Page 52 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

She had to realize she deserved better than that, surely?

“I would like us to spend the day together today.”

Her face went slack and then tightened so much that fine lines appeared around her eyes as she frowned at me. “It’s a work day, Mr.—”

“Daniil,” I cut her off. “We are way past you calling me Mr. Popov, I think. I am Daniil. You are Lily.”

You are mine, I added silently. She remained silent.

“So, Lily, I think we need some time alone together.” Reaching over, I covered her hand with my much bigger one and pinned it to the table between us. She stared at it for a moment before lifting her eyes to meet mine.

“There are reports that need—”

Again, I cut her off. She was making excuses as to why she couldn’t spend time with me, and every single one of them was a moot point. “I’m your boss, Lily.” I reminded her with a smile that she didn’t return. Her frown stayed firmly on her face. “I can give you the day off. I am giving you the day off”, I added quickly.

“Ok.” She yanked her hand back. “So what help would you like today? Is Timothy in school, or would you like me to care for him?”

“No, I don’t need you to care for my son today. Although you are very good with him. We are all going out later to get some things for Anya’s approaching wedding. I’d like you to join us.”

“I love Anya. That would be my pleasure. Is there something I can do beforehand?”

I stared at her. Oh, there were plenty of things I wanted her to do. I wouldn’t say no if she slipped under the table and gave me head, but I knew better than to say that.

“No. But there is something I can do for you.” Standing up, I scraped my chair back and reached for her hand. Her fingers were warm and dry as she wrapped them around my hand and allowed herself to be pulled towards the door.

“Where are we going, Daniil?” She asked in a breathless voice that told me she knew exactly where we were going.

I didn’t answer her. Instead, I just pulled her past the amused staff and towards the stairs. Neither one of us said a word until I had her back in her room and pinned against the closed door.

“Daniil,” she began, and I crushed my body against hers, silencing her.

“Sssh.” My lips hovered over hers, but I didn’t kiss her. “Don’t fight this.”

Her eyes flashed, and she sighed. “What would you like me to do?”

Not answering at first, I rubbed the hard ridge of my cock against her lower stomach. “Do?” I asked finally. “I don’t want you to do anything but stay right there.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Just stay there and let me.” Falling to my knees, I ran my hands up the outside of her body-hugging skirt, slowly letting my eyes drift towards hers as I did so.

She met my eyes with a shocked look. “What are you doing, Daniil?”

The hitch in her whisper matched the slight tremble that rocked through her body. I couldn’t help it, I smiled softly.

“I am treating you like you deserve to be treated, Lily.” This time, when my hands drifted upwards again, it was under her skirt. My fingers traced over the soft skin of her thighs, lifting the skirt around her waist as I went.

“A woman like you deserves to be worshipped.” I edged closer to the lace panties that barely covered her, but kept my eyes on her. I didn’t want to look away, and she didn’t either. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the heady smell of her pussy. “Yeah.” Another deep breath. “Any man lucky enough to call you his should worship you. Like this, on his knees.”

Not breaking eye contact, I shimmied her panties down her legs, fully baring her to me.

Curling my hands around her body, I cupped her delectable ass in my hands and squeezed. She rewarded me with a small moan.

“And he should do it all the time:” I drew her closer to my face, my breath flowing over her pink pussy. Again, she trembled.

Thrusting my face into her, I let the tip of my tongue explore her clit, circling it with ever-increasing pressure until her thighs opened and allowed me more access, and her hands came down to tangle themselves in my hair.

She held my head against her core, her fingernails scratching against my scalp in little trails of fire, and I teased at her opening with the tip of my tongue, back and forth, circling hard and then softer until she was sagging against the door and biting her lip so she didn’t cry out.