Page 10 of The Enforcer’s Pawn

2:14 AM.

Right now, Dmitri has all the leverage. He has me soft, malleable, and compliant under his weight. And that is a very dangerous way for a woman like me to be around a man like him.

If I let him finish like this—dominant, heavy, holding all the power—I’m just another asset he’s managed to secure. I need to change the code. I need to flip the server.

I press my hands against his chest. He blinks down at me, his eyes heavy with lust, a faint, smug curve at the corner of his mouth that tells me exactly what he thinks he’s accomplished. "Tired?" he murmurs, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

“Never,” I say, my voice suddenly losing its breathless edge.

Before he can register the shift in my tone, I shift my hips, slipping out from beneath his massive frame until I'm kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Dmitri rolls onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. His chest is gleaming with sweat, his dark hair messy, his massive length still fully erect and throbbing as it stands proudly against his lower stomach. He watches me, his eyebrows drawing together in a faint, curious frown. “What are you doing, Cara?”

“Changing gears,” I say softly.

He’s massive. Up close, the sheer size of him is intimidating, a heavy, dark-veined ridge of heat that’s still leaking a slow drop of pre-cum from the crown. I reach out, my small fingers wrapping around the thick base of his shaft, feeling the heavy pulse of his blood against my palm.

Dmitri’s breath hitches. His abdomen cords, the muscles locking into hard, defined ridges as I squeeze him.

“Cara,” he says, and this time, there’s a sharp note of warning in his voice. A note of control slipping.

I ignore him, lean over, and lower my head until my breath warms the sensitive skin of his tip. I let the very edge of my tongue trace the slick groove beneath the head, listening to the sharp, ragged intake of air he lets out above me.

He wants to be the catastrophe.

With a chuckle, I wrap my fingers tighter around his root, anchoring him to the bed, and slowly open my mouth, positioning my lips directly over the swollen, throbbing head of his cock, letting him feel the wet, tight heat of my mouth before I take the first inch.

He’s about to be surprised.

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DMITRI

This woman is going to get me killed, and I’m not sure I mind.

I stare down at the top of Cara’s head, my hands burying into the mattress so hard I think the wood underneath is cracking. She’s kneeling between my thighs like a little dark-haired priestess about to perform a sacrifice, and my cock is the item on the altar.

“Cara,” I grunt, the syllable scraping against my throat like gravel.

She doesn’t answer. She just wraps her small, clever hand around the base of my shaft—gripping it so tight it makes my vision blur—and buries my cock into her mouth.

Bozhe.

She’s small for this. I’m rather big for her. I know the math. But the second her wet, hot throat clamps down around the crown, the math goes out the window. She sucks hard, pulling me down into her heat, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge beneath the head.

I lift my hips an inch off the bed, an involuntary jerk of pure survival instinct. “Careful,” I growl, my knuckles turning white.

She ignores me. She slides lower, taking another two inches, her throat stretching to accommodate the thickness. Then she hits her limit. Her throat tightens, her chest heaving as she gurgles around me, the sound wet, desperate, and filthy. She swallows hard, trying to take the mass of me, the suction so intense that my balls tighten and a heavy charge of pre-cum shoots straight out of the tip, hitting the back of her throat.

She gurgles again, swallowing the fluid down without breaking the seal, her eyes lifting to mine through her messy hair. They’re dark, blown-out, and completely smug. She thinks she has me. She thinks she’s the one controlling the server now.

I’m about to come. The heat is boiling in my gut, a second away from exploding right down her throat.

“No,” I rasp.

I don’t give her a choice. I grab her by the hair—not gently—and haul her up. She gasps as my cock slides out of her mouth with a loud, wet Pop, a string of saliva stretching between her lips and my wet head. She looks flushed, breathless, and thoroughly debauched.

“My turn,” I tell her.