So fucking beautiful. My perfect girl.
She slid further down, and now my teeth were clamping so hard on my cheek that I was surprised I didn’t taste blood.
“Alisa,” I groaned, my voice revealing the strain of keeping still.
Her hands dug into my shoulders, and we both let out a groan as she moved down another inch. Alisa’s entire body was quivering now, and it was taking all my self control to not take over.
“Dmitri, I c-can’t hold myself up,” she said, gesturing desperately towards her quaking legs. “I n-need-”
“I got you,” I said, supporting her weight with my arms. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
I thrust up, and the sounds of our mutual pleasure echoed in the bathroom. Anchoring my feet into the tub, I pressed further into her, enjoying the velvety feel of her insides.
Her body was made for me to fuck.
“More,” she gasped out. “Please.”
All of my restraint broke. I thrust up harshly, a guttural sound echoed in the room when I bottomed out in her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growled, effortlessly moving her body up and down across my aching cock.
When her body was shaking so hard that her teeth were clattering together, I picked up the pace, rabidly fucking her to our mutual release.
I bit down hard on her unmarked chest, needing her to see it every time she looked in the mirror. Let the bruises from Roman blur away beyond the passion of my touch.
When Alisa’s body stopped quaking and her breath came in more subdued breaths, I lifted her off my cock. I kept her in the air for a moment, enjoying the sight of my cum spilling from her thighs into the water.
She grew still as she tracked what I was watching.
“I want to fill you up with my cum every single night,” I said, reluctantly setting her back into the water.
“Promise?”
“That’ll be the easiest promise of my life to fulfill,” I vowed, taking her into my arms.
A happy sound slipped from her lips as she rested her face against my chest. I dripped body wash over a washcloth and slowly began cleaning her flushed body.
“You’re incredible, Dmitri,” she said, tilting her neck to give me better access. I inched the washcloth over her skin, and she shivered. “You always give meexactlywhat I need, when I need it.”
“You bring out that part of me,” I admitted, biting down on the hickey on her chest. “Honestly, I think I would do anything for you, Alisa.”
Chapter sixty-six
Alisa
The weeks passed, and on the surface thereappearedto be nothing to worry about.
Gemma had been whisked away to a safe house. Although she was already complaining about her grumpy bodyguard. The Pakhan was convinced the Italians had put Roman into a coma. Dmitri and I were still in one piece despite the increasingly dangerous missions that the Pakhan had begun sending us on.
So why did I feel like everything was one moment away from crumbling apart?
A patron at the end of the bar set his drink down a little too hard, and I immediately exited my spiral of worry to re-focus on the mission.
Across the room, Dmitri zoned in on the same noise. When he absently swiped at a new injury on his shoulder, nausea spun in my stomach.
I hated the matching bruises along his arms, but more than that I hated how he’d gotten them. Ever since the incident withRoman, he’d been obsessive about making sure I didn’t receive another injury on his watch.
Even at the detriment of his own health.
