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“I will have somebody over there find them and get their information for you,” He says, a smile on his face. He takes his phone out, typing a message before putting it away. “C’mon, Moss. Let’s go take a shower before we need to leave. Viktor is already bitching about us not being there.”

He says ‘take a shower’ like we’re a married couple getting ready for dinner. Walking to the bedroom, he stops me in the middle, his hands on my hips, gripping the seam of my shirt before pulling it over my head, my breasts contained in the lacy black bra.

I continue to the bathroom, and he follows, taking his own shirt off and shrugging out of his pants. I take my pants off once I get into the bathroom, revealing the lacy matching black panties.

He groans behind me, slapping my ass before going to start the water. Stepping out, he walks towards me, a hungry glint in his dark eyes.

I want to eat this man alive. His muscles move with every step he takes, skin rippling over them. His hands circle my waist and pull me towards him, cupping my thighs and lifting me onto him.

I’ve never felt this way, and never wanted to, but he changed everything. My mindset on life, love, and happiness. I want it all to be with him. I want him to be the one that brings me that.

My legs circle his waist, arms going around his neck as he carries us to the shower, stepping under the warm water, soaking our remaining clothes.

He sets me down before pushing me against the glass wall that leads down to the busy streets of New York at night.

We didn’t bother turning the light on, so the only way we see each other is the glow of the building lights. They cast shadows on his face, showing every feature of his moving face. The small scar that runs along his cheek, the slight upward tip of his lips when he looks at me, the sparkle in his eyes that only appears when we’re together.

One of his hands trails my back, stopping at the clip of my bra and unsnapping it with two fingers. I don’t even want to know where he learned that. His fingers hook in the top of my underwear, pushing them down my legs at a punishing pace. “Riot,” I whine, my pussy growing increasingly needy.

“My name is Dmitri. You use that name when you speak to just me,” he growls, moving each of my feet to step out of my soaked panties. He wants me to call him Dmitri, not Riot. Fuck, just the thought of calling him his actual name turns me on impossibly more.

One of his fingers traces the mess between my thighs, coating two fingers before barely inserting them. I groan at him for not inserting them all the way. He takes them out all the way at my protest. A smirk tips at his lips before he puts his large hands on my shoulders and turns me around so I’m facing the city.

Grabbing a hip with one hand and pushing on my upper back with the other, he pulls my hips out so I’m more bent over, keeping pressure on my upper back. My nipples press against the cool glass, pebbling at the temperature.

I scream when I feel his palm come down hard on my ass, rubbing it afterward to soothe the burn slightly.

He does this several more times, soothing it after every smack. “I love turning your perky ass this shade of red. It looks fucking beautiful,” he whispers. I hear the plop of wet clothing on the floor, and I assume he just took off his boxers.

My hips buck as I feel the tip of his cock poke at my center. He runs his head up and down my slit, coating it in my juices before thrusting in me, his balls slapping my clit.

He rears his hips back, his fingers weaving through my hair, pulling me so my back is flush with his front. “You feel so fucking good, I want to bury myself in your wet pussy for the rest of my life,” he grunts in my ear, nipping at the lobe. I moan in response as he starts moving, his fingers circling my body to my clit. He rubs in circles, pulling my hair more, so my head is resting on his shoulder as he pounds into me.

I feel the crest of my orgasm, approaching fast as his hips slam on mine, fingers working my clit like a controller. His hand lets go of my hair, reaching my breast. His hand fondles my boob, teasing my nipple with light flicks. A needy plea comes out of my mouth, and he pinches it hard, electricity sparking through my body.

“Dmitri!” I scream. My body warms to the feeling of fire on my skin as my orgasm crashes through me. My pussy throbs like crazy, milking Dmitri’s cock for everything it has when he stills inside me.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, Moss.” He kisses my neck, sucking on the skin there. I don’t say anything as he washes us up and gets us dressed to leave.

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Chapter Twenty

Fine Again - Seether

Riot

Penelope fell asleep a few minutes ago, lying carefully next to Mama on her bed. Penelope is small enough to fit on there, and Mama doesn’t even feel her, so I didn’t see any issue with her lying down.

I’ve been sitting here staring at her, the way her chest rises and falls. She twitches a lot in her sleep. I know there have been a few times her toes have found my ass, and I wake up ready to kill whoever the fuck is touching it until I see she’s doing it in her sleep.

I wake to someone whispering, “Dmitri!” the hushed voice yells. I open my eyes to see Penelope propped up on her arm, a smiling Mama caressing her hair. I stand up, my chair almost knocking back. “Mama! You’re awake,” I say, kneeling next to her bed and taking her free hand in mine. She smiles weakly and puts her hand over her throat. I take that as a sign of her being thirsty and go bark at one of the nurses to get her water.

Once a nurse brings her water, and she drinks two cups, my face turns serious. “Who did this to you?” Her eyes seem far away, like she’s lost in thought, trying to remember the events that led up to her being shot.

“It was Adrian’s son. His name is Marcus,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and groggy. “He’s planning on killing you the day I wake up, so today. He didn’t intend for me to hear that, but I did. He’s been watching you boys, and he more than likely knows I’m awake now,” she comments, my blood running cold.