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“You like taking risks, don’t you?” I dug my teeth into my bottom lip when he leaned over me, and his mouth closed over my nipple, covered by my white peasant blouse, and he clenched down hard.
“Only when they’re worth it,” he growled and sucked leisurely. I was going to have to change my shirt before I met with Arty. I felt my shorts loosen at my waist as his hand slipped under my panties.
“Dmitri…” The warning was lost when he touched me. Why did he have this control over me? Arty could walk in on us at any moment. We were taking stupid chances, and yet I lost my head, despite being normally rational. I became a cliché with his touch and apparently didn’t care as I moved my hips closer, needing more from him. He lifted his head and rose up to his full height with a look of complete satisfaction passing over his sultry mouth before he drove two fingers inside me. He was a man who loved getting his way.
However, I was getting my way, too, whether I wanted to admit it or not. What we were doing was dangerous, and yet I craved the promise of another orgasm more. The anticipation, the heightened awareness of my sensuality he evoked, and his merciless ministrations with the promise of bringing me to fulfillment, breaking all sense of self-awareness, before I floated down to Earth in bliss. He said he loved to see me fall apart, and I was more than willing to show him how easily I broke.
“There it is,” he rumbled, hitting the spot that would certainly set me off as he stared down at me like I was the most fascinating creature in the world. His words almost sounded muted because I was focused on reaching that high again. His fingers pumped faster, and wetness puddled between my thighs. “The look on your face before you fall apart, Sorina, will always be burned in my brain.” He curled his fingers inside me, and my mouth fell open as I knew I was teetering over the edge.
The cry at the back of my throat was uncontrollable, yet he captured my mouth, keeping it between us. My legs were wobbly as I still trembled, and his fingers ruthlessly continued moving inside me. “You are my addiction,zaychik,” he rasped against my mouth.
He pulled back and brought the hand that was inside me up to his mouth. Licking slowly, he stared down at me, and desire burned bright in his eyes.
Suddenly, he dropped down before me, wrapping his hands around my hips. He leaned in and planted a kiss on the front panel of my panties over my clit. “Your pleasure is mine.” Kiss. “Your cries are mine.” Kiss. “Your pain is mine.” His kiss lingered. “Everything is mine.” There was such desperation in his tone, as if he needed to convince me of something I already knew. His body was tense and all-consuming as he now clutched me against him like he was a little boy who feared being abandoned.
“I am yours,” I murmured, threading my hands through his dark hair, and my chest constricted at seeing his vulnerability embedded in those possessive words.
“You don’t understand.” His words held a caustic tone as he gazed up at me, piercing me with his dark eyes. “Youalwayswere.”
I slid a hand from his hair, trailing it down to his cheek, soothing the harshness in his face, fighting the tears that were threatening to fall at his admission. The words I wanted to say were heavy on my tongue,I love you. Yet, I held them in. “You’d better go.”
“Maybe later,” he murmured and ran his mouth over my mound, taking his time. “I’m still hungry.” My head fell to the side, and I clutched his head. Succumbing to his wicked touch once more.
I heard two knocks on my door and startled in trepidation before it opened. “Sorina, I wanted…” Arty’s words trailed off as he froze in place and looked between Dmitri and me in disbelief.
Sorina
The silence in the room was deafening as words failed to come out. My hands fell to my side. But the realization was setting in. Arty’s face reddened, and I could see the slight tremor in his body as he stood tense before his face turned ugly, and he glared at Dmitri. He threw out words in Russian that sounded harsh, even though I knew not what he was saying, but the intent was clear. Angry words. Threatening words. He pointed a shaky finger at him. “You.”
Dmitri closed his eyes briefly, not bothering to look at his father, and he righted my shorts, making me decent, but the evidence was already there. The damage was already done. My cheeks were flushed, and I could still feel the wet spot of the fabric of my shirt clinging to my breast where he had devoured me. Chills coursed down my spine.
“Arty?”
He ignored me as he continued to fume, taking a few steps closer. His attention was now completely leveled on Dmitri, who rose up and faced him.
“Is this how you take care of her?” He clenched his fists. He was livid. How did I even harbor the thought he wouldn’t be? What could we say? He’d caught us in a compromising position.
“It was never my intention for this to happen.”
“You liar,” Arty sneered at him. “You knew exactly what you were doing. I trusted you. I wanted you to protect her like a sister, and yet you deceived me and took advantage of her.” He looked like he was about to kill him. “I should’ve known this would happen. I should’ve listened to my gut instinct. Instead, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.”
“You don’t understand,” I interjected.
“Stay out of this, Sorina, you know not what you are talking about,” Artynom growled at me. He’d never used that tone of voice with me before.
“Don’t blame her.” Dmitri closed in on the path between Arty and me, blocking me as if he were my bodyguard.
Arty’s already red face almost turned purple. “I do not blame her.” He clasped Dmitri’s T-shirt beneath his fists. “The fault lies entirely with you.”
Dmitri glanced at me, not fazed by Arty, who looked like he was about to destroy him. He rasped softly, “It was my fault. I didn’t mean to fall for her.”
My breath caught in my throat, and his words curled around my heart. However, before I could acknowledge what he’d said, Arty raised his right hand in vengeance. “You fucking selfish piece of shit,” he growled and struck Dmitri in the side of his face. “You took advantage of her. You knew who she was to me, to us, and still took advantage of her.” Arty slammed his fist into Dmitri’s face again, and I cringed, never seeing him in this light. He’d never cursed in front of me or ever exhibited violence. Arty’d never raised his voice.
Who I was to him?
Dmitri absorbed the hit, not showing any signs of retaliating, because if he did, it would be devastating. He wasn’t going to fight Arty. If he truly fought back, there would be no question who would be the victor, but I winced watching him. After taking several more blows, he straightened to his full height, swiping at the blood that drizzled down his chin and said slowly, “You want to take this out on me? Fine. I will gladly shoulder the burden, but you may as well kill me because I’m not giving her up.”
The vein at Arty’s temple pulsed wildly, and his face was scarlet with fury. Almost purple. He drew his hand up and backhanded Dmitri across the face. “How can you say this? This isyour sister!”
