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This is crazy. If ever I needed a sign, it’d be up in bright, flashing lights above Dimitri’s head screamingwhat are you waiting forright about now.
We’re all alone at home.
There are no witnesses.
I could easily sneak past Boris and the rest of the security team before any of them realized what I’d done. Dimitri’s defenses are down. Hetrustsme. I could finally go through with the last part of my plan and avenge my father…
Instead, I leave the door to my bedroom open and listen for his footsteps. Dimitri enters and shuts the door, locking it behind him as I start toward the ensuite. There’s a dark amusement in his eyes, a wickedness in his smirk. The tiny voice in the back of my brain keeps telling me to do it. There’s still time. I can think of a hundred different ways I could get the jump on him.
An even louder, hungrier voice drowns the first one out.
I pull my shirt up and off, more than aware of how he watches like a viper waiting to strike. My pants come off next, fabric pooling at my feet. My bra is the next item to go, delicate lace sliding over my skin. My nipples harden against the cool bedroom air, goosebumps breaking out over my skin as Dimitri takes a single step forward.
“Keep going,” he growls, eyeing my undies.
I shake my head. “Come over here and take them off yourself.”
He pounces, a starving lion ready to feast. Before I know it, his arms are wrapped around me, his lips forcefully crashing against mine. The juxtaposition fascinates me. On the outside, he’s nothing but a gentleman. Cheerful, charismatic, and easy to be around. When it comes to matters of the bedroom, however…
He’s abeast.
Dimitri’s hands move with aggressive purpose, greedily grabbing my breasts, my ass, my thighs. His demanding mouth leaves me dizzy, unable to catch my breath. He takes and takes and takes—it’s a good thing I want to give.
Dimitri lifts me and carries me into the bathroom, hastily setting me down on the cold counter. He rips my underwear off, tearing them off my body unapologetically before tossing them over his shoulder. Even though I told him to do it, I can’t help but whine a little in protest.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he says, sucking hard on my bottom lip. “A new set. Hell, I’ll buy you the whole damn store if you want me to.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Anything you want,” he says firmly. “I’ll give it to you.”
My heart sings, beating so hard and fast I can barely hear myself over the rush of blood past my ears. I wrap my legs around his hips, combing my fingers through his hair as he mouths at the crook of my neck, sucking hard enough that it’s just shy of painful.
I actually love it when he’s rough. There was a time when I wouldn’t have been able to stand the pain, but if it’s him, I don’t mind so much. In fact, I crave it. It gives a little something extra to an already insatiable want.
The way his fingers dig into my skin. The way he purposefully leaves marks all over. The way he moves me where he wants and kisses me how he likes and touches me as if he’s laid claim to every inch of my body.
His every action screams possession, neediness, and control—all things onlyIcan give to him. It makes me feel fucking special. Like he could never find what we have anywhere else. I alone can give him this pleasure, this release, and he knows it. That’s why he grabs me a little harder, holds me a little tighter. We’re the only ones who can scratch each other’s itch.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. “I’ve wanted to taste this pussy all day.”
His deep voice makes me quiver, knees trembling as my pussy weeps with want. Dimitri is a sight to behold as he gets down on his knees, the perfect height to settle himself between my thighs.
I want to curse that devilish mouth of his. Or, more specifically, his wild and skillful tongue. To say he reads me like a book isn’t accurate. He reads me like a sheet of music, his command and understanding of rhythm and dynamics unrivaled by even the most gifted of conductors. He knows when to ease off, when to apply more pressure, when to add his fingers.
My voice no longer sounds like my own. I’m lost to my pleasure, one hand roughly grabbing Dimitri by the hair while the other grips the counter’s edge. A tight coil of pressure builds within me, growing hotter and brighter with every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers. Climax hits me hard, so sudden and overwhelming that spots crisscross my vision. The satisfying exhaustion that follows soothes every fiber of my being.
Dimitri rises, quick to press his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his lips, on his tongue.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, hands roaming over my exposed skin. “Hearing you scream my name is addicting.”
“Dimitri—”
“We’ve been over this. That’s not what you call me.”
I nibble my bottom lip, gasping when he reaches out to tease my nipples between his fingers. “Sir,” I correct myself. “Sir, please, take your clothes off.”
He takes a single step back. “You want me naked that bad? Do it yourself.”
