“Again,” he rumbles, walking toward me with a glass in his hand.
“Again?” I quirk an eyebrow, not taking the offered drink. Instead, I rub my eyes, trying to focus. “What do you mean, again?”
“Yes. Again.” He sits down in front of me, so close I can feel the heat rolling off his body. His scent fills my nostrils—a mix of expensive cologne, whiskey, and pure, unadulterated man.
Stop it, Wren. Don’t think about his cock. Or how it would feel stretching you open. Or… fuck.
I reach for the glass, desperate for a distraction. Our fingers brush, and it’s like touching a live wire. I jerk back, nearly spilling the drink.
“No, you didn’t save me…again,” I mutter, crossing my legs to hide the growing dampness between them. His forearms catch my eye—thick, corded with muscle, veins standing out under tanned skin.Goddamn.
“I didn’t?” He leans in, a playful smirk on his lips.
“No, you didn’t. I was handling things just fine before… Oh yeah, before you knocked me out!” I snap, trying to ignore how his proximity is making my skin tingle.
D leans back, a wry grin playing on his lips. “Come on,malyshka. It’s only natural to knock someone out when they’re coming at you with a knife, looking like a rabid raccoon on meth.”
I can’t help the snort that escapes me.Goddammit. I don’t want to find him funny.
I roll my eyes and take a swig from the glass, expecting water. Instead, whiskey burns down my throat.
“What the fuck?” I sputter, coughing.
D laughs, a deep, rich sound that does things to my insides. Then he sobers, reaching out to cup my chin. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I swear I stop breathing.
“You’ve got fire,malyshka,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with something that looks a lot like hunger. “I like that.”
I should pull away. I should tell him to fuck off. I should do anything but lean into his touch.
But as his fingers trail down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake, I make a decision. Mafia or not, I’m going to fuck Dimitri tonight.
“Yeah?” I breathe, setting the glass down with a shaky hand. “What else do you like?”
His eyes flash, and suddenly, he’s pulling me onto his lap. I gasp as I feel the hard length of him pressing against me.
“Why don’t I show you?” he growls, one hand tangling in my hair.
As his lips crash into mine, tasting of whiskey and sex, I know there’s no going back.
And right now? I couldn’t care less.
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Wren
Our mouths crash, all teeth and tongue.
Fuck, I’ve been dying for this since last night.
My fingers dig into the rock-hard muscle of his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we devour each other. He lets out a low groan, almost like a feral growl, that causes a growing wetness in my panties.
“Mmm…” I moan into his mouth. Our breaths come heavy and ragged, punctuated by the wet sounds of our kisses and the rustle of clothing as we frantically grab at each other.
D’s strong, calloused hand grips my throat as he forcefully pushes his tongue into my waiting mouth.
Fuck, he knows what he’s doing with that tongue.
Flicking it against mine, then tracing the inside of my lips. He sucks on my bottom lip, biting it just hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue dips back into my mouth, exploring every inch like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me.
