“You let me worry about that,” I murmured, shutting the door with a slow, deliberate click that told her exactly what was coming. I pulled my belt free in one smooth motion, the leather whispering through the loops. Her eyes dropped to it, pupils blown wide, lips parting on a shaky breath.
Perfect.
“Any more questions?” I asked, letting the belt hang from my fist—heavy, suggestive, full of promise.
Natasha shook her head. She looked wrecked in the best way—still healing, still tender, yet wanting me so badly she couldn’t hide it.
I leaned in, dragging my mouth to her ear. “Then strip,” I growled again, savoring the way she shivered.
She hesitated for one heartbeat, eyes searching mine as if making sure I meant it. As if she didn’t already know there wasn’t a single order I gave her that didn’t come straight from the center of my obsession.
Then she obeyed. Fingers trembling, breath unsteady, she reached for the hem of her shirt. I caught her wrist before she could lift it. Her gasp punched the air between us.
“Not like that,” I murmured against her mouth. “I want to watch you unravel for me, princess. Slow.”
She swallowed hard, thighs pressing together. I felt her need like a heat under my skin. Felt her trust like a fist around my heart. But here we were. Locked in a room. My belt in my hand. My woman trembled for me.
“Go on,” I said, stepping back just enough to give her space. “Show me what’s mine.”
Her eyes fluttered closed—then she began. I fell to my knees, taking her in as she put on a show for me. When she was fully unclothed, I kept my promise.
I bent her over the arm of the couch, one hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, the other trailing down the curve of her spine. She arched for me instinctively, presenting herself, and the sight alone nearly undid me. The curves on her body were made to be touched. Adored. Kissed. Loved. I kissed each cheek, unable to hold back anymore.
"Beautiful," I breathed, my palm smoothing over the swell of her ass. "So fucking beautiful when you obey me."
She whimpered, hips shifting, and I rewarded her with a sharp smack that echoed through the empty space. Her gasp was everything—surprise, need, permission all wrapped into one sound. I ate every bit of up since it was served to me on a platter.
"Count," I commanded, folding the belt in my hands. "And thank me after each one I’m about to give you."
"Yes, Dmitri," she whispered, and Christ, I loved her like this. Vulnerable. Mine. Trusting me with every fragile piece of herself. “Have I done something?”
“No, princess. Not a single thing. And when you take this for me, I need you to be respectful and say ‘Sir’.”
The first strike landed clean across both cheeks. Her body jerked forward, a cry spilling from her lips.
"One," she gasped. "Thank you, Sir."
I smoothed my hand over the reddening skin, warming her beautiful brown skin, soothing even as I prepared to mark her again. "Good girl. You're taking it so well for me."
By the fifth strike, she was trembling, thighs shaking, arousal glistening between them. I dropped the belt and sank two fingers inside her without warning. She was soaked, clenching around me immediately.
"Fuck, princess," I groaned, working her open with slow, deliberate thrusts. "You're dripping for me. You like being mine, don't you? Like knowing I'll mark every inch of you?"
"Yes," she sobbed, pushing back against my hand. "Yes, please... I need?—"
"I know what you need." I withdrew my fingers and freed myself from my pants, the ache in my dick demanding relief. I lined myself up, teasing her entrance with just the tip. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Dmitri…" she breathed.
“Fucking say it, princess.” I demanded.
"You," she whispered.
I drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream was muffled against the couch cushion, her body clamping down around me like a vice. Perfect. So fucking perfect. She was already shaking. Already about to come undone. Not before I got my fill of her.
I didn't give her time to adjust. I couldn't. The possessiveness, the rage still simmering under my skin from Maria's betrayal, the overwhelming need to claim what was mine poured into every snap of my hips as I bucked. The loud claps of skin meeting skin echoed against the walls and ceiling, making anybody inside this house aware of what was happening in here.
Good…
