That has to be enough. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. Even if I feel like sinking my cock into her tight, wet cunt and taking her, claiming her right here, right now.
Fuck, what I would give to be able to run away with her. Live on a beach somewhere. Alone. Isolated. Just the two of us. Fucking in the sand until we’re both sunburnt and spent. But my daydream literally crushes my black soul when I realize what we have between us can never be anything but exactly that. A dream.
Pulling away from her, Savina finally releases a ragged breath she was holding. Her hooded, pretty, green eyes stare at me with an expression I can’t quite decipher. What started out as a game of purely simple primal need turned into something much more dangerous. I can see that now.
“Dimitri,” Savina whispers with tears gathering in those green orbs.
I don’t want to hear what she has to say next. Maybe she’s going to tell me that we can’t do this anymore. Maybe she’s going to tell me that she hates me. Or worse yet, that she loves me. Either way, she’ll hurt me, cut me so deeply and scar me with her words that I may never recover.
Standing, I glare at her. “Get on your knees,” I demand.
And like the good, little slut that she is, she obeys me. I look down at her, her green eyes gazing up at me, twinkling in the moonlight; her innocence shining through them. And fuck, in that moment, I just want to destroy her.
Slipping my belt out of my pants, I let it fall to the ground before I do something stupid with it, like wrap it around her pretty little neck and lead her around on all fours, making her crawl for me. Fuck, the crawling part sounds too good, and I take a few steps away from her until I find another wrought iron bench on the opposite side to take a seat on.
“Crawl to me,” I demand, making a come-hither motion with my fingers before patting my inner thigh.
Savina hesitates, but then she slowly sinks her fingers into the grass and begins to crawl to me like the good girl that she is. Seeing her on her knees like this does something to me. She looks so vulnerable, so beautiful like this. It takes my breath away.
And by the time Savina reaches me, positioning herself between my spread thighs, I’m struggling to get enough oxygen in my lungs. Shaking my head to try to get my shit together, I tell her, “Unzip me.”
I watch her dainty fingers struggle. My massive bulge pressing up against the zipper doesn’t make it easy on her, but she manages to work the pull tab to the bottom. Savina worries her bottom lip between her teeth. She’s so unsure of herself in this moment, so unlike herself. Savina has confidence tenfold in any other situation even if she thinks she doesn’t. She can command a room with just one look. She has no idea how alarming her beauty truly is.
I pop open the button for her when she’s done, not wanting to wait another second longer. Lifting my hips, I pull down my pants and boxers in one motion, and my cock springs free, bouncing up against my abs.
Savina’s eyes widen at the sight, and I can’t help but smirk in response. I know I have a big cock. I’ve heard it a million times before. But impressing Savina with my size actually makes me feelgood inside. She’s the only one I ever want to impress. Hell, she’s the only one whose opinion actually matters about anything.
“Have you ever done this before?” I question her.
“N-n-not really,” she stammers nervously.
So that’s a no.I’m happy to learn that the poor excuse of a boyfriend she had back in high school didn’t go all the way with her in more ways than one. Or maybe she’s the one who put the brakes on everything. I like to think it’s the latter. I like to think she was trying to save all of herself just for me.
“Lick around the head, Savina,” I whisper huskily. I watch as she leans forward, her pink tongue emerging from her lips as she tentatively licks just the very tip of my cock. “It won’t bite you,” I tell her with a chuckle, and that makes her grin. Getting braver, she swirls her wet tongue all around the crown, and I almost explode right then and there. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, just like that.” I let out a deep, throaty growl. Reaching over, my thumb gently pulls on her bottom lip until she opens her mouth. “Suck my cock, Savina. Please,” I beg. I’m not one for pleading, but I’ve been waiting for this moment for as long as I can remember.
Savina is hesitant at first since she’s so inexperienced, so I let her set her own pace, my hands fisted on my thighs as she opens wider and leans forward, putting just the tip in her mouth before venturing further. And the moment the head of my cock hits the back of her throat, I jerk and suck in a harsh breath. Fuck, her mouth is so wet and so damn soft. She’s perfection personified. It’s like she was made for me in every single way.
But she’s not yours to have. She belongs to your brother.
My inner thoughts hit me like a million bricks, and it has my right hand reaching out and moving behind Savina’s skull to grab a fistful of her hair. I tangle my fingers into her braid and pull. Hard.
Savina moans against my cock, perhaps liking the sudden roughness, but it only angers me further.She is fucking perfect.But she’s not mine. She’ll never truly be mine. And I can feel the anger slowly rising up inside of me until it feels like a raging inferno. I’m madat my father, my brother, even Savina. But most of all, I’m livid with how unfair the world truly is.
That’s when my hips start driving forward on their own accord. And the first time I hear Savina gag on my cock, I’m a fucking goner. I do it over and over again until she has tears streaming down her face and is practically sobbing around my length.
I’m treating her like a whore. I know it. She knows it. But I can’t seem to stop. And she’s not asking me to.
And when I’ve had my fill of her, I shove her mouth down around my cock and hold the back of her head as I come down her throat. She struggles against me, but I hold her there until she stops struggling. “Swallow all of me, Savina,” I demand. And I can’t help but smirk when I feel her swallow around my cock. “Always so damn eager to please,” I growl in triumph. “My brother is gonna be a lucky man on his wedding night.” I blurt out the words, which were never meant to be spoken out loud. And with that final blow to my self-esteem, I release her, savoring the sounds of the panicked gasps and coughing fits that come from her.
Tears are in her eyes when she finally meets my gaze, and the myriad of emotions I see in them completely and utterly gut me. I should tell her I’m sorry for being so damn rough. I should apologize for my actions here tonight. I should apologize for a lot of shit actually. I definitely should at least help her get cleaned up and make sure she’s okay.
But instead of doing any of that, I simply do what I do best. I turn my back on her and walk out of the maze, leaving her to find her own way out.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Savina
IT TOOKME over an hour to find my way out of the maze after Dimitri had left me in the center of it, dripping wet, sore, devastated, and extremely confused. My legs could barely carry me; they were shaking so badly and felt like they were jelly. Dimitri had given me some of the best orgasms of my entire life just before treating me like a whore and discarding me like a piece of trash. I seriously think I have whiplash from the rollercoaster of emotions he put me through.
