His grip tightened on my throat, and I choked around the pressure. For some reason, my inner walls clamped down hard on his dick.
“Since you can’t follow a simple instruction, my naughty little kitten, I’ll have to punish you.”
He released my throat and pressed my legs into my chest. Pleasure simmered through me when I realized that my entire body was restrained now. My arms were still helplessly buckled behind my back, and now he was gripping my legs with a bruising strength.
With a snarl, Dmitri thrust into me roughly. All I could do was moan at this new angle while he forcefully drove into me over and over again.
When I was shuddering from the building pleasure, he flipped me onto my stomach without even missing a beat.
“Doesn’t feel like much of a punishment,” I taunted him while he adjusted my body so my ass was arched up in the air.
A smirk crossed his lips, and he slapped my asshard. Biting pain cascaded in all directions. Instead of soothing it, he plunged back into me, slapping his body against the stinging spot.
I opened my mouth, but just a squeak came out when he continued brutally spanking me. The conflict between the stinging sensations and the pleasure of his thrusts overwhelmed my senses. Pain morphed to pleasure, and I moaned loudly.
Dmitri leaned over and yanked hard on my hair, forcing me to stare at him.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?” he asked.
From the dark gleam in his eyes, I could tell he was hoping for the exact opposite of that.
“Undecided,” I said in between moans.
His smirk deepened. “My hands aren’t the only thing that sting.”
Before I could even ask what he meant, Dmitri leaned over and bit down hard on my shoulder, timing it perfectly with another harsh thrust. The intensity of the conflicting pain and pleasure left me clamping down hard on him.
“After tonight, you’ll wear makeup to hide the marks I left on your skin, but every time you look in the mirror you’ll remember who owned your entire body.”
My jaw sagged as he kept hitting that same pleasurable spot over and over again. I was beginning to feel like I was selfishly hoarding all the orgasms. But from the darkly appreciative look in his eyes whenever I squealed underneath him, he didn’t mind at all.
I focused on his powerful arms, now bruisingly gripping my hips as he bounced me against him. He was pulling me back and forth like a chew toy, and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
Dmitri was bringing me to the edge of delirium with each thrust, and from the darkening look in his eyes he knew how close I was.
“Come for me, kotenok,” he said, his voice roughening and his thrusts spiking harder against me. “Come on the cock of the man who murdered your brother.”
Dmitri’s gaze snagged on my expression as all the emotions of the last two years drew to the surface.
The pain. The regret. The anger.
But it was all overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through my entire body. I tried to latch onto any of the emotions, but he hit a spot that took me into another universe.
As I thrashed underneath him, all I could claw onto was the inscrutable look in his eyes as he fulfilled his promise.
Chapter twenty-eight
Alisa
I woke up the next morning and immediately laid eyes on Dmitri’s chiseled form. While I watched the steady rise and fall of his huge chest, my heart thudded unevenly. I silently lifted my head from the pillow I’d passed out on after the final soul snatching orgasm.
My eyes fell on the ledger, and the reminder of who we were slammed back into me with the force of a hurricane.
Dmitri’s narrowed eyes found mine as I tiptoed out of the room, but he remained silent.
Thankfully, no one spotted me darting back into my room. If word spread in the Bratva that we slept together, my reputation might not survive. And my father–I shook my head, refusing to finish the thought.
With unsteady breaths, I slid the heavy armchair underneath my bedroom door. Jayden wouldn’t be surprising me a second time.
