Shockwaves roll down my spine when Dimitri catches my hand before it gets near his face. His hold isn’t painful, but it’s most definitely aggressive. “You don’t want to act like a lady any more than I want to pretend to be a gentleman.”
As I wiggle to break free from his hold, I fight not to moan. His voice was as hot as honey, warm and inviting but so bitterly sweet, it will give me a toothache for days.
“You want a monster, a bastard.” His grip on my wrist firms, along with the tightness of my womb. “You want me.”
There’s no point resisting what he’s saying. Every word he speaks is true. So, instead, I nod. It commences an avalanche of groping hands and lust-blistering kisses. While he pins the lower half of my body to the tiled shower wall with his impressive crotch, he attacks my mouth with a blurring mix of licks, bites, and moans. It’s a hurried, frantic exchange full of passionate touches, wandering hands, and moans my nanna would have killed me for only two years ago.
My noisy moans can’t be helped. My pussy, tits, and ass are being lavished by Dimitri’s big hands while his mouth encourages mine to defeat logic. It shouldn’t be possible to be this noisy when my lungs are breathless, but somehow, I pull off the inevitable.
My head lowers to take in Dimitri biting a trail of love bites down my stomach. He licks, bites, then kisses me until his mouth is an inch from my aching sex, and I’m hoisted up the tiled wall as if I’m weightless. The small confines of the shower mean he can’t kneel to devour his feast, so he brings his meal to himself, instead.
I tremble with the breath he releases when he instructs me to watch him. “I like your eyes on me…” Half of his face disappears between my splayed thighs before he does one controlled lick up my soaked slit. “Especially when I’m doing this…” He licks, tugs, and makes me come undone in an embarrassing quick eight seconds. “And even more so when you do that.”
He holds nothing back for the next several minutes, not even when his accidental bump of the faucet switches the temperature of the water from roasting to freezing. The change-up is nice. I’m hot all over, so excluding my initial yelp about the rapid change in my core body temperature, I relish the refreshing change.
“Oh…” I’m close to climax again. It’s building inside of me like a tsunami, encouraged by the short, powerful flicks Dimitri hits my clit with. He toys with the bundle of nerves between my legs until the moans seeping from my mouth can wake the dead. “I’m… I’m…” Fucking insane if I ever believed things between us were over. Something so explosive is indestructible. Unbreakable.Everlasting.
An orgasm washes through me when the possibility of forever hits me. I can’t do anything but pant and scream. The intensity of my climax is insane. It rushes over me again and again and again until the feverish moans bouncing off the bathroom walls switch to a pained grunt from Dimitri’s cock’s sudden entrance to my clenching sex.
With one of my legs curled around his waist and the other hooked around his elbow, Dimitri drives into me on repeat. The pain of taking him for only the third time shouldn’t have me close to detonation again, but it does. It builds inside of me, chasing its next release right along with Dimitri’s bid to find his own.
He fucks the living hell out of me, screwing me so hard, I’m confident the spasms hitting my uterus are no longer associated with my looming period. He pounds and pounds and pounds into me until I’m screaming his name as if I am possessed.
“It feels so good. You feel so good,” I grunt through the tremors overwhelming me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop. I’ll die without this, without you.”
Dimitri does the exact opposite of my moaned requests. He lowers the swings of his hips before he rests his forehead on mine. I don’t mind. The change-up in speed will allow him to drink in the alteration of the light in my eyes, the transferal only he can instigate.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this?” he asks a few seconds later. “I blanket every inch of you as envisioned. Your entire ass fits in my palm.”
As his eyes bounce between mine, they replicate the variation in color mine underwent minutes ago, except they appear more painted with anger than euphoria. I discover why when he adds, “I could have squashed you like a bug, but all I wanted to do was cocoon you until your wings were fully grown.”
It feels like his cock is about to poke out of my stomach when he adds a roll to his hips. He’s more deeply seated now, almost fully immersed. He isn’t just ensuring I’ll feel him for days, he’s reminding me of exactly what I gave up six weeks ago.
“But do you know what happens when a butterfly gets her wings?”
I kiss him with everything I have, hopeful my tongue will ram his hurtful words down his throat before he can express them. I understand I stuffed up. I realize I should have fought harder. I don’t need him to teach me a lesson while reminding me just how explosive we are.
Although my kiss doubles the heat bristling between us, it doesn’t stop his words. “She flies away.”
“I didn’t.”
He responds to my lie with both his cock and his eyes. He pounds into me, bringing me to the very edge of insanity before he freezes like his thighs are as lifeless as my heart felt the past six weeks. “Yes. You. Did.”
Even aware I’m digging my hole deeper, I continue to fight. “No.” Water flings off my cheeks when I shake my head. “You dropped me off. You let me out of our agreement—”
Dimitri’s roar shudders my heart straight out of my chest. “Because I wanted to see if you’d come back! I wanted proof you were there for me and not because you were in fear for your life.”
“You had armed men on every corner, Dimi.”
For how hard his hips are now thrusting, his words shouldn’t be as smooth as silk. “Men you had no trouble bypassing when it suited you. Hair dye, trips to visit a state prison inmate… if you fucking wanted it, you found a way to get it.”
Even with it being true, I hate everything he’s saying. If I wanted his attention, I merely needed to walk out the front door any time after dusk because despite what Rocco says, I know Dimitri was outside the first twenty-eight days of my incarceration. I could feel him there, I was just too stubborn to succumb to the pressure eating me alive. Then I thought I was too late. Excluding earlier today, I hadn’t sensed his presence in over two weeks.
“I was angry. You threatened my friend. You sent a murderer to her house. I wanted to get back at you.” I try to hold in the truth, but just like I can’t stop my tears once they start, there’s no stopping my honesty, either. “I wanted you to beg me for a second chance, and to understand how pathetic I felt pinning for you when you seemed to hate me.”
My confession punishes me more than Dimitri. He fucks the living hell out of me, pounding, grunting, and thrusting until my orgasm peaks, then he once again freezes like a statue.
“Don’t do this. Don’t punish me because I wanted to be first for a change.”
