I growled as Oliver tried to move his hips away from me as I thrust myself into his tight hole.

He felt amazing.

"Ivan," he breathes when my hands tighten their grip on his waist.

I groan before resting my lips on Oliver's neck, kissing and biting anywhere I can.

I loved the taste of this man.

And God I couldn't get enough.

The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room as I drove my dick into Oliver trying my very best to hit his prostate over and over.

His toes curled and his hand clawed. I was taken away by the way Oliver looked. His mouth parted, sweat lightly dripping along his body. His desirable brown curls turned into a frenzy.

Some wouldn't believe that the same doctor who called everything inappropriate would be spread open wide in my bed.

"I love fucking you, Doctor" I grunted rolling my hips. His muscles tightened when a thumb of mine ran along his tip.

Oliver had cummed three times.

"Shit," Oliver cursed tightening his grip on me. Taking a sharp intake of breath I paused before bucking my hips.

"Ivan," Oliver called again his hands running along my back.

My jaw clenched as I climaxed, releasing myself into the condom.

"Dah, Lisichka," I answered slowly pulling myself out. Getting out the bed to grab a towel. I lightly damped it with warm water to clean Oliver up.

"I like you," Oliver blushed immediately avoiding my eye contact.

"I like you too, Oliver," I watched the corners of his lips lift as he showcased that breathtaking smile of his.

I wish he would smile more.

"I should head home, Em's gonna-" Oliver began rambling his head off.

"Relax, Doctor,"

"I'll have Viktor and a few of my men watch over her. So stay until the morning, I'll make sure to wake you up," Oliver exhaled before twitching a bit when I ran the towel along his semi-erect cock.

"You know, I've never felt what I had with you just now with anyone," the doctor mumbled before awkwardly clearing his throat.

"Me too, "

"Anyways, I don't think you would make it that far after what jus-"

"Oh shut it," Oliver snapped making me chuckle.

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"Dad who is this man," Emily questioned looking up at Lev. Like Ivan had promised he had woken me up in the morning and had helped me sneak back into my penthouse.

He then kissed me on my lips before bidding goodbye not before setting Lev as my guard from now on.

I wanted to object but knowing the lifestyle Ivan lives I guess it's for the best.

But how am I going to explain this to my 16-year-old daughter?!

"Honey, he's-"

"Also where were you last night? I got up at like 12 last night and you weren't anywhere to be found," Emily queried.

Pushing up my glasses, I could only stare at my daughter as I figured out what I was gonna say.

I'm a terrible liar so that leaves one option.

"I went to my friend's place and this man is a friend of my friend," I explained.

Emily crossed her arms raising a brow.

"So you went to your boyfriends and this guy who looks like a bodyguard is your boyfriend's friend?" Emily questioned her fave scrunching up in confusion.

"Em-"

"Dad I'm a sixteen-year-old girl, I'm not dumb," she spat.

"Sweety-"

"I don't care if you're dating a man! You're my dad! I'll always love you no matter what! So stop hiding things from me! I'm not some little kid!"

"Emily! Calm down! I get that you want to know what's going on in my life but you tend to forget that I'm the adult and parent here," I argued. Emily gulped as her eyes began to gloss.

"I just- it's just I miss living with you! I don't like how things are! We used to tell each other everything, Dad, and I miss talking to you every day in person! Why couldn't I live with you?!" Emily cried.

Immediately my arms went around her.

My sweet baby girl was finally processing the divorce between me and her mother.

"I know, I know sweetheart," I comforted.

"I really don't care if you date a man, dad," she sniffled making me chuckle.

"I know,"

"I just don't like how you're hiding things from me, Dad. You're all alone when I'm with mom and I just want to know if you're okay because I know how you can get," I could only hum as I heard her out.

"I hate leaving you alone," she mumbled.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Immediately, Lev's eyes locked with mine as though, he was waiting for me to say something.

"I'll get it," I stated. Releasing, Emily from my embrace I quickly went to the front door opening it only to be greeted by my father.

"Russell, "Oliver scowled. Russell studied his son before inviting himself in.

Russell was 64 yet he didn't look much like his age. His body was toned and if it wasn't for his gray hair and tiny wrinkles some wouldn't be able to tell his old age.

"Emiliana," Russell called making Emily cringe. Emiliana was her real name which she hated but since her grandfather was the one who name her he made it his job to remind her of it.

"Grandpa," Emily greeted her smile thinning as she awkwardly shuffled in her spot.

Russell fiddled with his glasses before turning his gaze to Lev who only raised a brow at him.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go to your room so I can have a good talk with Russell," Oliver announced.

Quickly, Emily exited the room. She wasn't that fond of her grandfather. He made her feel uncomfortable with his hard stare and domineering atmosphere.

When he would come over to do the holidays, Emily hated how he would treat her dad. Like he was a disappointment.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver queried.

Without a simple warning, Russell's hands had harshly gone against Oliver's cheek.

Instantly Lev stepped forward but hesitantly stopped when Oliver raised his hand.

"It's okay," Oliver affirmed. The doctor's jaw clenched as his eyes met with his father's.

Hopefully, that won't bruise.

"You're going to apologize to Amelia and beg for her to take you back," Russell growled.

His glare was intense and his voice stern.

"I'm not doing shit," Oliver cursed.

Russell's head tilted as he inhaled before exhaling harshly.

"You think just because you're fucking some big-time mob boss that you're safe?!" Oliver couldn't help but flinch a bit as his father yelled loudly at him.

"I raised you, Oliver! I made you into the man you are today so when I say something you listen!"

"And I thought I had beaten the fag out of your ass," Russell spat.

Oliver swallowed glaring at the man who had abused him for years.

He had no right coming in here and making him feel this way.

After everything, that man had put him through.

He had no right coming here telling him that he shouldn't be-

HE HAD NO RIGHT!

"I'm not doing shit," Oliver growled again but this time he meant it.

Not when he had finally taken over his life and done things that he had wanted for a change would he allow this man to screw it up.

He was tired of listening to his father.

He was always tired.

He was a grown man.

He shouldn't still be afraid of his father.

"Oliver!" Russell yelled raising his hand once more but this time Lev stopped him.

"Sir, Imma have to ask you to leave," Lev advised.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what you do? This is my son-" immediately Russell closed his mouth when Lev pulled out a semi-automatic pistol pointing it straight at him.

"I'll say it again sir, I'll have to advise you to leave," Lev threatened.

He had already fucked up by meeting this man touch Ivan's prized possession.

It didn't matter who Russell was to Oliver because all Lev knew was this man was a living threat to him.

Lev's eyes looked over to the swollen cheek on Oliver's face making him grimace.

The Russian man going to freak out.

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