After about a half hour, Dima makes his way to the men's bathroom. I don't know why I haven't clocked it before, but he always has a guard a few feet away from him, watching. Exactly what are he and his brother involved in that would require that level of protection?
I’m more excited than nervous at the prospect. It heightens the severity of his dangerous bad boy image. We all love the unpredictable villain, don’t we?
I internally roll my eyes at this stupid inner conversation I keep having with myself, and before I know it, my feet follow Dima. I have no idea why. I must have a death wish or attention kink or something. It’s out of control, which is clearly the case by my sudden needy and obsessivebehavior towards a man I hate (want), ugh.
Shut the fuck up.
As I enter the bathroom, the door suddenly closes and locks behind me. I spin around to see Dima standing against the door with his arms crossed over his huge chest. There are a few buttons open on his white shirt, enhancing his tan, and I see part of his chest tattoo. I wanna see more of it, touch it. Dima clears his throat and my eyes snap to his. He smiles like he has won some victory I am not aware of.
“My little lamb has finally decided to sacrifice itself to the devil. Not gonna lie, beautiful, I’ve been waiting.”
He stands to full height and moistens those fucking obscenely pouty lips, taking a step towards me.
“Who’s that guy?” I blurt out.
He freezes, as shocked as I am and then that sexy smile fills me with the promise that all the dirty ideas I’ve had are about to come true. There’s also something brilliant shining in his eyes: victory. I’m the one demanding this now and he’s feasting on my hesitant submission like the wolf he is.
“Just a friend, beautiful.”
I scowl.
“Are you upset?” he asks with amusement lacing his tone. “Wait, is my pet jealous?”
The corners of his lips twitch with restrained laughter.
“Fuck you, Mr. Kozlov.” I put as much poison into his name as possible but I'm desperate to suck on that bottom lip. It's like it’s talking to me. I need to focus. “I don't like these mind games you're playing with me.”
“Mind games? I'm not playing any games, beautiful. I'm just at my club having a drink with my friend. I think you're imagining things.”
I’m stunned into silence. He takes a step forward where he grabs me by the arms and quickly turns me, pushing me hard against the wall. Shit, he is strong. He places one hand around my throat and the other rests on my waist.
“Now, let’s cut the bullshit shall we, baby, and get to the real reason you're pissed off.” His grip tightens and it makes me instantly hard and achy. My breathing picks up. We are nearly nose to nose in height. I lean into his touch. Fuck, I want him to mark me, badly. To leave bruises on my neck. I want evidence that this moment happened and isn’t all in my mind.
“That little performance and attitude shows me you want me as much as I do you, and you need to let that stubborn mind of yours go, baby. Give in. I can give you pleasure so intense, that you will float to the sky in absolute heaven surrounded by a fireball of pleasure that makes you vibrate down to your bones. You’ll come so hard that you'll think you’re in another world.Do you want that baby? Me, licking that beautiful cock of yours? Eating that gorgeous ass like the ripest peach, fucking you so good you’ll feel you've left that hot little body of yours? Tell me, am I right? Or am I fucking right?”
I groan before grabbing his face, screw it, I need it.
I slam our mouths together with such brutal force that I’m surprised I haven’t broken a tooth.Dima lets out the most feral groan and tightens his grip on my throat while rubbing his hard dick against mine. I need his tongue deeper in my mouth. I need that dick in my mouth. Screw that, I want to swallow him whole.
We groan, literally eating each other at this point, when reality slams into me, sobering me quickly.
What the hell am I doing?
I push him away, catching him off guard and quickly turn to unlock the door, escaping to run down the corridor towards the bar.
“Too late to run now, beautiful,” he shouts from behind me. “You're mine, and I am taking what belongs to me.”
A body-wide shiver racks my body as I enter the bar. I'm shocked. This isn’t me. For a moment, it was like someone else took over my body.
Shit, him chasing me though. That sends a thrill through my stomach, which I dutifully ignore.
Yeah, I know. I’m so fucked.
CHAPTER 6 - SEB
AsIapproachmyapartment, I'm still slightly off balance. I kissed him. I actually full-on kissed him and it was the most erotic experience of my life so far. I slept around with a few girls before Katie, but sex with them never felt like that one kiss with Dima. It felt like I'd found my place, like it was everything I was looking for that I didn't know I needed. I felt claimed, wanted and to be honest, while I hate the fucker and the shameless ways he has been flirting with me, it’s powerful knowing someone wants me that bad. I'm afraid it could become addictive.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I am addicted, but like any addict, I’m trying to hide it and pretend I don't have a problem.
