Page 39 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

Lily

I’d kissed Daniil before, but he had always been the one to instigate it. This was all me.

I pressed my mouth against his harder, tracing the seam of his lips with my tongue until he parted them with a sigh. I was the one who deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I was the one who tangled my hands in his hair so that he couldn’t move away.

Because he needed this. And I did too. I had seen the pain and guilt in his face earlier, and I had been thinking about it ever since. It was the reason I was down here and sitting on his lap.

It didn’t matter if he wanted to admit it or not, Daniil Popov needed me right now. Curling his hand around the back of my skull, he guided my face away. This close, it was impossible for him to really look at me, but he tried anyway.

“Lily.” The tip of his tongue swiped across his lips like he was savoring the taste of my mouth. “What are you doing?”

I smiled. “Kissing you, or at least I thought I was.” I tried to joke

Daniil’s eyes darkened. “Yes, you were kissing me,” he said softly. “So maybe the real question is why.”

I paused. That was the question, wasn’t it? “Because I want to kiss you. I want to give you some,” I struggled to find the right word and bit my lip. “I want to give you some comfort,” I said finally.

For five whole seconds, he just stared at me, and then the hand on the back of my head tightened into a fist in my hair, and he claimed my mouth with an animalistic need that left my body aching.

He tugged on my bottom lip, worrying it with his teeth. The hand on the small of my back arched me into him, forcing me to slide across the hardness in his pants. I couldn’t help it. I moaned, and my hands tightened in his hair.

“The comfort is you,” he whispered against my lips, and it sounded like he was talking to himself. “Just you, just like this.”

His lips left my mouth to trail across my jaw, and my head fell back. His lips drifted lower, licking and nuzzling my throat until it felt like my whole body was wired so tightly that I might combust at any moment.

Why did he have to be so good at this? A few kisses and the feel of him welling under me, and I was already ready to burst.

Lower and lower his mouth drifted, and the thin strap of my sushi PJs slid down my arms. His lips moved over my shoulders as he freed my breasts. Daniil cupped them in his big hands, squeezing, and his thumb brushed over my erect nipples.

“Oh, Daniil.” My fingers tangled in his hair, and I threw my head back, arching my back so he could have full and easy access to my breast.

Daniil didn’t waste a second scooping me up. With one muscled arm under my ass, he lifted me, settling me on the desk, swirling his tongue around my straining nipple at the same time.

He sucked hard, pulling on the nipple, until it felt like I couldn’t take any more and then moving on to the next one. Teetering on the edge, I didn’t know whether to push his head away or yank him closer so I could experience the delicious pain longer.

With a wet pop, he came away, leaving me with an empty aching feeling in my lower stomach that would only be filled when he filled me. Our eyes met, and he licked his lips. His eyes darted between my breasts that were glistening from his kisses.

“Fucking beautiful,” he crooned, his deep voice even huskier than usual. Hooking his fingers into my bottoms, he tugged them down my thighs and threw them behind him. Scooting his chair forward, my top was yanked over my head and went to join them next to the fire.

“So fucking beautiful.” Catching hold of my knees, he parted them, placing each of my feet on the arms of his chair and completely opening me for him.

Daniil lowered his head, his hot breath blowing against my wet folds. I shuddered, leaning back on my forearms and watching as he lowered his face to me. One simple kiss right over my clit was all it took to make me moan.

“Eyes on me, Lily. I want to see your eyes when I make you cum,” he said, parting me with his fingers as he plunged his tongue into me. My body jolted with the sudden but wonderful intrusion.

He licked a long, wet line to circle my clit with his tongue once, sending the bundle of nerves into flames, and then his tongue was back inside of me, licking and sucking on me like a starving man. I couldn’t help it, a moan slipped from my lips, and my eyes closed.

“Look at me,” he ground out against my tortured flesh.

My eyes snapped open to see him staring at me from his place between my legs. His eyes were bright and blazing, pits so dark and full of lust that I could easily fall into them and never have one regret.

“Good girl.”

I whimpered at his words. I was lying so much about myself and what I liked about being with him. And one thing was clear, I like to be praised.

“Do you know how pretty you look like this?” He continued to lick. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. His hands came to my inner thighs and slid upwards to part my lips. A growl rumbled from his throat as he said something in Russian. I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t need to because whatever it was was good.

Parting me with his fingers, he licked again. His eyes never left mine. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. “Especially when you’re all open and glistening for me. This is all for me, isn’t it?”