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“I want a lot of things from you. As for now, I want you to tell me who the fuck you were talking to at Duffy’s.”
“I told you, he was a childhood friend.”
“You sure? He looked like a little more than that.” His hand tightened on my hair, and my scalp burned, although his words were light, indifferent.
The nerve of him to question me. He was being unbearably obstinate, and I didn’t understand his train of thought. There was nothing sexual in my exchange with Nicu. “I already told you. He’s a close friend.”
“How close? Because when I watched you with him…” His barely contained voice trailed off as if he would lose it.
“Why do you care?”
“Sorina, you’re skating on very thin ice.” He pressed against me with a hand flat on my lower back, and his erection slid across my ass. I bucked against him, and he hissed, “He is someone you care about.”
I bit my lip, and my body pulsed with anticipation as the thin ice splintered and spread like spider webs. “Yes. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
A low rumble came from his throat, and the material of my blouse tightened against my chest. Suddenly, a drawn-out rip pierced the air, sending shivers down my spinal cord. The fabric drooped lifelessly against my skin, until it drifted beneath me, and cool air grazed my breasts. “Dmitri?” My eyes widened as he leaned in by my ear, and his hand slid from my ponytail to my throat, holding my head in place.
“Do you get off on driving me to the brink?” His other hand slid over my side until he cupped my breast and squeezed. “Is that it?” Then he pinched my nipple, hard. “You like playing games with me, don’t you?”
My throat felt thick, and the words I wanted to say were lost when he soothed the sting. The fact that I liked it was disturbing—about as disturbing as him in general. His hand at my throat caressed my skin while his other drifted down my stomach, popping open the button of my shorts. Goose bumps flittered over my skin. Then a sharp hiss buzzed in the air as my shorts loosened, and he dragged them down over my ass until they slipped down my thighs, draping at my bent knees.
“Who is he to you?” He ran a finger over the strip of my thong and settled over the one spot no one had ever touched. I inhaled sharply.
“A close friend.”
“So close he almost had you in tears?” he rasped, as his finger slipped under the material, and I felt more pressure at my tight hole. “Why? Did he break your heart?”
“No,” I squeaked, not ready to go there, if that’s where he was headed. “Don’t. You don’t understand.”
“Not yet. But I will understand…eventually.” He wrenched my thong until the lace at my hip dug into my skin. Snap went the fabric. In a flash, he flipped me over and tossed my shorts aside. I was stripped. Completely naked. He watched me while I tried to cover myself, feeling very self-conscious. I should’ve been wary, frightened even, but deep down, I knew he would never hurt me.
Dmitri’s tongue trailed over his bottom lip, and his dilated pupils were filled with hunger. “Krasivaya. You are so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He bent over me with both hands flattened by my head. He nosed into my neck. “I don’t know what it is about you, Sorina, that makes me lose my goddamn mind.” His lips trailed down my skin. “I don’t like this feeling.” His hand moved over my breast. “I don’t like this feeling at all,” he growled, and his mouth closed over my nipple and sucked hard.
I arched my back and clutched his broad shoulders. “That makes two of us,” I whimpered.
Soon, two fingers were pressed inside my pussy. My breath hitched, feeling a fullness I’d never known. “It pisses me off how I can’t stop thinking about you. How I can’t stand seeing another man around you.” He pulsed his fingers deep inside and pumped them hard. “How I wanted to kill yourpreciousfriend, and I haven’t ruled it out yet.”
He was still seething while his fingers scissored inside me, and I moaned embarrassingly loud. “Don’t stop.” The words were wrenched from me, and I glanced down between us, watching as he pumped his hand back and forth. His thumb traced my clit, causing me to see stars as pleasure sizzled through my veins.
Abruptly withdrawing his hand, he leaned back on his knees. I opened my mouth, startled, like an addict being cut off. “Why did you stop?”
He slowly licked his fingers, staring at me almost as if he hated me. “I don’t like how your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” His words were harsh as he sucked his finger clean.
“Is that what you said the other night when you spoke in Russian?”
“No.”
“What did you say?”
His eyes narrowed, and he ducked his head, glancing off to the side. “Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
“You’re a liar, too.”
I ignored his comment, desperate to know what he said in Russian the other night. “Tell me what you said.”
He kept his gaze trained on the wall, and his words were gruff. “My downfall. You taste like my downfall.”
