Page 32 of Savage Little Secret

I don’t know what to expect from anything at all. He hasn’t told me much about what’s happening on the outside.

Have the Irish reached out about me? Has my father even realized I’m his prisoner yet? That Brendan is likely dead?

The door to the bedroom opens. Dmitri’s face is even more unreadable than before, but he doesn’t look angry. He looks conflicted in his wrinkled suit pants and dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“You talked to Brendan about what I told you?” I say as I watch him linger in the doorway.

“He said your father wanted you to break up my marriage to attack the Bratva from the inside,” Dmitri tells me.

I frown and nod. I hadn’t been able to tell him that myself yet, but it’s a detail that doesn’t matter anymore.

“He also told me that your father chose you because he thought I would want you,” Dmitri continues.

My heart drops into my stomach.

I guess it didn’t take long to convince Brendan to run his mouth about everything.

“He also told me that your father wanted you to kill me,” he says.

I breathe in shakily through my nose and nod. “I told him that I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. That’s when he…he promised to punish me, to make me earn back the money he wasted on me.”

“You’re scared of him,” he murmurs as he moves closer to the bed.

I shift my teary eyes to his. “Terrified.”

Dmitri kneels on the bed and moves toward me. “You didn’t want to hurt me.”

Warmth fills my chest as I remain still, letting him come closer. Does he finally believe me? “I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted to protect you as much as I could.”

Dmitri moves over my legs, stopping before our chests can touch. His fingertips graze my cheek as I look up at him with all the remaining hope that I have in my eyes.

“I believe you.”

Before I can even let out a sigh of relief, he closes the distance between us and captures my lips in a surprisingly tender kiss.

I stiffen at first, my mind spiraling with confusion. Before he was just yelling at me and threatening to kill me.

Now he’s kissing me?

But he said he believes me. He understands now. Right?

Despite my confusion, I kiss him back because kissing him is like coming up for air, and it feels like I have been drowning the past few days. I’m not about to let this moment slip through my fingers.

Dmitri reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the key to the handcuffs. He unlocks them, freeing my wrist so that he can pin my hands down against the pillows on either side of my head.

I want to reach out to him and touch him, but I don’t protest as he holds me down, his lips working wonders on the sensitive skin of my neck.

Dmitri nudges my thighs apart as he settles on his knees between them, his hips pressing down on mine.

The friction coaxes a soft moan from me as I tilt my head back. I still can’t believe this is happening, but the pleasure makes my brain hazy. I can’t think straight when he touches me like this.

Dmitri releases my hands for a moment to pull my shirt off, but they’re immediately pinned back down as he lowers his mouth to one of my nipples. His tongue teasingly swirls around the hardening peak before his lips wrap around it, sucking hard.

I arch my back, following his touch as bolts of pleasure shoot throughout my body. My thighs tighten around him, holding him close as his erection presses against my center through our clothes. Too many clothes.

Dmitri moves to the other nipple, not saying a word but speaking through his touch, like he’s cherishing me. He lightly drags his teeth across my nipple, making me gasp before he sucks it back into his mouth.

I draw in a deep breath as his hand moves down my stomach and dips under the waist of my pants and panties. The moment his fingertips graze over my clit, my entire body tenses with the ecstasy.