"Put me in," he says hoarsely. "I've waited all fucking day to be inside you." I slide down his shaft, gasping at the stretch of his thick head like his fingers hadn't just been stretching inside me.
"This…" I sigh drunkenly. "So good."
"Oh, it is." He wraps his hands around my waist, lifting and dropping me down again on his cock, my clit rubbing against the wiry hair at the base. "The sweet, tight grip of you? There's nothing better. You're going to take all of me now. I'm going to cram every inch inside you, scream all you like, but I'm going to fit."
Pulling back, I stare at where we're joined. "There's more of you?"
He laughs boisterously and the sea birds answer him. "Hold on, magpie."
I know Dmitri's strong, but this is ridiculous. He bounces me up and down on his cock with a casual speed that leaves me with nothing but to hold on, the feel of him pounding into me, greedy, shameless and I love it all. His hoarse encouragement and filthy compliments, his tight grip on me, the thick push of his cock and now I'm begginghim. "Come with me, you gorgeous madman. Please." His gaze never leaves mine as he swells impossibly wide, filling me with heat and wet and we cling together, shaking and laughing at nothing in particular.
"It's so perfect," I gasp. "You aresoperfect."
***
Maybe I'm more paranoid than a sane, rational woman should be, because I'm so happy that it's freaking me out. Over the next two months, life is a dizzy whirl between working at the clinic, learning new surgical techniques from Ella, and Dmitri ravaging me on every surface - horizontal, as well as an impressive number of vertical ones - in the penthouse. There are dinnerswith his family, and his terrifying father unbends enough to actually smile once or twice.
I think they were smiles. I'm not positive. It might've been indigestion.
The days slide into each other, the summer speeding past us, I stop thinking about how I need to get back to the hospital. We don't talk about the trafficking ring, clues seemed to dry up after Kevin and Ilya's deaths. I should be concerned that I'm living a dreamy existence with Dmitri without any firm end date.
There's always an end date.
Dmitri still spends a lot of time in his gym, beating the shit out of a weight bag and running mile after mile on his treadmill, jaw tight, icy gaze focused, his hands clenched into fists. I like it better when Roman and Alexey join him. There's a lot of laughter and taunting and a fair amount of black eyes. I have assembled a medical kit at the penthouse that could carry us through a zombie apocalypse, so I'm prepared for anything they do to each other.
I know when it's been a bad day.
He'll disappear into the gym for at least an hour before he comes looking for me. I stood in the door once, watching him punching and kicking the weight bag. There was something in his eyes, something unrecognizable and vicious. I had to leave. Dmitri has never scared me, but whoever that was pounding the weight bag into submission was not quite recognizable as the man I was coming to love.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
In which Ava experiences the magic of St. Petersburg and private jets.
Ava…
"Wake up, Magpie…" A warm hand moves over my cheek and I made a purring sound of contentment. There is nothing like waking up to Dmitri's lovely, solid body curling around mine.
Opening one eye, I see that he's already dressed for the day. "Aw. Early meetings?" I sit up, pushing my hair out of my face. "You look nice."
His eyes drop deliberately to my chest, poorly concealed by the sheet and nothing else. "You always look beautiful,moya devushka,my girl," he says with the filthiest possible grin. "I have a proposal for you."
"Oh?" I settle back against the pillows. "What's going on?"
"Roman and I have to travel to St. Petersburg for a few days," he says. "There is… trouble with a business transaction." His jaw tightens slightly, something dark flashing through his polar gaze. "We've lost a few men and I will need to go handle this. I thought you would like to come with us. I won't be in meetings eighteen hours a day, the way I am here. We can spend some time showing you around."
"Really?"I know my voice has pitched up into a squeal that is probably unrecognizable as a human sound. "I have always wanted to go to St. Petersburg! The architecture there is so magnificent. Not Moscow so much, especially once they got into the Brutalist period with all that concrete but… Oh, crap. You probably have places in Moscow too, and now I've insulted them?"
Dmitri laughs. "We do have a home in Moscow and fortunately it is not of the Brutalist Period. However, I think you will like our St. Petersburg home better."
"Is this the one you told me about by Lake Ladoga? The one with the alarmingly tall trees and the 427 fireplaces?"
"You do remember all my stories, don't you?" he murmurs, tilting my chin to give me a kiss. "Sadly, we won't have time to visit the lodge on this trip, but I'll take you back in winter when the horses can carry us through the forest on a sleigh ride." He pauses very slightly as if realizing he's made plans for a future that I can't possibly imagine unfolding for us.
"I would love to go, thank you," I break the little silence. "Will this be all right with Ella though? We haven't discussed shifting my schedule."
"I've already spoken to her," he says. "She's delighted that you're going to have a chance to see St. Petersburg."
I've had a shower and I'm happily pulling on a blue sundress when it hits me. "Dmitri?" My heart gives a leaden thump. "I don't have a passport. I don't even have a drivers license. I'm going to have to get my birth certificate from Colorado so I can reapply-"
