Disappointment makes itself known with my gut when the removal of her skirt reveals her sheer panties. I can see her cunt through the scant material. She’s a natural blonde. The knowledge will make it harder for me to pull off my ruse, but I’m so desperate to lose myself for a couple of hours, I’m willing to give it a shot.
When she lowers herself onto her knees, I pull her hair back into a low ponytail, then wrap the glossy locks around my fist. She may be about to suck my dick, but I’ll maintain all the control. One blonde has already caused me to lose my cool tonight. It won’t happen again.
“Slower,” I demand when she tugs on the waistband of my sweatpants with too much eagerness. I want her fumbling like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, somewhat naïve. I want to pretend she’s Roxanne for just a minute.
“That’s better,” I growl on a moan when she lifts her eyes to mine while sliding the elastic waistband over the bulge in my pants with painstaking slowness. Her eyes are a shade darker than Roxanne’s, but my coked-up head has a good imagination. “Take it out.”
When her hands move to the waistband of my trunks, I scrub my thumb along her jaw, preparing it for the exhaustive activity it’s about to undertake. This occasion has been on the backburner for months. It won’t be a done-and-dusted event.
The hooker’s submissiveness is hardening my cock, but it has nothing on the raging boner I get when the door of our private suite shoots open, and Roxanne steps into the sex-scented space.
Six
Roxanne
Tension hisses in the air when my eyes bounce between Dimitri’s naked backside propped against a sturdy desk and a virtually naked blonde on her knees in front of him. She has his erect cock in her hand, and her red-painted lips are narrowing in on the bead of precum on the top. Not even my unexpected interruption has the bitch taking her eyes off her target. Her mark is locked and loaded, and she isn’t giving him up for anything.
Like fucking hell she isn’t.
Acting as if I’m double my height and weight, I scoop up the blonde’s clothes that are barely scraps of material from the floor, march across the room, then drag her away from Dimitri by the strands of her pretty little head. Her squeal at her hair being wretched out of her scalp has my heart falling from my chest, but it does little to slow me down. My anger arrived with barely a second to spare. Her mouth was a mere hair’s breadth from Dimitri’s cock. She was a second from tasting him how I never have.
That’s unacceptable.
“Get out.” I thrust her clothes into her silicon-filled chest before nudging my head to the door, my orders delivered with a vicious glare.
“Rox—”
“Don’t!” My nostrils flare as my squinted gaze shifts to Dimitri. Since the blonde is still on her knees, his erection is almost gouging her eyes out, and the blood of my father is still on his neck. Now isnotthe time for him to test me. And don’t get me started on how intoxicated this man is. Dimitri isn’t leaning against the desk for no reason. He can barely stand, for crying out loud. Payment or not, the blonde is more fucked in the head than my mother if she thinks this is acceptable.
“You have a plane to catch.” I return my eyes to the blonde staring at me with a smidge of shock and a bucketload of annoyance. “Wehave a plane to catch.” My words are possessive and brimming with unwarranted jealousy. They rip the blonde’s heart out of her chest as effectively as mine was removed when the horrendous thoughts bombarding me during my search of Frosty Kinks came true. Although I’m confident she only felt the weight of Dimitri’s cock, who’s to say that would have still been the case if my hunt was delayed by a measly two seconds.
The thought alone has me the most furious I’ve ever been.
“Leave before I show you what happens when you touch something you don’t own.”
Hearing my threat exactly how I intended, the blonde stammers out, “I didn’t know he was take—”
“Go!” My roar kickstarts both her heart and her feet. She scampers up from her knees before making a dash for the door, her brisk exit faltered by Rocco entering from the other side.
He works his jaw side to side while taking in Dimitri’s slouched frame. He’s so far down the rabbit warren, he can barely hold up his head.
“Help me.” My tone is lower than the one I used on the hooker, but Rocco acts as if it was just as stabby. He steps back with his hands held in the air and an arrogant grin on his face.
I discover the reason behind his lack of assistance when he chuckles out, “I ain’t helping you while his dick is hanging out. We’re tight, but we’re notthattight.”
Before I can issue a single scold bubbling in my chest, a much more dangerous situation unfolds. Dimitri hasn’t noticed we have company. While his cock thickens to the point it must be painful, he scrubs the back of his fingers across my ruddy lips. “I bet your mouth tastes like candy.” Only now does it dawn on me that we’ve never kissed. He’s gone down on me, blew his load on my chest, and been inside of me like no other man ever has, but we’ve never kissed. “Your cunt is as sweet as candy, so I bet your lips are too.”
While dropping one hand to his cock to squeeze it, he weaves the other one through my hair. It feels like time stands still when he drags my lips to within an inch of his. The man I can’t stop thinking about is right here, directly in front of me, but for the life of me, I can’t act on the impulses burning me alive.
I’d give anything to forget everything that has happened the past few days, but I can’t. If I do that, I not only break a pledge I made to Dimitri about not taking more time than he can give me, I’ll also break the promise I made to Fien in the wee hours of this morning.
Dimitri is all she has.
I can’t steal the focus away from her for even one second.
With my mind made up, I tug on Dimitri’s sweats as roughly as I did the blonde’s hair to guide them back up his thighs.
“Don’t put my cock away.” As he struggles to hold back his grin, he drags his teeth over his lower lip. The strong scent of whiskey exuding from his mouth shouldn’t make it seem sexy, but it does. “He’s been dying for this for months. Don’t leave him hanging.”
