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The phone call was shorter than she’d imagined, her heartbeat kicking up to a faster gallop when Dmitri clicked off his phone, dropping it to the cushions next to him.
With a deep sigh, he sat back, looking up at the vaulted ceiling for a moment. “You know… they never give you any training on how to tell someone a member of his family is dead. I feel like I just killed part ofKellen.”
Maybe it went better than he’d thought it would?
“Told me my life was forfeit.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Dmitri glanced over at her finally. “But considering our long-standing alliance, I’ll be allowed to hand myself over to Coulee at the time and place of my choosing.”
That wasn’t what she expected either. “Does that mean you could, I don’t know, just drag it out for… forever?”
“Technically? Sure.” He dropped his hands to the couch. “In reality? Nope. His patiencewillrun out. And probably sooner rather than later.”
“Where does that leave us then?”
The corners of his mouth curled up into a wan, world-weary smile. “What’s thisusyou speak of?”
The hot blush at her cheeks made her grit her teeth, and though she looked down in a vain attempt to conceal it, she cleared her throat loudly, determined not to show weakness to him.
“I mean… I’m your prisoner, am I not?” Saying it out loud didn’t sting anymore. If anything, what struck her most about it was how hollow the term seemed.
Could she truly call herself a captive of Dmitri? After all that had happened?
Don’t be stupid, agent. That’s your pussy talking. And she’s a fucking liar.
Then he swiveled toward her, his legs spread wide, the huge, hard bar of his erection clearly outlined against the faded denim of his blue jeans, the mouth-watering length of him running along the inner stretch of his left thigh. “How about you tell me, agent.Wouldyou run, if I gave you the chance again?”
“You know I would.”
Neither one of them believed her words though.
He grunted at that. “Maybe, maybe not. But I can tell you something that’s not uncertain at all. Your cunt. I can smell it all the way over here—and it’sflooding. Your slick is relentless now, isn’t it? Your new constant companion anytime you’re within shouting distance of me. Tell me I’m lying, agent.”
Her response was little more than a lost whisper. “Y-you—fuck you.” She couldn’t stop staring at that cock—so huge, so hard, so ready for her.
If you’d only have the sense to go after it.
It would stretch her, hurt her, that cock. And even as it unsettled her, the thought only made her clit throb anew, the gusset of her yoga pants already wet.
Dmitri rose to his feet, striding slowly over to her, his erection tenting the crotch of his jeans. The dark, short-sleeved shirt he now wore molded itself to every angle and hard, muscular plane of his torso, his massive shoulders seeming to want to tear their way out of the tight embrace of the fabric. The light caught at the ends of his stubble as he stood over her, making it seem as if his facial hair was almost alight with the sun’s fire. His deep-set dark eyes bored into her, the feral, animal drive within him coming to the fore more with each passing second.
“I think it’s time we address that acid tongue of yours. Get up.”
Rather than protest, Stacy stared up at him, her need suddenly dramatically ramped up into the stratosphere as she drank him in.
So close… oh God, so close.
Her hands trembled and she clamped them to her pants, desperately trying to hide the evidence of his effect on her.
“Up, agent. What you’ve got coming will be bad enough. Don’t make it worse with more silly defiance.”
“Are you going to… fuck me again? Hurt me?” She didn’t want to admit what even the thought of that was doing to her pussy. Had she soakedallthe way through the crotch of her pants?
Shockingly, he touched her face, his palm warm and gentle as he caressed her. “You want that don’t you, omega? And that frightens you, what that might say about you. But it’s okay. I understand. Iknow.”
He breathed deeply, and she blushed, looking away.
“Stop denying what’s happening. You have to accept the truth. This is you—and this is going to happen.”
The fire and depth of his eyes was something she feared to look directly upon lest she become lost in them. “W-what… is going… to happen?”
