Ivan’s POV:
I watched as Sophia walked out of my office, with a gentle swaying of her hips. She’d always looked gorgeous and tempting but today, when she walked in. I had to use everything in me to control my reaction to her. Working close to her was dangerous for me.
Even while she was upset, she looked stunning and irresistible. I don’t why she gets under my skin.
“Wow, that was intense,” Sasha teased, grinning widely. “You even use endearments for her. Which confirmed my observations.”
“For God’s sake, Sasha.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as I blew out a breath, she could be so freaking annoying. “I expected this shit from Sid, not you.”
She snickered.
“Hey!” Sid protested. “Why the fuck am I being dragged into this? I stopped talking, I shouldn’t be associated with Sasha.”
I ignored his outburst. “Sasha, I’m serious.”
“Sorry, Ivan.” She didn’t look sorry at all. I let out a tired sigh if I didn’t need her help, she would not be here stressing me out.
Her iPad chimed and a bright smile appeared on her face.
“I’ve just gotten feedback from the K&M law firm, they’ve agreed to our conditions. Now we’ve officially retained their services. They signed the contract just now.” She passed her iPad to me.
K&M was a high-profile law firm. Hiring them out was one thing, bringing them in-house meant they couldn’t take on other clients. They’d take up office space here at TSM. We would be the sole interest.
It was an important deal for TSM, a whole roster of attorneys was needed to provide the business their undivided attention, we didn’t need them all, to be honest, but it was better this way.
“Thanks for your help today,” I said to Sasha. I have to give it to her. She’s good at what she does, and that’s why should be the perfect coach for Sophia.
She smiled. “Anything for you brother. But I have a question, why did you lie to her? We’ve already solved the issues from this morning, we have everything under control. I don’t think there was any need for it. It’s either you enjoy playing with her head or you just want to spend time with her. Which is it, big brother,” She teased.
My back stiffened. Shut the fuck up, Sasha.
“Yea, I wanna know too,” Sid jumped in.
I groaned and massaged my temples with my fingers. “I just wanted her to learn.”
“Okay, I understand that. But she would find out at the wedding next week, that we’ve already settled things with Dante Allegro and that we have a meeting rescheduled,” she pointed out.
“I just can’t believe she didn’t ask how you got the invite, probably cause she was too upset to think about it,” Sid muses.
“Enough of this!” I gritted out. “We can’t be slacking off, I need to get things done before I return to Moscow for a while, and you both have jobs I’ve assigned to you. Get to it and stop fooling around,” I ordered. They could sense the seriousness in my tone because they immediately scurried out of my office, leaving me alone. If I had let them have their way, they would have gone the entire day teasing me and getting nothing done.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of more paperwork. I hated working behind a desk, I preferred the ‘grunt’ work but I had to do this anyway.
After a few minutes of reviewing files, my mind wandered back to those familiar stunning eyes, with the most beautiful face and I was moving before I could stop myself. My feet brought me to her office and I pushed it open.
I frowned and clenched my hands as soon as my eyes landed on the bouquet of rose flowers on her desk.
“You might be in charge but even you are not above knocking,” She bit out, her eyes shining with hostility. I felt my chest tighten. Those eyes used to hold a softer look for me. I get why she’s upset, but I had my reasons too. We all have something we want in this world and people like me go ahead and fight for it no matter what.
Ignoring her, “Who are these from?” I bit out, even though I knew what the answer was.
She blanched like she’d been caught doing something wrong and then she schooled her features. “They are from my fiance.” She crossed her arms, the challenge clear as day in her eyes.
My jaws clenched, hard as I struggled to stop myself from flaring up. “I can see you both are getting really close despite your union being a fake one based on an agreement.”
Her eyes widened. You… you don’t know that. Harry likes me and I do too, that’s why we are getting married.” She averted her gaze.
I narrowed my eyes on her. “Solynshko, did you really think everyone sees this as a love match?”
“Who cares what anyone thinks,” She shot back. “Seriously, stop using endearments with me.”
