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I give him a startled look that makes him let out a deep laugh. “Something wrong?” he asks, keeping up the fast rhythm he’s moving me in.
“Okay, you win,” I pant, knowing I’m close to the point of no return. “You can stop now.”
“Or what?” he asks, throwing my words back at me.
I let out a soft moan that is thankfully covered by the loud music around us. Darting a quick look around, it doesn’t seem like anyone has noticed what’s happening, but that doesn’t mean I want to come right here in the damn club. At least I don’t think I do. The way he’s staring at me is making me quickly forget about everything else.
“You started this, Belova,” he reminds me before giving my bottom lip a soft bite.
“Maybe you should take me upstairs and finish it,” I tell him, giving his lip a quick flick of my tongue.
“Or maybe I should make my wicked girl come right here in front of everyone at club.”
His hands tighten their grip on my ass, and he knows just as well as I do how close I am.
“Please, Dima,” I whisper against his lips. “I don’t want anyone to see that but you.”
His face softens, and he immediately stops moving me. Without a word, he stands, taking me with him and walks us out of the club. I wrap my arms around his neck, smiling when he carefully tucks my dress under me to make sure no one is getting an eyeful of ass. Resting my face against his neck, I let out a contented sigh when I take in a big lungful of his intoxicating scent. He gives my ass a pat when I kiss the tender skin at the crook of his neck.
We pass through the door that leads into the Red Wolf, and Dmitri stops to say something to Anton in Russian. Anton and I haven’t spent any time together since he dropped me off the night of the fight. He was very quiet, and I can’t tell if that’s because that’s just how he is or if it’s because he doesn’t speak English very well.
Anton laughs at whatever Dima said and shuts the door behind us, leaving us alone in the gym with only the faded thumping of bass to hint at the club’s existence beyond that door. Now that we’re alone, Dima quickly snakes his hands back under my dress, cupping my ass in a firm, possessive grip. I run my tongue up his neck, giving his earlobe a soft suck that makes him let out a deep groan.
He walks us over to the boxing ring, and I let out a startled yelp when he turns me around in one quick motion and leans me against the ring. I’m bent over, my top half resting on the floor of the ring with my toes barely touching the floor. I hear the sound of his zipper seconds before I feel his hands run up my thighs, pulling my dress over my ass. He lets out a deep groan, roughly shoves my panties aside, and slams into me with enough force to make me yell out and grab onto the ropes above me for support.
His hands on my hips are like steel, and they’re the only thing keeping me in place. My toes aren’t even touching the floor now. I’m completely at his mercy and loving every second of it. He slams into me even harder, and when he slides a hand around to rub my clit, it doesn’t take long before I’m screaming his name.
“That is right, wicked girl,” he says, his voice so strained and accent so thick I can barely recognize it. “Tell everyone who you belong to.”
He doesn’t go easy on me, pounding into me in a relentless rhythm that quickly has me screaming his name again. This time, I take him with me, milking him of everything he’s got until we’re both spent and gasping for air. Still inside me, he leans over, kissing and licking his way up my back before giving the nape of my neck a soft bite. I’m too exhausted to move, but I reach my hands back and rest them on his head, stroking his short, buzzed hair.
We stay like that for a few minutes before he finally kisses my cheek and slowly slides out of me. When I make no effort to get up, he laughs and carefully picks me back up, cradling me in his strong arms.
“Come on, beautiful. Time for bed.”
I smile and cuddle into him even more. The comforting, steady beat of his heart has me almost falling asleep by the time we get back to his room. He carries me upstairs and sets me down on the bed before gently pulling my shoes off. I lay back and watch as he strips down to nothing before crawling into bed next to me. If I had any energy left, I’d be crawling on top of him, but I’m more exhausted than I think I’ve ever been in my life, so instead I pull my dress off and toss it on the floor.
He eyes me hungrily but doesn’t say anything, just opens his arm to me, smiling when I quickly mold my body to his, hooking my leg over his strong thigh and resting my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head, and I lean up so I can give him a kiss goodnight.
Resting my palm against his face, I run my thumb over his stubbled cheek.
“What book were you reading the night that I was hiding under your bed?”
The memory of that night makes him smile as he reaches over to the nightstand and picks up the novel that’s sitting there. He holds it up, showing me the Russian title. I can read enough to guess at what it is.
“The Master and Margarita?” I ask.
He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Very good, Belova. Are you trying to learn Russian?”
“I’ve always wished that my dad had taught me and my younger brother, so I decided to start trying to learn it on my own. I also was hoping that one day I’d get to talk to you. That was a pretty good motivator,” I admit with a laugh.
“I am happy to help you learn,” he says, giving my forehead another kiss.
I tell him thank you in Russian which only makes his smile grow.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.”
I laugh and give his chest a kiss.
