She squeezes my hand. “Let me finish.”
She faces Grigori again. “I know what thevoryare now. I know what thebratvais capable of.” Her voice doesn’t shake. “And I also know who my husband is.”
My chest tightens.
“He doesn’t crave power,” she continues. “He draws lines. He enforces rules. He protects people who don’t have the luxury of protection.” She looks up at me then, eyes steady. “If someone has to sit in that seat, I want it to be you.”
Grigori watches us both closely, then smiles, a slow, satisfied tilt of his thin lips.
“You see?” he says. “This is exactly why.”
I exhale slowly, weighing the past against the present. Against her.
“I won’t be like my father,” I say at last.
“Good,” Grigori replies. “We’ve had enough men like him.”
The silence stretches.
Then I nod. Once.
“I’ll take the position,” I say. “On my terms.”
Grigori’s smile turns genuine. “Of course.”
He steps away soon after, leaving us standing there with the music swelling around us.
Mila turns to me, searching my face. “Are you upset?”
“No,” I say honestly. “Just…surprised.”
She chuckles, resting her forehead against my chest. “Well, he’s a man full of surprises.”
I kiss the top of her head, holding her a little tighter. “Wanna get out of here,solnishka?” I whisper against her ear.
She turns, eyes bright, a knowing smile curving her lips. “Already?”
“The reception is winding down,” I murmur. “And I’m done sharing you.”
She lets out a quiet, breathless laugh, slipping her hand into mine without another word.
Outside, the night air is cool and crisp. The car waits at the curb, the driver already stepping away as I open the door for her. Mila gathers her dress and lets me help her in, her fingers brushing my wrist in a way that sends a familiar, possessive heat searing through me.
Once I’m inside, I raise the privacy screen and I turn to her, taking her face in my hands, thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks. “Fuck, I’ve waited all day to have you to myself.”
Her breath catches. She smiles, holding my gaze as she leans close and brushes her lips lightly against mine.
“Me too, Daddy,” she murmurs against my lips with a soft moan, her hands flattening against my chest as she presses her body against mine.
“Damn it,” I murmur, sealing my mouth over hers with a possessive groan. I slide my hand up her throat, pressing gently as I deepen the kiss. She moans into my mouth and I lose it.
Without breaking the kiss, I grab her by the waist and move her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. She groans into my mouth as her damp pussy presses deliciously against the length of my already hard cock.
I can only be glad for the stretchy dress she has on.
Sliding the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders, I lower my mouth to one puckered nipple, moaning when she buries her fingers in my hair. I run my tongue slowly around her areola then flicked it across the tip. She arches her back, pushingmore of her breast into my mouth as I cup her other breast with my palm, squeezing and sucking slowly. She braces her hands on the roof as I tease her, her hips rocking against mine, making me impossibly harder.
I trail my hands slowly up her thighs, under her dress, groaning low in my throat when I realize she’s not wearing anything under her slinky little dress. I grab her ass in my palms and push her hard against my cock.