I look down at the crown of his cock peeking out of his boxers. A bead of precum seeps out of the tip, and I swipe my thumb over it before bringing it up to my mouth and tasting him.
Dimitri’s eyes darken before his large hand wraps around my nape, and he roughly pulls me closer. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue demanding access to my mouth. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And I let him. His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting me, tasting himself.
We continue to kiss as I rub my clit back and forth on his cock, working ourselves into a frenzy. Cars zip past us on the freeway. Occasionally, a horn will honk. Anyone could stop and watch us. And the thrill of it makes me even more turned on. I grind against him faster and faster until I’m seeing stars shooting behind my eyelids. My entire body tenses up as I shiver through a powerful orgasm. Dimitri swallows my cries as his tongue plunders my mouth, taking control.
When he finally pulls away, I can feel his cock jerking between us, his come coating his stomach, as he lets out a low growl. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares up at me with a look on his face that I can’t quite decipher. And then his lips press against mine in a gentle, unhurried kiss that is the complete opposite of what I experienced before. His mouth moves to my cheeks, planting a kiss there and then my forehead where he kisses me gently again.
I slowly collapse against his chest, still coming down from the high of my orgasm. The alcohol coursing through my veins is taking its toll, and an intense need to sleep almost overwhelms me.
As if sensing my tiredness, Dimitri carefully picks me up and maneuvers me back to the passenger seat before buckling my belt once again. I watch as he cleans himself up with some napkins from the glove compartment and fixes his clothes. Lastly, he adjusts his seat and glances over at me. “We’ll be home soon,” he says before directing the car back onto the freeway.
Home?The way he said it sounded so foreign but so ordinary and comfortable at the same time. I watch Dimitri as the streetlights illuminate his face before shrouding him in darkness over and over again, and it’s like I’m being hypnotized. My eyelids become heavy, and I slowly drift into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Dimitri
“DRINK,”I DEMAND, pushing the full glass of water towards her.
Savina scowls at me but accepts the drink. I watch as she cradles the cold glass against her cheek but doesn’t take a single sip.
“Drink it. Now,privighetoarea mea mica,” I say more forcefully this time. After she fell asleep on the ride back to my apartment, I carried her up the stairs and placed her in my favorite chair. The moment I pulled my arms away from her, she woke up. She must have missed my touch enough to wake her up from her slumber; and for some reason, that pleases me immensely.
“Okay, okay,” she says with an eye roll. She takes a few sips, attempting to appease me.
“All of it,” I say, coaxing her by tipping the bottom of the glass. I don’t stop until she’s practically chugging the water. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”
She sputters in the water, almost choking, but manages to keep it down. I smirk at her response. She’s so easily turned on, and it drives me crazy with desire and the need to do it again and again.
When she’s finished with the water, I take the empty glass before she drops it and place it on the counter. “Time for bed.”
Her eyes widen as she stands up slowly. “Are we…are we going to…”
I shake my head vehemently. I almost had a moment of irrationality in the car. My cock was practically weeping for her tight, little pussy. And when I pulled her into my lap, I almost said fuck the rules; fuck the contract. But by sheer willpower alone, I didn’t take her virginity. I certainly don’t need any more temptation tonight. I already came in my pants like a horny teenager. “Don’t worry, Savina. You’re going to sleep in my bed, and I’ll be on the couch. Besides, I don’t sleep with other people.”
“Ever?” she questions with a quirked brow.
“Ever,” I confirm. My nightmares sometimes turn into full-blown night terrors, and I would pity any soul caught in my waking dream. It’s been an ongoing problem ever since I can remember. I swear the ghosts of the people I have killed over the years haunt me in my sleep, not wanting me to ever find a moment’s peace. And I can’t say I blame them.
“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?” she asks quietly, her big, green, doe eyes looking up at me, completely melting my resolve.
It reminds me of the night I killed the doctor and showed up at her apartment. I stayed that night until she fell asleep. I found myself not wanting to leave her side, but I forced myself to eventually. There’s just something about Savina when she’s vulnerable like this. I just can’t seem to say no to her. I hesitate but then tell her, “Sure.”
I lead her down the hallway to my bedroom, but I hesitate at the door. I’ve never let anyone else in here, so this is a first as well.
Grunting, I push through the door and walk straight to the bed. I get on the mattress, pushing my back against the headboard. Then, I watch as she climbs into the other side of the bed and am surprisedwhen she cuddles next to me, her head gently resting on my stomach. It takes me a while to relax, but I do eventually. My hand has a mind of its own as it gently strokes through her long hair, and I can’t help but grin when I hear her sigh contentedly at the action.
“You drank too much,” I chide her.
“Yeah,” she agrees, surprising me. And then she says something I don’t quite understand.
“What?” I ask. I realize she’s not speaking gibberish but trying to mimic my accent and language. She’s trying to speak Romanian. A smile tugs at my lips as I listen to her ramble on, mimicking me. “Is that supposed to be me?” I question.
“Yes,” she says exasperated. “What do you always say again?” She tries overpronouncing it, and it comes out sounding strange.
“Privighetoarea mea mica,” I tell her, sounding it out slowly for her.
“Privighetoarea mea mica,” she repeats almost flawlessly. Her brows crease together in the moonlight streaming in through her windows. “What does it mean?” she asks in a whisper.
