"Dmitri—" His name comes out broken, fractured.
"I know, malyshka." He kisses the corner of my mouth. "I know what you need."
His free hand slides down my body, over my hip, fingers pressing against my thigh through the dress. Not touching where I need him most. Justthere. Adding pressure without relief.
"Please—"
The word slips out before I can stop it.
His smile curves against my cheek. "There it is."
He kisses me again, swallowing my moans as the pleasure crests. His tongue strokes mine in the same rhythm as the vibrations, and I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me like wildfire, stealing my breath, my balance, my sanity. I grip his arms so hard I might leave bruises, and I don't care. Can't care. Can't think about anything except the waves of sensation rolling through my body.
When I finally come down, trembling and boneless against the wall, Dmitri clicks off the controller.
His hand leaves my throat to cup my face, tilting it up. His kiss this time is softer. Almost tender. A reward for giving him what he wanted.
What I wanted, a treacherous voice whispers.
He pulls back, his eyes searching my face.
"Good girl," he murmurs.
Then he steps away.
Cool air rushes into the space between us, and I sag against the wall, legs still shaking.
Dmitri straightens his cuffs like nothing happened. Like he didn't just make me come apart in a restaurant toilet.
"Dinner's getting cold," he says, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips. "I'll tell Elio you needed a moment."
He walks away.
I stand there, heart pounding, dress askew, mind reeling.
I press my palms flat against the cool tile wall and force myself to breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
My legs still tremble.
That bastard.
He walked away. Justwalked away.
I catch my reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks. Swollen lips. Eyes too bright, too wild. I look like a woman who just got thoroughly ruined.
Because I did.
A laugh bubbles up from my chest. I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle it.
He's going to regret that so fucking bad.
The thought settles into my bones, and suddenly I'm not trembling anymore. A slow smile spreads across my face.
Dmitri Baganov thinks he won this round.
