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“Dimitri, please.”
His low rumble vibrates against my sensitive flesh. I try to roll my hips, needing more, but the seat belt keeps me trapped in place.
“Please, Dima.” I use his nickname. I’m not sure why it slips out.
“Fuck,” he mutters, curling his fingers and finally giving me what I want. He sucks on my clit and I come. This orgasm is stronger than the last. I’m afraid I might actually pass out as pleasure jolts through me.
I shove at Dimitri’s shoulders but he doesn’t stop. “Please, it’s too much.”
“I know you can take it. Come for me again.”
“I can’t—” Another orgasm courses through me and I cry out. Holy fuck!
“Such a good girl.” Dimitri blows air across my hot pussy, and I whimper. “I’m nowhere near done with your delicious cunt, kisa. You fucking belong to me. Do you understand?” He leans back, gazing at me. “You’re mine.”
Panting, I glare at him. “I hate you.”
“I know.” He smirks. “Show me how much you hate me, malyshka.”
His mouth captures mine, forceful, demanding. I taste my own tanginess on him. He runs his tongue across my lips, demanding entry. Instead of allowing him in, I suck his lower lip between my teeth and bite down. A coppery taste teases my tongue. He groans with pleasure.
The car stops, and I’m surprised to find we’ve arrived back at the Kozlov mansion.
Dimitri unbuckles my seat belt and pulls me from the limo. With a muttered Russian command spoken to Maks, Dimitri lifts my body over his shoulder and carries me into the house, up the stairs, and straight to our bedroom.
“Hey!” I protest at his manhandling.
He swats my ass. “You want to draw blood, kisa? I’m all yours. Show me how much you hate me.”
As soon as he sets me on my feet, I attack him. My arms loop around his neck as my legs wrap around his hips. I smash my lips to his.
He walks forward until my back’s pressed to the wall. This time, I give his tongue entry, our breaths mingling, our touch conveying our desperation. I shove off his tux jacket, then tear at his shirt. One solid tug sends his buttons scattering across the floor. My fingers trail over his tattooed chest.
He pulls back. “You want me.” He says those words like they’re a revelation.
“I’ll never want you.” I grind my pussy against his steely erection, contradicting my lie.
“You need me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’ll never need anything you’re willing to give me.” My voice is throaty, husky with desire.
His breath tickles my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you admit out loud that you want me, need me, and that you can’t live without me.”
I scoff. “Don’t press your luck. I’ll never admit any of that.”
“Oh, you will.” He rocks his hips into me. “But first, I believe I promised to make you beg for my cock. If you want this, you need to get on your knees and beg, wife.” He rolls his hips and I moan. Why does he have to feel this good?
I might be inexperienced in the bedroom, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him call the shots.
By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be the one begging.
CHAPTER 23
Dimitri
My eyes widen slightly in disbelief when Arianna releases me and sinks to the floor, to her knees. I didn’t think she’d do this so willingly. But fuck does she look like my very own heaven-sent slut, kneeling, ready to beg for her husband’s cock.
I grow painfully hard just from looking at her. Fucking perfection.
