My drenched hair flops against my cheeks when Dimitri forces my eyes to his. “You wanted to be first? That’s the excuse you’re running with?”
“It’s not an excuse. Wanting to be someone’s everything isn’t an excuse,” I reply before I realize how stupid I’m being. I got angry about him not giving me his undivided attentionafterpledging not to take more of his time than he’s able to give me.
How foolish am I?
Not only am I in love with a gangster who’s threatened to kill me more than once, I’m hoping he’ll replicate feelings he doesn’t understand.
I need my head examined.
My sigh has two meanings when Dimitri shuts off the faucet and carries me out of the bathroom. Because he’s still inside of me, thick and heavy, I don’t advise him fresh towels are hanging on the back of the door he left wide open as if we’re the only two people in the room. It’s clear he isn’t done with my punishment just yet. The unrecognizable mask he’s wearing is sure-fire proof of this, much less the way he dismounts me from his cock and dumps me onto my bed.
In a quick snag, flip, and lift maneuver, my ass is perched high in the air, and Dimitri’s big cock pokes at my puckered hole.
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” he growls when my back instinctively arches, seeking firmer contact. “I don’t have any lubricant, and if I find out you do, your ass won’t be pounded with my cock. It will wear my handprint for days.”
As warmth spreads through me, I tremble.
“I knew I’d need more than an hour to work through your kinks.” As he rubs his erection against a region of my body I didn’t realize had its own pulse, his hand slithers around my jittery stomach. I almost vault off my bed when he finds my clit without the stumbling hands Eddie used.
The quickest recollection of Eddie’s golden eyes should cause the excitement flooding my insides to dampen. It doesn’t. If anything, it makes it more perverse. I suspected Dimitri killed him because of what he had done to me. The officer’s murder earlier this evening reveals that was the case. Dimitri is a monster who can fly off the hinges at any moment, but I don’t believe that makes him hideously ugly. He’s dark, yet undeniably beautiful. Deranged, yet somehow sane. And he can love, he just hasn’t been shown how to yet.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“No,” Dimitri immediately answers like he knows what I’m talking about.
Considering I’ve orgasmed multiple times tonight, he could mistake my offer as a wish to reciprocate the favor, but I know that isn’t the case. Even when he’s knee-deep in filth, Dimitri’s thoughts are always with his daughter.
“I can help, Dimi. Dr. Bates isn’t as smart as his credentials—”
“No!” he screams with a brutal thrust of his hips.
The way he enters me should have me screaming just as loudly, but my target is locked and loaded, and I’m not giving him up for anything. “He walks around with dollar signs in his eyes—”
“For fuck’s sake, Roxanne, shut up before I force you to be quiet.”
His threat doesn’t penetrate my mind in the slightest. “He’d be an easy man for you to fool. Force his hand, Dimitri. Show him you’re not to be messed with. Gut him like you did Eddie, then do the same to your father.”
I’m panting now, full-on moaning, overcome by the vicious fucking Dimitri is bombarding me with. He pounds into me so hard, my insides feel like they’re being shifted to accommodate his massive dick. It’s painful yet beautiful—just like him.
“You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You’ve just got to show the people who have your back that you believe in them by accepting their help.”
There’s nothing romantic about our fuck. Dimitri takes all the control, leaving nothing in his wake until I freefall into an uprising of warmth and comfort. It’s a ferociously stunning few minutes that only grows more striking when Dimitri withdraws his magnificent cock, brings it to my lips, then grunts, “Reciprocate.”
A normal person would mistake his command as him wanting head.
As I’ve said time and time again, I’m nothing close to ordinary.
After nodding, wordlessly advising him I understand his request, I take his dick between my lips and swallow down, smug as hell I guided a man as powerful as him through the fog before his cock got anywhere near my mouth.
Twenty-Seven
Roxanne
Igrimace when the quickest hiss darts through my ears. Smith numbed the area he’s inserting a micro tracker into, so I don’t feel an ounce of pain. It’s just realizing I’ll have a foreign device in my arm for the rest of my life that has me grimacing.
Although I would have preferred not to be microchipped like a dog, I didn’t have much choice. If I denied Dimitri’s request, he would have reneged on the agreement we made last night. I couldn’t let that happen. Our ruse is his first solid chance to get his daughter back. It should come before anything—even my freedom.
Fien is a captive because my mother begged my father to swap Dimitri’s wife with me, so it’s my responsibility to do everything in my power to help Dimitri get her back. I’m scared, but I’m also hopeful. It’s clear Dimitri loves his daughter. Once she’s back, perhaps he will realize love comes in many forms.
