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“Dmitri, I have a psychology paper that’s due tonight, which I’ve barely started.”
He traced his finger over my nose. “Procrastinating until the last minute? I’m shocked.”
I smiled and touched the raised scars hidden under his tattoo. “I know. It’s been a very crazy week.” In more ways than one. “But you’re not helping things by keeping me here, trapped in your room.”
He climbed over me and spread my wrists above my head with his hands. “It’s not my problem you didn’t plan ahead.” He loomed over my face with a smug look.
“I’m serious.”
“What is the topic of this paper? Maybe I can help you. Psychology was an easy class for me.”
Of course, it was. He was one of those people who was successful at whatever he did. I was kind of jealous of that fact. Besides, psychology seemed to be right up his alley, knowing him and how he operated. “Nature versus nurture.”
There was a gleam in his eyes as he seemed to contemplate his thoughts and nodded slowly. “It’s quite simple when you think about it.” Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me over onto my stomach. “I think it’s easier to explain my take on it by demonstration.” He gripped my hips and tugged my ass in the air as my knees hit the mattress. I knew this was an underhanded way to have sex again, and his “take” would be less than helpful to me as far as research for my paper.
When he rubbed his erection against my entrance, I wasn’t thinking about the stupid paper that accounted for a third of my grade. I’d lost my brain cells. He slid his hand around my throat, and his lips were at my ear. “It’s in mynatureto fuck you senseless, and after, I willnurtureyou like a precious treasure. As for the rest of all that highbrow bullshit…who gives a fuck?” He drove into me and tilted my head to the side as he bit into my neck, sucking hard.
My nails dug into the mattress. “Oh. Dmitri. Yes.” How he could leave me babbling like a hot mess was beyond me. I would’ve done anything for him to bring me to the brink again.
He withdrew and slammed into me again. “I want to wreck you completely and then put all of your pretty little pieces back together.” With his large hand still at my throat, he pulled me against his chest as he pounded into me. “I will never get enough of you.”
I could feel my muscles tighten as a slow burn built up into a blazing fire. Physically, I never knew I could have so many orgasms within the span of twenty-four hours. “You’re killing me,” I moaned as pleasure singed my nerves. I was so close to falling over the edge I would’ve collapsed if he wasn’t holding me against him.
“And I’m going to kill you some more,” he growled. He curled my chin toward his mouth and drove his tongue inside in a crazed kiss. I cried into his mouth as my orgasm consumed me. I was so submerged in post-coital bliss, staying in bed with him sounded like a sane idea. Beg him to ruin me again, or even admit I could stay like this all day. He was still moving inside of me as I sank to my elbows and rested my cheek on the pillow.
“I’m not finished.” He gripped the back of my neck and wrapped his other hand over my pelvis, adjusting me at another angle, where he thrust in even deeper. God, he really was going to kill me by orgasm or puncturing an organ with his huge dick. Regardless, a spark tingled at my core, and I gasped as his fingers pressed into my clit. “I won’t stop until I make you come again.” His voice was rough, and his cock was unforgiving as he fucked me with no mercy.
The pressure rose to a crescendo, and I opened my mouth to cry out but made no sound. However, I clenched against him and shook so much from this climax I thought I would pass out or drop dead.
He slowed his pace but pushed into me with long, deep strokes. His grip tightened around my neck. “Fuck, Sorina.” He sounded as though he were in agony, and soon I felt his hot warmth spilling inside of me as his pelvis erratically slammed against my ass. His breathing was heavy as he pulled out and fell down beside me.
Our breathing started to slow to normal, and he kissed my forehead gently. “Let me clean you up now.” Just like he did before, he grabbed a damp towel and took his time gently wiping me, as if I truly were a precious treasure. When he finished, he kissed his way up my body. By this time, he was semi-hard again, and I really needed to get out of this bed and do something productive with my class work—with my life, at this point.
“I have to go.” My words sounded almost morose because I really wished we could just freeze time and stay in this little, oblivious bubble a little longer.
“Fine.” Kiss. “But let’s get something to eat first.” Another kiss. “Then, I’ll take you home.” His lips lingered over mine.
“I mean it this time.”
“I know.” He slowly rolled off me.
How was I going to walk out of here without one of the thirty—slight exaggeration—people who lived here seeing me? Panic began to rise in my chest. “How can I leave without being seen?”
He seemed less than concerned and peered around the room. “I could roll you up in that rug over there and carry you out.”
I slapped him on the arm. “Can you be serious for one second?”
“Oh, I can be very serious where you are concerned.” He stood up and gathered my bra and panties and dropped them on the bed. “Just try me.”
I glanced up at the ceiling, playing off his comment, before I gathered my garments and started slipping them on. It dawned on me how Dmitri had literally ripped the shirt off my back last night. “You destroyed my new top.” I scowled at him in annoyance because I really did love that blouse. I held up the ripped lace that used to be my thong in my other hand. “And my thong.”
He drew up his athletic shorts and went over to his dresser and found a T-shirt. “Here.” He tossed it on the bed. “I’ll buy you all the lingerie in the world. But for now, I’ll have to settle on the image of your sensitive pussy chafing in those tight denim shorts.”
I blushed. Gulping, I stared down at his shirt. “You’re going to run out of football shirts if you keep giving them to me.”
He shrugged. “I have an abundance of them, and besides…” He roved his eyes over me as I drew the shirt over my head and shoved my arms through the armholes. “I love seeing you wear my number.” He leisurely scanned his eyes over me and groaned. “I want to fuck you again.”
Never taking his eyes off me, he stalked over to the bed and clasped his hands around my ankles, jerking me to the edge of the bed.
