Page 16 of Dancing With Distraction

I slowly open the door. The bedsit is in complete darkness apart from the moon’s rays shining upon her figure, which is curled into a ball on the bed in the centre of the small space. The place is tiny and hardly fit for anything bigger than a dog. How can someone live like this?

I cross the room, observing the enigma lying before me. Her light snores tell me she’s sleeping, and it seems a shame to disturb her, but she needs this. And so do I.

In one swift movement, I straddle her waist, turning her onto her back. She thrashes around under me in surprise, and it brings my cock to life, straining against my trousers. I place my hands around her throat, pinning her to the bed. Seeing that smug prick leaving has me all kinds of jealous.

Her hands scratch at my shirt, gripping the material. She slides one hand to my waist, falling upon the gun holstered in my waistband, and she freezes. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “Still, my Ognyena Maria.” I feel her relax under my command and it thrills me. Her body is already responding to my touch, and I catch sight of her erect nipples pebbling under her vest top. Applying a little more pressure to her throat, I lean closer, inhaling her fruity scent, and run my tongue along her jaw. I take her ear lobe between my teeth, gently biting down, and her skin breaks out in goosebumps.

I smile against her cheek. “I’m going to release your throat now, Victoria. Do not make a sound.” She nods slowly, not breaking eye contact with me. Sitting straighter, I stare down at her, keeping our eyes connected as I relieve the pressure on her throat. “Good girl,” I praise when she remains silent. Given our past encounters, I wasn’t sure if she’d follow my instructions, but seeing her so compliant gives me hope for my proposal.

Her tongue darts out, licking her lips, while she keeps eye contact. I lean closer again and take her lower lip between my teeth, biting until I taste a slight metallic tinge. She moans, provoking something almost feral in me. My cock is straining painfully against my trousers now, but I can’t take this any further until I know what her relationship is with the other guy.

I grasp both her wrists, and they fit perfectly within the palm of my hand as I raise them above her head. Using my other hand, I slide my tie from my collar and smirk down at my krasota, admiring how calm and compliant she is.

I tie her wrists to the frame of the bed. Her breathing hitches slightly, but she doesn’t push me away or even try to escape. It’s almost as if she knows I’m here to help her.

The desire in her eyes spurs me further as I run my hands over each curve of her body, exploring. I glide them along her underwear and then, with a quick tug, I snap them at the seams.

“No, don’t . . .” she says breathlessly, but her protest dies on her lips. Her mind is telling her to run, but her body is begging her to wait and see what I’m offering.

“You aren’t escaping this time, my Ognyena Maria,” I whisper against her lips. She inhales sharply, and I take the opportunity to kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. It takes her a second to kiss me back with the same amount of force, confirming what I already knew—she wants me just as badly as I want her.

I break the kiss, and we’re both panting. “I gave you enough warnings to stay away. Now, there’s no escape from me.” I glide my palms down her body. “But I should warn you, I’m not a good man. Our time together will be addictive, and walking away will be brutal for us both.” My fingers slip between her folds easily, and I smirk as she squirms beneath me, desperate to find a release.

I notice blood on her thighs and discreetly check, seeing there are open cuts. I don’t want to freak her out like earlier, so I ignore those for now and continue to give her what she needs. There’re other ways for her to deal with her urges, and I’ll teach her those in time, but right now, I want to taste her come apart on my tongue.

I crawl down her body and settle between her legs. I part them and carefully flick my tongue against her dripping wet clit. She pulls on the restraints and her back arches off the bed. She’s so responsive. I suck and bite, occasionally using my thumb to rub circles on her swollen bud, until she stiffens and falls apart with a scream of ecstasy.

Our breathless pants fill the room as I savour the taste of her on my tongue. Leaning up, I tug on the tie, releasing her, and her arms flop onto the bed like she’s completely spent. It satisfies me to know I’m the reason for that.

I get up, leaving her on the bed, and search through the cupboards in her kitchen. If you can call it that. She rolls onto her side, eyeing me with suspicion. “What are you looking for?” she almost whispers, her voice croaky.

“First aid kit.”

“Second drawer, up on the right. Why, are you hurt?” She yawns, stretching out on her bed.

I roll my eyes. She clearly doesn’t take care of herself . . . or doesn’t want to admit she’s hurt. That has to change.

“We need to get you cleaned up.” I make my way over to her bed with the first aid kit, and she pulls the sheet over herself. I growl in frustration. I don’t have time for her childish behaviour, so I yank it away, throwing it to the floor.

“Don’t take fucking pity on me,” she spits as she brings her knees to her chest.

I grab her ankle and drag her down the bed without a word. She’s testing my patience again, and I don’t know whether to fuck her or spank her. If anyone else ever spoke to me the way she does regularly, they’d be sitting at the bottom of the River Thames by now. But with her, I muse, it’s different. I have this overwhelming need to tame her.

“Fuck you, Dmitry!” She tries to kick out, but it’s no use. My sheer strength is no match for her tiny frame.

“Are you fucking that prick who left before I arrived?” I grit out. “Did he have anything to do with this?” I ask, nodding to her wounds. “I’ll be damned if I leave here without cleaning you up.”

She pauses, contemplating her next words, no longer fighting against me but hostility radiating from her. “He’s my brother.”

I frown. No brother looks at his sister the way he did at dinner, and it gets my back up that she’s continuing to lie. This won’t work if there’s no trust. I rip open the antiseptic wipe and drag it over her skin a little rougher than intended, and she inhales sharply. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Victoria. I’m risking everything by being here and you lie to my face?” I take a calming breath and run my hand through my hair in frustration. “I saw him leaving here. Why would he leave you like this?” She doesn’t answer, so I add, “I don’t fucking share.”

She chews on her bottom lip, a range of emotions passing over her face. It’s hard to read what she’s keeping from me, but there’s a definite secret she doesn’t want me to find out, and I’m certain it concerns him. A single tear falls down her cheek, and she almost looks panicked. “He’s just my brother,” she repeats.

I vow to find out more because I don’t like how she reacts whenever he’s mentioned. I have to know why she’s so secretive and scared.

Taking her face in my hand, I wipe away the tear with my thumb. She leans into my touch and that spark returns, my body coming alive, but I need to restrain myself until the boundaries are in place.

“Why are you here, Dmitry?” she asks on a sigh.

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