The tightness in my lungs deepened. “But what if I get blood on the sheets?” I said, a flush working its way over my skin.
“Then I’ll wash them,” he said. “I’mveryadept at getting blood out of things.”
Why was it so sexy that he knew his way around a laundry machine? Still…
“It really doesn’t bother you?” I asked quietly.
“No,” he said. Dmitri took my chin in his hand and forced me to look up at his darkening eyes. “Now be a good girl and lie down.”
When I laid down on the huge mattress, a soft warmness spread through my veins. I expected Dmitri to crawl on top of me, and continue where we left off.
Instead, he opened a wooden box outside of my eyeline, and muttered, “I’ve been wanting to use these on you.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled out cushioned cuffs with dangling fabric straps. I could only stare at them dumbfounded. When he beheld my reaction, a dark chuckle rose out of him.
Dmitri stepped in front of me, his body engulfing my vision.
“It appears all I need to do is to bring out some toys, whenever I want to silence my little kitten,” he said, his gaze clinging to the dress riding up my hips.
A needy sound whispered from my lips. I didn’t want the gentleness I’d begged for the last time we’d fucked. I needed the rough edge of Dmitri’s desire.
From the way he was staring down at me like a wolf who’d just stumbled upon a delectable deer, I knew he’d fulfill that and more.
Lightning quick, his huge hands encircled my ankles and yanked them wide apart.
“Now you can’t hide from me,” he said, wrapping the leather cuffs around my ankles, and securing them against the wooden posts.
Instinctively I pulled against them, but they held firm. I stared down at my vulnerable lower half. My legs were yanked so farapart that there was no way to hide my arousal from him. My pink panties were completely drenched.
Dmitri tapped a finger against my restrained ankle. A warm shiver ran up my spine.
“You look so pretty like this, open and ready for me to fuck. I should keep you like this at all times…” He pulled my panties upwards, and I moaned when the seam dug into my clit.
Dmitri stared blatantly at my nearly exposed lower half, spread open for him like a carved turkey. A blush spread across my skin as he closely examined my pussy. Noticing my reaction, his grip tightened on my ankle.
“I could tease you until you’re about to burst, then leave you tied up here in my bedroom. After a few hours of exquisite agony those perfect lips would beg for release. And if you were a good girl…”
I started panting. He painted such an arousing image that it almost made me want him to bring that fantasy to life. His pupils dilated as he took in my expression, hunger growing in his eyes.
Next he brought out matching restraints, and attached my hands to the wooden posts. Dmitri stepped away, his eyes heated as he stared down at the finished product.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured before placing his knee on the mattress. “But I need to do something about those clothes.”
Dmitri gripped the top of my dress, and I gasped as he ripped the fabric open with his bare hands.
“I liked that dress,” I said, gasping as he exposed my chest.
“I’ll buy you a new one in every color,” he said, his eyes glued to my areolas peeking out of my lace bralette. “I’d buy you anything in the world if it meant I got to see you like this.”
The tearing continued, slowly exposing every inch of my skin. When he reached my panties, he wrenched the thin lace from my skin. Small drops of red marred the pink underwear, and mymind replayed the disgust on Roman’s face when he’d seen the blood on my pad.
But disgust was not the word I’d use to describe Dmitri’s reaction. Blatant hunger shone in his eyes as he lowered his head towards my exposed pussy.
That was the moment I realized he was about to devour me.
Chapter forty-five
Dmitri
