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Daniil

Fucking Aria is a goddamn revelation.

And it’s a surprise every time that she can push me to my limits and push my demons away at the same time so that I’m completely with her.

I’m able to turn off everything going on in my brain and focus on her. Just her.

It’s not something I’m used to, but something I like a lot. Too much, really.

I lift Aria off the desk and sit her in the leather chair right in front of it. She’s completely sated with her flushed cheeks and glazed-over, half-closed eyes.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

I pull the silk tie from the pocket of my pants that I’ve been carrying with me for just this moment. She doesn’t resist me as I secure it around her head, blindfolding her.

“Daniil,”

she whispers, licking her lips.

I lean down and whisper right back in her ear.

“It’s my turn, kukolka. You’re going to sit here so I can look at you while I finish my work. Maybe I’ll touch you and maybe I won’t. You’ll have to wait to find out.”

Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and I know she likes this game, too.

“You can’t touch yourself. You do, and I won’t touch you again for the rest of the day. Understand?”

She gives me a nod.

“Good girl,”

I praise, and she huffs out a little breath and shifts in the chair.

Fuck, I love how much she likes to be called a good girl.

Because she is my good girl. She’s been so good these past three days that it has me dreading the end of our week more than I imagined. The burning in my chest and visceral streak of anger that slashes through me when I think about giving her back is evidence of that.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to look at your cum covered pussy while I work.”

Her nipples pucker and she doesn’t just spread her thighs for me, she hooks one over the armrest so I can have the best damn view.

“Prekrasnoye,”

I mutter. Beautiful. She’s beautiful.

Aria sighs in content like she understands what I said, and I take care of the condom and redo my pants as I walk around the desk.

This house is my solace. The one place that holds all my secrets and gives me a sense of peace since the only ones who know it exists are my brothers. The only people left alive I care anything about.

But having Aria here in my space, going about such mundane things as lounging by the pool, sketching in the garden, cooking dinner, and sleeping in my bed…

I’m overcome with emotions I’m unfamiliar with and know that if I let myself give in to them and let them have free rein in my head, heart, and body, then I’m only going to be sent down a path darker than the one I’m currently on, with no chance of seeing the light again. And Aria has me seeing light around my world for the first time.

She has her entire life ahead of her to be great and do great things, though. I’d only drag her down and into a world and life not meant for her.

If she knew me, all of me, then she’d see me for the monster I am. She’d never want me to touch her again, and I don’t think I could stand that.

It's addicting.

She’s addicting.

I can’t afford to be addicted to anyone or anything, though, and while she might be perfect for me in every way, I’m not anywhere near the perfect man for her. I’m not even a man she should want in her life.

The leather creaking under Aria brings me back from a place I don’t want to be so I can admire the gorgeous woman I just fucked into another world, spread open so I can see the evidence of it.

Her pussy is a deep pink and swollen from how rough I was, with her cum coating her all the way down her inner thighs. I should clean her up, but I don’t want to. I want to see her grow even wetter for me the longer she sits there like the perfect doll she is, so she’s ready when I want to fuck her all over again. Maybe I’ll have her sit on my lap so I can watch myself disappear into her from behind while her ass bounces on my thighs.

First, though, I need to call Andrei back. We were in the middle of discussing the gambling den he runs for the family in Chinatown. We took it over from the Chen brothers after the Carfanos took them out.

While the Triads were lost without their leaders, we swooped in and took over their largest gambling den without much fight. There has been some chatter lately that the new leader is looking to make a move to take their business back, but that’ll never happen.

I dial Andrei’s number back and continue our conversation in Russian so Aria doesn’t know what we’re discussing. Russian was our father’s first language, having come to America in the 80s and settling in Brighton Beach like a lot of Russians emigrating around the same time. He quickly established himself as a leader, which is how he ended up with my mom.

He was in charge of the neighborhood, saw her, and decided she was going to be his.

“You hung up on me,”

Andrei says when he answers, still pissed at me because of what happen here Sunday night.

“I had to do something.”

“You mean someone?”

“Fuck you.”

“No, Daniil, fuck you. Because I look like shit, I can’t go to the restaurant tomorrow night. No one will take me seriously if it looks like someone got the better of me. You’re going to have to go in my place. Despite everything, I don’t trust anyone else to make sure shit goes well.”

I rub the bridge of my nose and look at Aria. I can’t leave her here. This house is designed to keep people out, not in. I know she’d find a way if she was determined enough and left alone for long enough.

“You know I always go in Thursday through Sunday, and there’s a few whales playing tomorrow night. I need to make sure their money is counted accurately.”

“I’ll go,”

I tell him. I’ll just have to take Aria with me. Which means there may be a few more bodies to get rid of if anyone decides they want to look too long at her or get close enough to touch her.

I’ll have to find a way to let them all know she’s mine from the fucking start.

