Page 204 of Vittoria


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I pull up the guest list from the engagement party. Two hundred and thirty-seven people. I've been through every name. Every connection. Looking for someone who doesn't belong. Someone who could be feeding information to Smoke.

Nothing stands out.

The door opens.

I don't look up immediately. My eyes stay fixed on the screen, tracking another dead end.

But I feel him.

Dmitri crosses the room. His hand reaches out, closes the laptop, and lifts it from my thighs in one smooth motion.

"Hey, I was?—"

He sets the laptop on the nightstand. Then his hands are on me. Sliding under my arms. Lifting me like I weigh nothing.

My legs wrap around his waist automatically. Instinct.

His mouth crashes against mine.

The kiss is hungry. Desperate. His tongue sweeps past my lips and I moan into his mouth. My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

When he pulls back, his eyes are molten. That pale gray-blue that usually looks cold now burns.

"What do you want?" I breathe against his lips.

His hand slides up my thigh. Under the oversized t-shirt I borrowed from his drawer. His fingers trace the curve of my hip.

"Are you wearing underwear?"

Heat floods through me. "No."

A growl rumbles in his chest.

He sets me down. My feet hit the floor. Before I can protest, his hands grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

My nipples tighten.

Dmitri's gaze drags down my body.

His hands move to his belt. His pants hit the floor.

He's already hard. Thick and ready.

He steps forward. His hands grip my waist. Lift me again.

This time he doesn't stop at the bed.

He carries me across the room. My back hits the wall beside the fireplace. The stone is cold against my skin. The contrast makes me gasp.

Dmitri pins me there. One hand braced against the wall beside my head. The other gripping my thigh, spreading me open.

"Hold on to me," he commands.

My arms wrap around his neck. My legs tighten around his waist.

He positions himself. The head of his cock presses against me. Teasing.

"Dmitri." My voice comes out breathy. Needy.