, not hiding just how hard he is already. That confirmation sends a shiver rippling up my spine, and it only spurs me on further.
I shouldn’t be doing this…I shouldn’t enjoy the way his tongue parts my lips, exploring my mouth even deeper. I should push him back for letting his hand roam over my ass before squeezing it, only to slide his fingers beneath my dress and feel my flesh without barriers.
I should scream at him for everything, but the moment his fingertips tease over my clothed core from behind, it’s like every defensive I put up crumbles at once. My breath catches in the kiss, and I shiver.
A low sound leaves his throat while he guides me closer, setting me on his thigh while he sits on the edge of the desk. Dropping both hands, he squeezes me again before gently rocking me forward and sending a rush of sparks through me from the friction of my clit against his clothed thigh.
My hips twitch involuntarily, and Mikhail takes advantage of it, slipping his fingers beneath my damp panties and running along my heat. I gasp, but it’s immediately swallowed up in the kiss.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing across my jaw and down my neck. At the same time, he lightly prods at me, exploring and feeling the raw evidence of my desire for him. “You claim to hate me, yet you’re soaked…”
I want to snap at him and come up with something scathing to put him in his place, but he’s right. I’m aching for him.
A breathless moan slips from my lips while he nips at my skin, both teasing at my core and slowly guiding my hips forward, stimulating me in the best ways. I already feel so weak while I practically melt against him.
Mikhail hums, letting me feel his smile against my neck. “That doesn’t sound like hate to me, sweetheart.”
“Shut up,” I murmur pathetically, unable to stop another moan from bubbling up to the surface. I lean into his shoulder with one arm looped around it to keep myself steady. I whimper the moment he attempts to slide a finger inside me, but he does it slowly, barely reaching the second joint.
He sounds vaguely amused and does it again before easing it back out again, words fanning against my collarbone. “That also doesn’t sound like ‘please’ to me.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“Then ask me nicely.”
My breath hitches as he repeats that torturous movement, and it sends even more addictive heat through me.
I want more, and I want it badly. My pride holds me back at first, but it slowly ebbs away, making room for desperation.
I swallow hard and grip his shirt tighter. “Please…”
He pauses just above my pulse point, smirking. “Please, what?”
Damn him.
“Please, more.”
“More?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling tense and coiled up from how badly I need relief. “Please, Mikhail…I need you.”
Clearly satisfied then, he nips at my skin and slowly eases the finger inside me at last.
A gasp escapes me while I tense at the intrusion, feeling a spark of sensations through me at once. My hips jolt again, and I cling to him.
“Easy…” he chuckles, carefully moving the finger inside me. “You’re very sensitive tonight.”
I want to mutter something back, but the words die on my tongue.
Instead, I groan and press my forehead to his shoulder while I take in every flicker of pleasure coursing inside me. I cling to him, focusing completely on what he’s giving me.
A more gravelly hum leaves his chest while he continues, both picking up the pace of his finger and easing me against his thigh again.
It all hits me at once, making me clench around him. He changes the speed and pressure gradually, knowing exactly what I need to build that need inside me. At the same time, he leaves wet kisses against my neck and collarbone before moving back up, panting lightly against my skin.
My head’s fuzzy as he draws closer to my mouth before capturing my lips in another burning kiss.
It’s all so overwhelming, I can’t keep up. I hardly see my orgasm approaching until it crashes over me, making my breath hitch before I whimper into his mouth. I squeeze him while I tense before giving way again, trembling through the intense wrath of release.
Mikhail groans, pressing a kiss just beneath my ear. “That’s it…let go for me.”
His words only add fuel to the fire, and I bask in every wave of bliss.
When my eyes finally open again, my legs tremble, and while that initial release has loosened me up, I still want more. I need more.
He looks both satisfied and hungry while lust clouds his eyes, and he gently retracts his fingers to smooth along my ass.
“You did well for someone who despises me,” Mikhail teases, hovering his lips near mine. Close, but not close enough.
“We’re not done yet,” I murmur in return as I catch my breath, swallowing hard while a bold streak moves through me. I grip the front of his shirt to steady myself. “You owe me.”
He cocks a brow. “Oh, I do? What for?”
“For dragging me to dinner…then dragging me here.”
Grinning, he uses his hold on my backside to easily hoist me up while he stands, letting my legs wrap around his waist. “Alright then, if that’s what you want, I’m sure I can give it to you.”
A rush of excitement shoots through me, not at all surprised by the sense of urgency moving through him despite his cool attitude. Even from this position, I can feel the tent in his trousers against me, and I know he’s barely hanging on.
Mikhail sits himself on the leather chair with me, straddling his lap, and he pulls me closer to kiss me.
It’s just as hot and fearsome as before, but there’s something more intense beneath the surface, bellying the need coursing through him. And it only spurs me on more.
I break the kiss, pulling back and causing a look of confusion to cross his features. Carefully, I climb off his lap, shifting down. His brows furrow.
“Where are you going—”
Before he can finish, I’m already on my knees between his thighs, easing his belt undone and his zipper open.
