Chapter 6: Daniil

Vivian was slowly getting under my skin, wrapping herself around my mind and stone-cold heart. She still made my cock jump today, even without the makeup and fancy clothes she'd been wearing as a model.

I knew I got to her when I teased her; she was uncomfortable, but her body was saying otherwise, trembling like it was begging for my touch.

I was dying to kiss her, to taste that lipstick and see if she was as sweet as I thought she'd be. It took a whole lot of self-control to pull away without giving in to what I really wanted to do.

The return journey home was surprisingly quick, and I found myself seated in the back of the car alongside Andrei.

He had noticed my fascination with the woman at the store, and I could see the understanding in his eyes. Yet, he chose to say nothing, respecting my privacy.

I appreciated his discretion, grateful he didn't pry or make light of the situation. But the man knew what he knew.

The chauffeur pulled over, and the car came to a stop in my compound. Andrei helped with the door, and I stepped out, adjusting my jacket with a smooth gesture, my movements sleek and refined.

In my head, though, all I could think about was Vivian. No matter how hard I tried to shove the thoughts of her away, she always seemed to find a way to worm right back inside.

The desire for this girl was burning brighter by the minute, and I had no control over it whatsoever. I was losing my mind, struggling to stay sane, but deep down, I was craving Vivian, craving every inch of her body.

Being in such close proximity to her for a while might have triggered this overwhelming feeling of lust that was threatening to consume me. I remembered the scent of her perfume—the look in her eyes when I towered over her despite her above-average height. She'd trembled and shook, and I knew then that she was just as into me as I was into her.

The desire in her eyes had been subtle, and I silently commended her for masking it so well. But the energy coming from her didn't lie; she wanted me. I saw it in her gaze, felt it when I caressed her face, when my fingers smoothed her hair.

Andrei arranged the suits in my wardrobe.

"Do you need anything else, Boss?" he asked.

"No, that'll be all." I took off my tie, making my way to the bathroom.

Maybe a shower could help—or maybe I'd just jerk off to feel a glimpse of what being inside her would actually feel like.

I wanted to fuck her. And I was going to. I didn't know when or how, but I would.

I heard Andrei shut the door, and his footsteps retreated.

Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, welcoming the warm water as I turned on the faucet. While water cascaded down my head, I grabbed the soap.

I was finally in a safe space to give in to my desires and let my imagination run wild with visions of what I'd love to do to her.

Fuck!

I envisioned her there, in the shower with me, and I was kissing those lips, which I presumed would be soft and taste like cherries. I had her tongue in my mouth, and my hands were all over her frame.

In reality, my hand was holding my cock, slowly stroking it while I continued to watch with my mind's eye.

She's so beautiful and sexy, her naked body pressing against mine, allowing me to feel the warmth of her breasts, to grab her ass and mold it the way I want.

She moans, the sweetest moan that I've heard in a long time. The kissing is fervent and deep, passionate and a bit nasty, all while my finger simultaneously pressures her clit.

I pull her to myself, fingers in her wet hair, lips locked to hers as our tongues twirl in our mouths. Her body is tensing, her skin soft and smooth, and I have one of her legs hanging off the floor.

She bends backward as I kiss down her neck and settle on her breasts, sucking on her nipples. She's moaning and moaning and moaning.

I push her against the wall and go down on her, eating her pussy with her leg resting on my shoulder.

She arches her back, rubbing her hand over my head like she can't get enough. She calls my name lovingly, her voice low and arousing.

I get to my feet and kiss her some more as she grabs my cock, ready to return the favor. She's pretty good with her hands but way better with her mouth. She sucks my cock so well.

In reality, I was starting to groan deeply, my hand swiftly stroking my cock, the pouring water and the soap smoothing the gesture.

My mind was focused on the footage displayed in my head, and oh, did I love what I was watching.

Done using her mouth, she rises to her feet, and I turn her over, her breasts pressed against the bathroom wall as I plug my cock into her throbbing mound from behind.

I spank her butt, watching as water from the faucet pelts against her ass. She winces at the pain, and I pull her hair back, increasing my speed, basking in the sound of her moans growing louder.

I released a jet of thick semen that splattered onto the floor, mixing with the pelting water from the shower.

It was strange that I wanted more, even after just cumming for her.

Clearly, her hold over me was a lot stronger than I thought, and this was the reason why I had to have her, no matter what. She would be mine and mine alone.

I took the next few minutes to shower and get cleaned up before stepping out with a white towel around my waist.

She still lingered on the fringes of my mind, but at least thoughts of her weren't gnawing at me, seeking to consume me. Regardless, though, my mind was made up; I was going to claim her—possess her.

I was still in my thoughts when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. At first, I was tempted to ignore it, but as I glanced at the screen, I realized that the caller was someone who had ties with the woman living rent-free in my head.

"Hello," I answered.

"Mr. Wolkov, hi," Asher said on the other line. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

He was interrupting my peace and quiet, but I'd let it slide for the sake of my ulterior motive.

"Not at all," I responded. "I have time for brilliant minds. It was one heck of a show put up with those models," I praised, only aiming to caress his ego—the first step in my inquisition.

"Ah, Mr. Wolkov, you flatter me."

"No flattery here, only facts. I specifically enjoyed the performance of one of your girls…."

"The one from the after-party?" he asked knowingly. "Vivian Kennedy?"

"Yes. Her. What do you know about her?" I asked.

"Nothing much," he replied. "But I know she's one of the good ones. Rare. She can be feisty at times, stubborn, maybe, but she's harmless."

I was silent after his response.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

He was playing it safe because I knew he was sure I was interested in her. He was there at the party when I left them to be with her.

"No. Just asking," I said to him.

"Okay," he replied, going down to the reason he reached out. "Mr. Solenoir wants to invite you on a boat cruise to finalize our multi-million dollar deal."

"A boat cruise, you say?" More unnecessary activities.

"Yes," he replied. "All the officials will also be there, and we'll, you know, have a good time and enjoy the weekend as a celebration of our collaboration."

"Americans," I scoffed. "Always partying at the slightest opportunity."

Asher laughed lightly. "My top models from the show will be there, including a certain someone I know you'd love to see."

I saw what he did there, but I wasn't complaining. Immediately, I had a change of heart. This was another chance to be with Vivian, and I wouldn't let it pass me by.

"So, are you coming?" he asked.

"Yes. I'll be there," I responded.

"Fantastic!" he said. "But hey…don't mess with my girls, alright?" he joked.

I almost snickered. Asher obviously had no idea what I was capable of; he wasn't aware of how dangerous I could be whenever I wanted something. And right now, I wanted Vivian.

I said nothing as the call ended.