“Yes…yes I do.” I slowly open my eyes where Dima holds the knife to my neck and I groan.
“You are fucking perfect for me, beautiful.” He crashes his lips to mine and there’s a sting where the knife cuts into my neck, but his tongue in my mouth takes all other senses away.I put my hands up to grab his hair, trying to get him closer, he is so damn addictive. Dima pulls away and looks at my neck. “Red is my favorite color, baby, and it looks fucking stunning on you.”
He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, licking and sucking at the blood on my neck. Oh God, this is heaven. He pulls back and looks at me, a smear of my blood on his lips, and I kiss him, wanting to taste that copper tangy flavor of my blood mixed with the sweet bourbon on his tongue.
I moan.
“Fuck, baby, you taste good,” he whispers over my mouth.
We stand idly for a few moments, trying to calm our breathing, and Dima pulls away walking over to his desk, ending the heated moment.
“Did you get everything you needed?” he asks.
“Yep, all my stuff is in my locker.”
His expression is unreadable. “Good, I’ll take you home after your shift. Off you go, pet, otherwise I'll have Jess banging on my door.” He smiles. Arrogant prick.
I smirk his way and leave.
Back at the bar, Jess’s eyes widen when she sets them on me.
“Shit sweetie, what happened? You're bleeding.”
She reaches to touch my neck and I flinch, grabbing where Dima cut me.
“Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just an accident. Give me a second to clean it off.”
I walk speedily to the bathroom to avoid further questioning. I don't like lying to her, but I want to keep this thing between me and Dima to ourselves for now. At least until I can work out how the fuck I'm feeling.
It's finally closing time and I am absolutely exhausted. Service tonight was relentless, so I'm relieved to be closing down the club.
As I near my locker, a heavy body pushes me into it from behind. Obviously, it’s Dima and I can feel his rock hard cock against my ass.
Is the guy always this horny?
He nibbles on my ear while rutting against me. “Ready to go, beautiful?” he asks while kissing the side of my neck.
“Yes, but I’ll ride my bike. I’m not leaving it here.”
He stops kissing me, much to my annoyance. “Not planning on running from me, are you, baby?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “No. I'll follow you back. I can be trusted to make my own way, D.”
“Okay fine, just stay close behind us. I don't want you out of my sight.” He pushes off me and walks towards the exit and I follow, like a moth to the flame.
I ride my bike alongside Dima’s car for the journey back to his place and I find myself feeling nervous and out of my comfort zone. All these thoughts rush through my head. Am I staying in his room? Is he gonna fuck me tonight?
I hate not knowing what's happening. He holds all the control and knows the plan and it pisses me off. I pull up alongside him as we park up outside his lavish house. Before I know it, he is next to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house.
He drags me upstairs towards his bedroom and pushes me inside. He takes my backpack and helmet from me and places it on the chair in the corner of the room.
“You shall be staying in here with me. You have free access to the whole house, baby, but you are not to leave without telling me. You will have a guard with you from now on when I'm not around.” I move to argue and he grabs my throat. “Not up for discussion, beautiful, in this family you need protection and I protect what's mine. You don’t like it, I can get a mattress taken down to the holding pen for you.” He bites on my lower lip.
“Dima, you can't treat me like I'm a possession. I'm my own man and Idon'tlike this controlling manipulative behavior, by the way. I don't need a babysitter.” I scowl. He always makes me feel like a petulant child, but he can't take over my life like this.
“Is that so, baby?” His glare is intense, but I'm not budging. Dima pulls away from me and stands against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “Well, I'm listening Seb.”
I hate when he calls me that now. I’ve grown used to his pet names. It feels like he is distancing himself from me.
