Chapter 16: Daniil

Her moans were making me harder as she sat with her legs spread apart. I reached to grab her breasts, and while I tuned them, pinching them deliciously, her moans grew louder—sweeter.

My head was between her legs as I ate her up, licking her wetness and enjoying the sounds escaping her lips.

"Yes, Daniil, yes," she said softly, rubbing her fingers into my hair and pushing my head deeper between her legs, as though she couldn't get enough.

She tasted really good, and I loved eating her up.

"Ohh, you're killing me," she moaned.

I pulled my head out, but she grabbed me by my hair and pushed me back on her pussy. "No, no. Don't stop."

I did as my milaya wanted, basking in the satisfaction of her moans.

My hands caressed her thighs for a moment, and soon, those hot, long legs of hers parted wider. Her entrance was wet enough to accommodate both my tongue and my fingers. Upon insertion, her body jerked slowly with soft, pleasurable sounds.

"What are you doing to me?" Vivian asked in almost a whisper, her voice filled with ecstasy and lust.

With my thumb, I gently pushed up her clitoral hood, revealing the knob, which I licked with the tip of my tongue.

"Yes." Her body was writhing, and she was gripping me, overwhelmed by desire.

I left her mound, wet and throbbing, then gazed into her blue eyes.

"Take me," she said. "I'm yours. Take me, please."

I seized her by the waist and whisked her into the air while she giggled. Vivian wrapped her legs around me and started to kiss me. Shortly after, I pushed her to the wall, where she leaned with her back against it.

Our bodies collided, brushing against one another in a heated passion. Her cologne was getting me high like a drug; her skin was soft and smooth. Her tongue was twirling in my mouth and mine in hers. My body was craving her despite having her in my arms.

I pushed my fingers into her brunette hair and firmly positioned my palm at the back of her neck while looking into her eyes.

"You miss me, don't you?" she asked, reaching for my cock.

Of course, I did. I missed her a lot, but I didn't respond; instead, I brushed the back of my fingers over her cheeks. She bit her lower lip seductively, and I watched the sexy look on her face as I massaged her breasts.

"Fuck me," she said, stroking my cock.

I lifted her leg and inserted my cock into her pussy.

She moaned, her pussy swallowing me whole.

For some reason, I felt the need to be gentle, penetrating her slowly as she engaged me in a fervent kiss at the same pace.

I hadn't felt this good in a long time.

She pushed me away from her, and for a second, I was lost, confused by the sudden change in dynamic.

Next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed as she approached me with steady steps. Vivian slowly sat on my cock, gasping erotically as it traveled into her entrance.

I felt a jolt of electricity surging through my body, prompting me to sigh with satisfaction.

Vivian rode me like never before, her hands caressing my broad chest. She was grinding, whining, with her head up toward the ceiling.

It felt really good, especially because she was so wet.

She threw her hands into her hair, twisting and twirling over my dick. Her moans were killing me softly.

I grabbed her breasts as she increased her speed, going fast…very fast. The faster she went, the louder her moans. She was a lioness in bed, pleasuring me with her skills and experience.

"I'm cumming," she announced, her eyes rolling back while her legs trembled. "I'm cumming, Daniil, I'm cumming!"

She screamed, and I groaned deeply, about to shoot my load, then—

The alarm clock on my bedside table buzzed loudly, forcing me to wake up. My eyes widened suddenly, and with a single swipe, I slapped it off.

As I lay there in my bed, gazing at the ceiling, I realized it was yet another dream. It wasn't real. As much as I wanted it to be, it wasn't.

It had been four years already since Vivian's escape, and I still hadn't healed; I hadn't yet gotten over her. These dreams had plagued my sleep since the day she left, and despite everything I'd done to try to stop them, they always returned every night. Each time I had a dream like that, it was always sexual, with different styles each time and different content, but the characters remained the same: me and her.

It always started with me eating her pussy or the other way around, and eventually, we fucked, but each time I was about to cum or the reverse, I always woke up.

I couldn't continue living like this. It was torture, and I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about the whole thing. Vivian had tricked me and played on my intelligence; she'd beaten me at my own game, a game I'd thought I was the master of, and she was the pawn. Obviously, the joke was on me.

She'd managed to escape me, and even when my man in the police force had found her and returned her to me, I underestimated her desire to run. Vivian had proved to me that night that she was a force to be reckoned with. She had been so determined not to get caught that she'd done the unthinkable.

I was mad at her, but I couldn't help but admire her resilience, zeal, and guts.

