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Dmitri worked me over until I was a shivering mess, my cock leaking as I bucked backward, pleading for his cock. He didn’t make me wait longer than I had to, Dmitri shoving his pants down and angling his cock at my hole. “Breathe, Love. There you go. God, you’re so fucking perfect.”
He was a stretch, as I knew he would be, Dmitri sinking in, inch by inch. My head fell forward to the counter as I thrust my ass backward, the man slipping in fully and his hips colliding with my ass. His cock hit my sweet spot and as worked up as I was, I came instantly, groaning as my fists clenched and unclenched against the counter.
Fucking hell.
I was stuffed.
There was no other explanation.
This man was going to tear me apart with his cock in the most delicious of ways and I was here for it. Dmitri continued running his hands down my back as he gave me time to get accustomed to his length, my thighs trembling with the shock of my orgasm. He wasn’t laughing and he didn’t make me feel rushed, waiting until my breath returned to normal.
His cock twitched as I propped myself up on the counter, my ass pushing against him involuntarily. “Move,” I ground out, my voice strained. My head fell forward again as Dmitri gladly obliged, one of his hands settling on my waist and the other perched against the counter so I couldn’t so much as budge. He was in charge of this moment and fuck if I didn’t just let him use me.
He began to pump in and out of my ass with slow, languid strokes, his cock dragging along my walls until I was whimpering for release again. My cock ached as I tried to rub up against the counter for friction, Dmitri’s hold keeping me from that sweet relief.
“You can come again, Rhys. I know you can.” He thrust forward a little harder and I cried out as he hit that spot again, my entire body shaking as I gripped onto the counter. His cock thickened inside of me as he continued, his strokes slowly becoming sloppy, his grunts becoming a little more forceful. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up so good tonight, Rhys. Make you forget anyone else who’s been inside you. After tonight, the only name on your lips is going to be ours.”
And with that, I came again, screaming until my voice echoed through my kitchen, Dmitri spilling into my ass until his release was dripping down my thighs.
I sagged against the counter, spent and unsure of what to do next. “That… fireworks,” I said, lamely, unable to think of anything else.
Dmitri laughed as he slid out of me, two fingers pushing his escaping cum back into my hole. I jerked forward at the overstimulation, his movements hastening as he continued to massage and prod until I was shaking. “Please. God, I need a break.”
That brought on another laugh as he gathered me up in his arms and stomped toward the bedroom. “Love, I haven’t even started.”
Chapter twenty-eight
RHYS
Once again, I woke up being crushed against a muscled chest, groaning when I pulled away and a thin trail of saliva followed.Fuck.That was some seriously unsexy shit as I hastily wiped my mouth and moved to wipe off Dmitri’s chest. That’s when I realized he was awake and he watched that entire five-second freakout.
“Don’t worry,” He chuckled, “I quite like your juices. Come here.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and dragged me closer, intending to kiss me but I pushed against him.
“What? No.Morning breath.”
“Didn’t say I cared,” he mumbled against my lips as he rolled me over onto my back and draped himself over my side. I squirmed beneath him, whimpering when his hand slid beneath the covers and grabbed my cock. “Mmm, delicious.” It was cheesy at best but coming from Dmitri, it was fucking sexy. I hated how easy it was for them to take me apart without even trying.
“Need… to pee,” I breathed out, finally pushing him away and racing to the bathroom attached to my room. I spent five minutes washing my face to wake up, trying to see if any of this was real.It is. They’re yours.A giddy smile slipped onto my face as I patted my hair down and ventured back into the bedroom, disappointed to see Dmitri gone.
However, when I made it to the living room after shoving on a new pair of boxers and a shirt, I wasn’t sure what to make of the two delicious men sprawled on my couches, Paval fanned out over Valentyn’s chest. Dmitri popped his head out of the kitchen, the fucking French bastard still shirtless. The sandwich from last night was hanging from his lips. “Apparently, a few things have changed since we got home yesterday. I’ll let Val tell you.”
“That sounds bad.”
He shrugged. “Could be. What do you want for breakfast?”
I stared at Valentyn a little closer, wondering if the tightness in his face had to do with the reason he was on my couch and not at home. “You know why they’re here.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. I wasn’t dumb but I also didn’t know how far I could press the matter without upsetting Dmitri, especially after finding out that everything was connected.
“Love, I don’t know all the details. Come eat something, alright? I’m sure the smell of food will wake them up.”
Ireallydidn’t like the sound of that. It had to be Owen, right? That was the only reason. I took a step back, eyes wide with a fear I didn’t understand. “Um, I’ll be right back.” Running to my office, I shut the door, waiting for the inevitable panic to bring me to my knees. Owen wasn’t even here and he was still plaguing my mind. The fact that Dmitri wanted us all together before I was told why they were here was suspicious at best.
There was a knock on my door, my terrified ass scampering onto the couch, just as my phone lit up. I answered without thinking, staring forward and wondering if Dmitri was just going to open my door. I hadn’t even locked it.
“Rhys?” My expression changed, dread consuming me as I went to hang up, the voice filtering through the earpiece. “Don’t hang up, baby. Shit, I really made a mess of things, didn’t I?” I didn’t even know what to say to that as I curled up in a little ball, trying to block out his voice. I hit the end button but it didn’t make him go away. He was back, invading my fragile mind as I grabbed the pillow and folded it over my head.No. No. No. No…
A nightmare flooded into my head, one that just helped confirm why I was so fucking terrified of him.
It was supposed to be a whatever-month anniversary since we had met but it had devolved into Owen asking rapid-fire questions about my work, questions that I couldn’t answer without revealing classified information. The problem was that Owen knew that. He knew I couldn’t talk about it and he was still pressing.