I moved around her desk and wheeled her chair around to face me. Her eyes grew wide, it was almost comical.
I leaned in closer to her ears. “Do you really want that, Milaya?” I whispered. “You used to like it a lot.”
She made a weak attempt to push me away but I didn’t budge. “S-stop, m-move back, Ivan,” She stuttered.
I held her chin up with my fingers and her gaze locked with mine. Heat flashed in her eyes as tried to avoid my gaze. We stayed like that for a beat, no words passed between us. Just heated hot tension, filled with lust.
I couldn’t say if I moved first or if it was the other way around, but something in my head snapped the moment our mouths met. I hauled her to her feet with one hand wrapped around her throat and the other around her waist, kicking her office chair aside and wheeling her around so she sat on her desk.
Her moans and my groans filled the room. I bit her bottom lip and then used my tongue to soothe the pain, drawing a whimper out of her.
I reached behind her and pulled the zip of her gown open, I pulled away for a brief moment. We were both panting hard, trying to suck in air. I unhooked her bra and maneuvered her gown until her top half was exposed and I pulled her bra off.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her lush breast, the tiny pink buds seemed to be begging for my touch. “Chert, chto ty so mnoy delays? [What are you doing to me?]” I muttered under my breath before leaning and taking a nipple in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Ivan…” She arched her back up, pressing her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and teased the tiny bud over and over while I used my fingers to play with the other one. “Yes yes yesss,” She moaned.
My cockgrew harder and thicker as pre cum leaked from the tip, I was so turned on my cock ached, begging to be freed.
I moved a hand to her thigh and was met with the pantyhose she had on.
I pulled away and she protested. I tore the pantyhose in one go, the lacy material gave way easily, and I kicked it aside. I gripped her tiny waist and lifted her until her crotch met my hard cock. I held her gaze and worked our hips in tandem, my clock grinding down on her panty-clad pussy. She looked blissed out and pleasure-drunk.
Her moans were growing louder and louder, it almost sounded like she was sobbing. I joined our lips again. We stayed there kissing like we were starving as we moved together. She pulled back, “I need you, please, Ivan,” She whimpered, bucking up into me.
I slid my hands between her thighs and she shivered at the contact, pushing her panties to the side. I let my finger tease her drenched, swollen clit, my cock twitched.
I groaned loudly. “Ty takoy chertovski mokryy dlya menya [You’re so fucking wet for me].” I pulled my fingers from between her legs and licked her juices from them.
She sagged back, “Fuck, that’s so hot,” She whispered breathlessly.
I moved my hands back in between her thighs, and she moaned when my fingers found her wet cunt again. I slipped my index and middle finger inside her wet, warm walls while my thumb flicked her swollen clit fast and hard.
“Fuck fuck ffffuck,” She chanted.
Fuck, she’s as responsive to my touch as ever. What if she let that man touch her? My blood boiled at the thought of someone else touching her, getting to witness how beautiful she looked when turned on out of her goddamn mind. I was going to kill anyone who touched her.
“Whose slut are you?” I growled. “Answer me,” I smacked her left breast and she moaned, her pupil dilating rapidly.
Damn, I didn’t know she licked a bit of pain.
“Y-yours, I’m your slut, Ivan, fuck.”
I hummed my satisfaction. “You ever let anyone else touch you and I will kill them, you hear me?”
“Yesss! Please hit my breast again,” She begged.
And I gave her what she wanted, I smacked her breasts over and over, relishing the way they bounced from my assault while my other hand teased her clit until she was a sobbing, whimpering mess.
Drrrnng!
The shrill noise of a phone ringing cut through our heavy fog of lust.
She pulled back and pulled her gown up to cover herself.
The phone kept ringing in the background while we both struggled to catch our breath.
“Please leave,” She whispered. I moved closer and she moved away. “Please,” she said with her eyes firmly placed on the floor.
Did I hurt her? Was the spanking too much? “Are you okay?” I asked softly.
She raised her head and glared at me. “Leave!” She barked.