Like a gentleman, Milo opened the car door for me but that was as far as his chivalry went. The entire car ride was filled with him talking to someone on his phone.
He was typed relentlessly without looking at me even once.
I could have sworn this week there was a ghost smile on his face as he texted. He had to be talking to another woman.
One moment he made me think I was the prettiest woman to walk the Earth and the next, he ignored me like he couldn't stand being in my proximity.
He had to be involved with another woman. It would explain why he wouldn't touch me. He wasn't eager to see what was behind my clothes because there was a better woman on his bed.
I was just the immature little girl he kept locked away in his penthouse. I should have been glad he wasn't taking an interest in me but I wasn't.
I didn't understand why there was a lump stuck in my throat at the thought of Milo passing his time with another female.
Was she like Irina had described—tall, skinny, and blonde?
"You're sulking."
The sound of Milo's deep voice almost made me jump. I didn't think he was watching me.
"Excuse me?"
He put away his phone and looked at me with eyes full of amusement.
In the process, his muscles bulged. It was hard to take my eyes off them. The tattoos made him hotter since his hands were covered in them.
From his forearm to his fingers were tattoos. I wondered if he got them because they would make him look hot and dangerous at the same time.
"You're sulking, little girl."
"I'm not sulking…" I muttered and looked away.
In one breath, Milo grabbed me and pulled me to his lap. My back lay on his chest and his arm was strongly snaked around my waist.
"What's wrong?"
Before I could answer, he thrust his hand under my dress and ripped away my panties, leaving me bare.
I closed my thighs tightly together as my heart raced. I wondered what he planned to do. Whatever it was, I knew I would like it.
If he touched me, it would be the first time he ever laid his hand on my bare skin. He always seemed to avoid that like the plaque.
"Would you like me to touch your cunt? Are you wet for me, pretty girl?"
I swallowed and shook my head. He pushed my back forward. I had to grab onto the seat in front of me which just so happened to be the driver's seat.
Milo had me in a position where I was bending over on his lap. His large rough hands found the curve of my ass. He kneaded and massaged the flesh in his hands gently until…
Thwack!
I felt a sharp sting where he has spanked. He massaged the area before spanking me again on the other ass cheek.
The pain was excruciating but it soon faded into desire. If I was wet before, I was wetter after Milo's spanks.
He pulled me back into his chest, parted my legs, and swiped his fingers against my slit. He groaned when he realized how wet I was.
I whimpered at the contact and spread my legs further so he would touch me again.
"Lie to me again and I will spank you until you can't sit down."
I wasn't sure if the spanks were a punishment if they turned me on so much.
He grabbed the front of my neck and whispered, "Remember, you'll get a reward if you behave like a good girl."
The way he said 'good girl' sounded more like a praise than part of his statement. I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation.
He then pulled away, pushed down my dress and set me back in my original position. My cheeks and ears were so hot due to all the blushing. Especially when I realized the driver had heard everything.
I watched as Milo stuffed my panties into his pockets and continued texting like nothing had happened. A few minutes later we stopped in front of a restaurant.
It was the most luxurious restaurant in Moscow. Everyone knew you could wait months before you got a reservation in an establishment like that. It was as luxurious as anything could get.
With it's clear glass walls, magnificent lights, and soothing jazz music, it only attracted the richest in the city.
That particular night, it was empty. But Milo was leading me inside with his hand on the small of my back. There were two guards at the entrance who ushered us in and three waiters waiting to cater to us.
We were led to the second floor of the restaurant where there was a single table in an empty room. There were candles placed all over the room and rose petals all over the ground.
On the table was a vase with a single dark red rose in the middle. Funny, I had that kind of body wash–black rose-schented.
A wine glass also sat on the table with two glasses accompanying it. With soothing music in the background, that was the most romantic setting I had ever been in.
"Wow…"
"Eat with me."
Milo was making it hard to hate him. What was I supposed to do when the villain in my story started acting like a gentleman? It was confusing.