“Good. Let me know if shit goes wrong, yeah?”

“I’ll keep you updated.”

Hanging up, I toss the burner phone on the desk and scrub my hands down my face. I already apologized to Andrei, but I need to talk to him face-to-face and clear the air. The fact that he said I’m the only one he trusts to take his place means things aren’t as bad as they could be.

Andrei used to run the gambling rooms in Brighton Beach and Coney Island, but when we got the opportunity, we took over Chinatown and Liev took over for Andrei in our neighborhoods.

Running those games were all we were known for for a long time, but after my father’s demise, we built ourselves up and built our business portfolios so we had enough legitimate businesses to launder our illegal money through.

If I have to take Aria out with me tomorrow night, I’m going to need two things in particular. First, I order her something online that was definitely designed with a woman like her in mind. Then I make another call to Fyodor, making sure I continue speaking in Russian so Aria doesn’t know what I’m having made for her next.

“Fyodor, I need you to make me something that needs to remain private. No one else is to know you’re making it for me. Understand?”

“Of course, Mr. Bychkov. No one knew the other items were for you, either.”

“Well, this one will literally have my name on it, so you’ll need to have discretion.”

“Of course. Please tell me what you’d like done.”

I describe to him exactly what I need made and he says it won’t be a problem.

“I’ll need it by tomorrow afternoon. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll get started straight away.”

“Good.”

I hang up and see Aria breathing heavier and her pussy shining anew with her pretty little opening contracting around nothing but air, eager for my cock to fill it again.

“What turned you on so much, kukolka?”

“You speaking Russian. That tone you use.”

“My tone?”

“Yes. The authoritative one that gets you exactly what you want.”

“And it turns you on?”

“You already know it does. You use it on me all the time and I have no choice but to do as you say.”

I did already know that, but to hear her say it is incredibly sexy.

To test how much she likes it, I lower my voice and say in Russian.

“If you do exactly as I say, then I’ll give you my cock again.”

“Wh-what did you say?”

she asks, flustered.

“I said, if you do exactly as I say, then I’ll give you my cock again.”

She gasps in shock and crosses her legs to keep my favorite view hidden.

“I already got what I came in here for, so I think it’s you who wants me again and are using that tone to get it.”

Standing, I walk soundlessly over to her and circle the chair. Her head turns in each direction, feeling me near, but not knowing where I am.

Since it’s raining out today, I think I’m going to spend the day playing with my little doll.

I place my hands on her knees and uncross them, then pry them apart and hook them over the arms of the chair again.

“That’s better,”

I comment, and Aria’s hands grip the armrests tighter.

“So beautiful. You’re going to stay like this for me while I make a few more phone calls.”

“But–”

“No. No buts. You’re going to remain like this so I can look at you. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,”

she agrees softly, biting her lip.

I run my pointer finger down the center of her chest and stomach, but stop just short of her pussy. Instead, I continue on across her inner thigh to her knee, and then return to my chair.

Aria takes deep breaths to regain her composure, but I see the evidence of her unraveling in the blush across her chest, her pebbled nipples, and her glistening cunt.

I make a few more calls and do some work on the encrypted laptop I keep here that can’t be done anywhere else.

I only had one cup of coffee today, so after some time, I'm in need of an afternoon pick-me-up. The only thing that will do has been sitting patiently and quietly for me, waiting for my next move.

Standing, I go to her and surprise her by picking her up and trading places, and sitting her on my lap.

“Lean forward and grab the edge of the desk,”

I tell her in her ear, and she does it eagerly, tilting her hips back so both her holes are right there for me to claim.

I slide my hands over the perfect globes of her ass and Aria moans that sweet moan I love to hear.

I pull a condom from my pocket and hold it between my teeth as I undo my pants and take my cock out. Once I’m sheathed, I don’t hesitate in grabbing her hips, lifting her up, and plunging right inside her wet and ready center.

Fuck, she feels so good.

I spread her legs so they’re on the outsides of my thighs, and then use her to fuck me like the good little doll she is.

My grip on her hips is hard and unyielding as I guide her up and down my length, finding my rhythm. The sounds she’s making tells me she’s enjoying my brutal use of her, but this fuck is for me first, then her. I pull her down on me roughly after each lift up, and she cries out every time, sending jolts of pleasure to my chest.

The fire licks down my spine, and this time, I don’t hold off so she comes first. I slam her down on my cock and spill my seed into my condom, then lift her off and twist and toss her onto the desk in front of me. Aria yelps in surprise, but doesn’t have the opportunity to say anything in objection because I bury my face in her cunt and make her come within seconds.

She grips my hair in her fist and rocks her hips against my face, chanting on a low moan.

“Daniil, Daniil, Daniil.”

That’s right, baby, say my goddamn name like I’m your savior.