His brows lift slightly as if surprised by my boldness. Then he helps me pull his slacks down more, leaning back in his seat. A quiet grunt slips from his lips the moment his arousal is freed, and his breathy exhale gives away just how pent-up he is.
Not wasting a moment, I lean in and kiss down the length of him, forcing his breath to catch.
“Christ,” Mikhail mumbles, letting his eyes fall shut. He goes nearly boneless in his chair, humming with every touch.
Once I settle my mouth over him, guiding him into my warmth, he groans and grips the armrest until his knuckles turn white. He hisses from the contact, immediately bringing a hand to my hair.
“Shit…you’re not holding back, are you?” He mumbles, chest rising and falling heavily while I work him.
Using my tongue and lips, moving with more purpose, Mikhail’s grunts and groans only grow louder, and his grip on the back of my head tightens slightly.
The muscles peeking out beneath his raised button-down flex with every movement, and despite his attempts to hold back, I catch the subtle movements of his hips.
With his breath quickening and his restraint slipping, a sense of vulnerability settles over him, and at this moment, I feel more powerful than I ever have.
For once, I have a certain strength over him. I have him in the palm of my hand, all from the pleasure I’m giving him.
Reveling in that fact, I lose myself in the middle of it, focusing on pushing him closer to the edge.
Then Mikhail groans and gently guides my head back, popping me off him. He looks almost dazed when he meets my gaze.
“As incredible as that feels, I’m not ready to be done yet,” he murmurs, wasting no time pulling me back onto his lap to straddle him like before. “I still need my fill of you.”
Anticipation crawls up my spine while I catch my breath, matching his haze.
Then, he’s yanking me back in for another kiss, and that’s all it takes for both of us to break.
Our hands wander, gripping at fabric and trying our hardest to pull it away. It’s blind and clumsy, but neither of us stops. Instead, we’re a mess of limbs and heat, reaching for whatever skin we can grab.
A shudder moves through me at the feeling of his erection sliding against me, jolting me back to life. Need rings through my body, and I can’t wait. Not anymore.
“You’ll be the death of me,” Mikhail mumbles, kissing my mouth before guiding me closer, prodding against me. It’s enough to make me grip the back of his neck while his arms cage around me. “But I can’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper back, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.
Immediately, a low sound reverberates within his chest, and he shifts his grip on me, easing me down.
In unison, our breath hitches, and my eyes slide shut. Gripping him tight, I use him as an anchor while every nerve ending within me is triggered, while he fills me.
Pressing his face against my neck, Mikhail groans as I’m dropped to his hilt, and his grip on me tightens. Those shaky breaths send even more shivers down my spine.
We both pause, taking in those addictive, familiar sensations. It almost feels like that night after the club again, but this time, it’s more charged. There’s more behind our mutual need.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs before adjusting his hold on me and slowly guiding my hips, easing me up, then back down again.
Catching on to the motion, using the back of the chair as leverage, something between a whimper and a moan passes my lips while I move above him. It forces intense shockwaves through me, both making my legs shake and giving me the motivation I need to keep going.
The barely-there moans from him—the ones he can’t hold back—are enough to help me take control, gauging a natural rhythm for myself.
I move up and down his shaft, basking in the near-blinding heat exchanged between our bodies. Even if I’ve felt him inside me before, this is different. This is beyond intense.
It doesn’t take long for us to both get lost in it while his hands guide me, allowing me to set the pace and change it all I want. He leans back in the chair, grip on me tightening while he looks so close to breaking already, doing his best to hold on.
That new-found bravery pushes me on, filling me with more sensations and making that tension build up inside me.
It’s so intense that I can’t stop. I can’t stop, even while my thighs start to shake again, and my body tightens around him. Not even while those familiar sparks give away just how close I am.
With a groan, Mikhail tightens his grip on me while he claims my lips roughly. “You look like a goddess above me…and I’ll never get enough.”
Before I can say anything, he moves his hips, thrusting into me at a faster pace that has me seeing nothing but white.
My moans pitch higher, losing control of the rhythm while he takes over, forcing us both closer to the edge.
Before I can stop it, the second release comes in fast, clenching and unclenching until I’m shaking again.
Our sounds mix while his breaths pick up, and the room suddenly feels devoid of oxygen. It’s so hot, so incredibly thick with tension.
Then that dam in me breaks, and I grip his shoulders tightly while I give in, tipping over the finish line. I cry out for him, throat going raw while my orgasm hits me like a punch.
Mikhail groans against my throat, thrusting hard and fast before his thighs twitch, and he follows right behind me.
His arms tighten around my midsection while he grunts and floods me with warmth, not letting me pull away for even a moment.
I try to register my surroundings, but I can’t. I feel completely weightless while that pleasant fog fills my mind.
What had been a room buzzing with near-desperate energy turns suddenly quiet, punctuated only by our heavy breaths.
Even with the release, finally letting go of that agonizing, confusing tangle of emotions between us, that clarity is still out of reach, allowing me to sit in that blissfully unaware state even longer.
It may have been wrong, but in the aftermath, it feels so right.
With Mikhail’s strong hold on me, I don’t want to be anywhere else.