My hands fist in his jacket, needing something to anchor me to reality. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flushagainst him. I can feel every hard plane of his body, especially the impressive bulge pressing against my stomach.Christ, he’s big everywhere.
I nip at his bottom lip, drawing a harsh breath from him.
“Careful,kotyonok,” he warns, voice rough. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain down my spine.
“We shouldn’t…” D breathes, his voice rough with desire.
“Shouldn’t what?” I murmur, tracing my tongue along the seam of his lips before sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. My body’s on fire, craving his touch like a junkie needs a fix.
“Shouldn’t break the rules,” he pants out, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.
Rules? Since when does Dimitri fucking mafia boss care about rules?
I arch an eyebrow, pressing my body closer to his. “And whatrules arethose?”God, his cock is hard as steel now. I slide my hand down, palming him through his expensive slacks.
“G-god,” D groans into my mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily. “That… it’s only a one-night thing,” he finally manages to grit out.
“I don’t remember setting rules when we first fucked,” I purr, rubbing his hard length with more pressure. His breath hitches, and I can feel him trembling with the effort to maintain control. “You suddenly play by the rules, big guy? I sure as hell don’t.”
God, I want him. I want him to take me right here under the stars, consequences be damned. His hand starts to slide under my shirt, rough fingers leaving fire in their wake.
A sharp buzzing cuts through the night. D tenses, pulling away so fast it leaves me reeling. The loss of his warmth is like a physical ache.
He pulls out his phone, glancing at the screen. His face hardens, all trace of vulnerability gone in an instant.
“Poshol na khuy,”he mutters, jaw clenching.
“What is it?” I ask, trying to catch my breath and regain some semblance of control.
He looks at me, and for a second, I see regret in those Frosty pools of midnight blue eyes. Then it’s gone, replaced by his usual mask of cool indifference. “Business,” he says curtly, already turning toward the house.
Goddammit, I want to punch whoever’s on the other end of that call. Fucking cockblockers. Now I’m left high and dry, my body humming with need and my clit throbbing like it’s got a goddamn heartbeat of its own.
25
Dimitri
Ipress the phone to my ear, fighting the urge to crush it in my fist.
Fucking Erik. Always knows when not to call. Right now, I'm seriously considering putting a bullet between his eyes the next time I see him.
"Busy?" Erik speaks with that smug tone I hate.
I clench my jaw, taking a deep breath that does jack shit to calm the raging hard-on in my pants. "What?" I growl, fumbling with my keys at the front door.
Behind me, Wren lets out a tiny moan. Fuck me. I want nothing more than to throw her against this door and bury myself inside her.
"We've been hit," Erik says, his voice tightening. "Cyber attack. Russian IP."
My blood runs cold, but my cock doesn't get the memo. "How bad?"
"Tech team caught it before they could get to the crypto. But it was close."
I grunt, finally getting the key in the lock. "And?"
"…Are you gonna take forever to open that door?" Wren's impatient voice comes from somewhere around my shoulder. I glance down to see her looking up at me.
I shoot her a warning glare, but she just smirks back, unrepentant.
