The feeling was too much to bear, and I hated myself for enjoying it. My toes curled under the table, and my chest roseand fell with slow, uneven breaths in an attempt to hide my arousal.
My smiles and laughs became forced—almost dry—because while they were enjoying each other’s company, I was enjoying something else. I lowered my head and bit my lower lip, taking this fleeting moment to revel in the ecstasy washing over me.
I tried to stay as composed as I could, but his finger on my pussy was driving me nuts. My body was starting to shiver, betraying my quiet composure. His touch had lit a flame inside me, and the thrill had me losing focus.
My thighs brushed against each other in order to douse the bliss pulsing through me. And just like that, a quiet moan fell off my lips.
The table fell silent for a second.
“My dear, are you alright?” Larisa asked me, her voice tinged with concern.
It wasn’t until after she spoke that Nik pulled his hand from my tunnel.
I raised my head, rubbing my eyes with my fingers, aiming to feign feeling a bit under the weather. “Yeah,” I answered, stealing a glance at Nik. “I just had a migraine, that’s all.”
“Oh, dear, it happens to the best of us,” she teased, her lips curling into a faint grin.
I mirrored her gesture, shooting a quick look at Nik as he sipped from his glass like he hadn’t done anything embarrassing.
“So, Nik,” Anton called out. “You haven’t properly introduced us to the beautiful lady,” he said, his voice thick with the Russian accent.
“That’s right,” Daniil chipped in. “I’ve been waiting for an introduction.”
I reached for my glass, lifted it to my lips, and took a sip, anticipating his response. A part of me was eager to know how he’d introduce me to these people.
Yeah, Nik, who am I to you?I thought to myself, watching him over the rim of my glass.
“You silly geese,” Larisa said, smiling. “Isn’t it obvious, she’s his fiancée!”
The comment caught me mid-sip, and I almost choked on the wine. “Fiancée?” I raised my brows.
Larisa paused, then shifted her gaze between Nik and me. “Don’t tell me this is the part where you break my heart. You two look together.” She turned to her husband and Daniil for support. “Right?”
“Yeah.”
“Absolutely.”
She looked at me with a soft expression. “If you’re not his fiancée, then what are you to him? Because you are the first woman he’s ever brought to our table.”
Wait—what?
“Plus, he looks more relaxed and, dare I say, happier than he’s been in years,” her husband chipped in.
“That’s not true, Anton,” he said, his expression as flat as his voice.
“Oh, really? Prior to tonight, when was the last time you had a good laugh?” Daniil asked him.
A lot was happening in this short period, and my brain was reeling with questions. Why would they assume that I was his fiancée? What did they mean that I was the first woman he’d brought here? Was this some sort of matchmaking tactic or what?
“So, dear, who are you to him?” Larisa insisted.
I would’ve loved it more if she’d pressured Nik into answering this and not me. He was in a better position to describe our situation.
“Well.” I cleared my throat. “It’s um…it’s complicated. But for what it’s worth, he calls me hisDikaya.”
Silence.
They all exchanged glances amongst themselves.