She didn't just run away from me; she'd managed to stay hidden all these years. I'd put my men across the globe in search of her, but she still stayed unseen, undetected. I always found whoever I was looking for, no matter where they hid in the world, but with her, it was different. Every clue we hit was a dead end. All of our efforts to find her were futile.

I had the best IT guys at my disposal, but none of them could narrow down her location.

"She's off the grid, sir. It's like she's a ghost."

One of the boys I'd hired to find her had said that to me.

I'd paid a lot of money— wasted a lot of money—and even gave her information to the underground black market for bounty hunters, but still nothing. The reward was huge for whoever found her and gave her to me, alive and well.

It was almost like Vivian Kennedy didn't exist. I'd faked her death to hide her from the world, and now, she'd faked hers to hide from me. It was both impressive and frustrating.

How the hell had she managed that? She'd stayed hidden for four good years, and with all of my connections, all my power and influence, I couldn't find her.

She was one hell of a woman. This was why I'd been drawn to her in the first place—the fact that she was so different from any other women I'd known.

Vivian had done what no one had ever done before: trick me, run away from me, and stay hidden for this long.

I didn't understand why, in my dreams, I never saw myself being so rough and hard or harsh toward her until Andrei had asked me a question that made me pause to think for a minute.

"You haven't been yourself since she left," he said to me in my office. "It's been four years, and she still has this effect on you."

"She ran away from me, Andrei. No one runs away from me. She thinks this is a game, so I want to show her that I always win…. I never lose." The words spewed out of me angrily.

"Do you want to get her back because you want to prove a point, that you always get what you want? Or is it possible that you want her back because you feel something more for her…something genuine?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You've been through something like this before with Vanessa, but the effect wasn't this obvious." He leaned closer. "It's been almost half a decade, yet you can't stop thinking about her. You've spent millions looking for her." He looked me in the eye. "Everything you've done comes from a place that is different from what you're used to."

"What are you saying?" I inquired.

He leaned into his chair. "What I'm saying is that I think you're in love with Vivian."

His words cut through me like a knife.

"You love her, don't you?"

It made sense that I did, that what I'd felt for her had grown and matured into something more than my sexual desire. More than anything else, I wanted her in my life.

I realized that Andrei was right, and it seemed like the reason my feelings for her had matured quickly over the years was because I was intrigued by her intelligence. The fact that she had managed to evade me was a clear indication that she matched my mental capacity. It meant that she was capable of handling the type of life that I led.

With her brains, she could manage and oversee my businesses even in my absence. What better partner could I ask for? With Vivian by my side, I would do exploits. I would be better and revered more than I already was.

It occurred to me that I wanted her back as something more than what I used to see her as: a sex mate. She was better than what I had given her credit for. If her ability to evade me had taught me anything, it was that she was a woman I would love to settle down with. She had all the qualities of a woman that I wanted.

She was sexy, smart, kind, and fierce. She had the guts to do what she thought was necessary. She was fearless and determined. With all these qualities, we would run the Bratva and be unstoppable—untouchable. Her words of wisdom would push the business to greater heights.

I wanted her, and every day, my desire to have her back with me grew stronger.

About two years after she'd left, I tried to forget her by going out with other women, but none of them seemed to be like Vivian. I was becoming a womanizer in a bid to get over the one person I craved but couldn't have.

Womanizing wasn't my thing. That was more of my cousin's domain: Vladimir Wolkov. I couldn't keep doing that, so I decided to bury myself in work, but even that didn't help. Memories of her sexy body, her skin, her heavy breaths, and her cologne kept invading my mind at the most awkward of moments.

During business meetings, whenever I heard someone bearing her name, I would drift into the memory of her. Whenever I saw a woman who dressed or looked like her, I would find myself thinking about her.

Basically, everything reminded me of her, so how was I supposed to let go? How was I supposed to move on? I'd tried all that I could, done all that I could to find her, but it was futile. I'd decided to take a break and focus on forgetting her, but I couldn't pull that off.

I felt helpless. She made me feel helpless. One woman, just one, messed with my brain and my sanity. She did what had never been done before in my life: She drove me crazy.

This was a clear sign that she was the one for me. Her ability to unlock this part of me that I hadn't known existed was why I must find her again.

I'd taken her for granted, and she'd slipped through my fingers; I'd lost her. Now, I was paying the ultimate price.

Vivian was still out there somewhere; I just didn't know where, but I wouldn't give up just yet. I'd keep looking until I found her.

I heard my phone vibrate on the bedside table, and I reached for it. It was Andrei calling.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Your jet is ready for takeoff at 10 AM," he informed me.

I massaged my eyes tiredly, a familiar headache forming. "Alright."

I ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

Where are you, Vivian?