All the pain of everyone around me had sunk deep inside me, and my guilt was drowning me.
Could I even escape that? I stared into the dark space where Dmitri’s huge hands were, and something shifted inside of me. Ironically, if anyone could make me forget the day I lost Kiril, it was the very person who’d started it all.
The idea of sinking into blissful nothingness had a magnetic effect. My body inched towards him.
This meant nothing.
When I could feel the heat of his body near the boundary I’d designated, I knew I was crossing a line that I’d never be able to take back.
But all I wanted was a respite.
Even if in the morning, I knew I’d hate myself.
The moment my hand skated against the muscled tendons of his arm, a moan slipped out of me.
He roughly grabbed me by the throat and yanked me against him. I opened my mouth to his dominating lips and allowed myself to succumb to the ferocious explorations of his tongue.
Dmitri kissed like he fought: with the firm knowledge that any resistance was futile.
My nails sliced into his muscular back, and his grip became bruising. I gasped around his kiss.
I came up for air, a silent surrender. And his mouth lowered towards my chest. Sparks burst in my vision as he bit down, marking his territory. But what surprised me was the mindless way I ground up against him.
“Such a needy little kitten,” Dmitri murmured in between bites, roughly pulling down my nightgown to expose my breasts to his hungry hands.
I opened my mouth, but when his tongue found my nipple, any retort was lost to the pleasure.
“You taste fuckingperfect,” he growled.
Chapter twenty-five
Alisa
Dmitri’s mouth licked and nibbled down my body, moving his conquest further south. When my nightgown got in the way, he ripped it apart with his bare hands.
“I liked that nightgown,” I said.
My slight irritation didn’t stop me from running my hands up the hard muscles of his back, suddenly aware that he was still fully clothed while I was now only wearing pink lace panties.
“For the rest of the weekend, I’m going to picture all these marks carefully hidden under your clothes.” He bit down on the curve of my hip. “And every time you adjust your clothing or feel a ripple of soreness, you’ll be reminded of who owns your entire body.”
Fabric ripped as he tore the lace panties apart. Cool air touched my center, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, his fingers tracing up and down the slit. My head fell back, and my breath turned jerky. When his hand teasingly moved away, I instinctively grabbed for it.
His free hand circled my wrist, and slammed it above my head.
“Be a good girl, or I won’t give you what you want.”
I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning.
He chuckled at my reaction, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my center. I mindlessly thrust my hips towards the nearness of his lips, but he mercilessly pushed my hips down into the mattress.
“You get nothing unless I decide to give it to you. Now just let go and take it.”
His lips descended on my clit, and that first skillful lick had me shivering under his touch. A deep groan vibrated from Dmitri’s chest.
He held me tightly in place while he devoured me until I was a wordless heap of sensation.
