“A talk means you stop what your hands are doing.” I closed my eyes when his mouth moved to my jaw, and his fingers found their way between my legs. “We never agreed to this being a regular thing, and if it becomes one, I’ll stop being able to tell myself it means nothing.” My voice frayed at the edge, and I steadied it. “If we keep having sex, Dmitri, I won’t be able to control what I feel for you.”
His hand went still, and then he pulled back enough for me to notice the shift. I exhaled and closed my eyes. Feelings were not part of the arrangement. I was a temporary wife, and I agreed tothose terms fully aware of them. Whatever was currently living in my chest needed to understand that.
I pushed up onto my elbows to sit, and my eyes caught him as he undid his belt. My heart raced as he pulled his cock free. He was already hard.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” I asked.
“You threatened me,” he said, lowering me back against the sand with one hand, the other pushing my dress up my thighs.
“This isn’t a joke, I mean it, I—” The words dissolved when he ran himself along the fabric of my panties. The pleasure moved through me in a wave. “Why are you doing this?”
He kissed the side of my neck, moved upward along my jaw, and settled at my ear. His fingers pushed my panties aside, and he pressed his cock against the entrance as he whispered to me, “the same thing you’re doing to me.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I’m threatening you back.”
He pushed inside, and my back arched off the sand, his name leaving my mouth before I finished deciding to say it. He crushed his mouth back to me, kissing me the way he moved his hips, like he intended to be thorough about it. My hands moved into his hair as he pulled back and thrust in again.
The speed increased. He slammed faster and harder than I could have imagined, scattering every coherent thought I was still holding onto. What replaced them was how he filled me, my walls opening around his cock.
He paused the kiss as he sank deep and stayed there without moving. My hips chased the friction he wasn’t giving. His hands pushed my dress up past my stomach, and his fingers slid under my bra. It went up, leaving me exposed to the night air for approximately one second before he touched me.
He massaged my breasts slowly without moving his hips, which was a specific cruelty. Every second of him inside me without fucking me made me roll my hips on my own, searching,needing. When that wasn’t enough, my hand moved between us, and I touched myself, circling while my hips chased it.
The wave built faster than I expected, and I pressed harder, my walls tightening around him. My thighs shook against his hips, the release moving through me in long pulses while he stayed buried inside and pressed my nipples.
He chuckled like he was satisfied. “You are in trouble, Inna.”
He wrapped an arm around me and lifted, repositioning us in one fluid motion until I was straddling him again. He guided my hips down once, and the sound that left me was loud. The angle drove him into me at a depth that made every previous version of this feel like a rough draft.
I pressed my hands flat against his chest to anchor myself and moved. I went slowly at first, learning the rhythm, and then faster when my hips found what they were looking for. He took both hands to my breasts and held them while I rode him, his thumbs moving over my nipples. When he drew one into his mouth and sucked, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.
The only sound was the repeated impact of his cock meeting me every time I came down. My body received every stroke as if it were designed for this purpose.
My body stopped being subtle about it, and right now, wanting was the only honest thing I had left.
Chapter Thirty-seven
Dmitri Konstantinov
Something was seriously wrong withme. I thought fucking Inna again would finally get this out of my system and return me to being a functional human being. Instead, as we walked back toward the mansion, I wanted her again. After the sex on that beach, after having her breathless beneath me and my name falling from her mouth, I still fucking wanted her. I was completely ruined at this point. Either that, or I was eventually going to admit out loud that Inna destroyed me.
She took me so well that it became a problem. She pulled me in with her warmth and the way her broken moans rose each time I drove deeper into her. And when my name left her lips breathlessly, it hit me harder than anything else ever had.
I wanted all of it from the beginning. My hand moved before the thought even settled, sliding around her waist and pulling her back against me. I turned toward her mouth with no real justification beyond the fact that I wanted to kiss her.
“Isn’t that Akim?” she asked, and I stopped.
Her attention had already shifted past me toward the mansion.With a quiet sigh, I turned and spotted Akim’s car parked outside. Inna slipped from my hands and hurried around the pool.
I followed behind her.
Akim stood facing the mansion with his back to us, his posture so tense it drew my attention. As we got closer, I watched him tap on his phone and raise it to his ear. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. Akim was calling me.
Inna reached him first. “Where is she? Where is Caitlin?”
Akim didn’t answer her. He turned and looked at me instead, and one look at his face told me this was far beyond the standard level of wrong. My gaze dropped to his hands. Blood covered his knuckles.
“Boss,” he dipped his head and said nothing else.
“Is Caitlin okay?” Inna asked again, her voice tightening with worry.
