Page 25 of Hated By the Boss

"Um..." She studied his cock. One...two...three...nine...oh shit.

Dmitry noticed the way Tahey suddenly jerked. "What?"

"I think...if it's past ten inches, I think...I think I'm better off not knowing."

It was not at all the answer he was expecting, and the seriousness in which Tahey said it...ah fuck.

Tahey was mesmerized. Dmitry was smirking. Granted, it basically meant he was laughing at her, but still. This was another first, and oh, there it was again!

"Your dimples—-"

Shit. He had forgotten about that, and glaring down at Tahey, he decided to punish her by giving her nipple a hard little tug.

Tahey's words immediately turned into a gasp.

It was an extremely sweet sound, and Dmitry realized to his satisfaction that Tahey was the kind of lover who didn't mind a little pain. Good. So he gave her nipple another tug, harder this time, and he was rewarded with another gasp. He pinched her nipple, and this time her gasp was accompanied by a dark flush stealing over her cheeks.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The sight of it was too much, and in the next moment he had Tahey flat on her back once more, her fingers losing its grip on his cock as his weight pressed down on her and his lips closed over her one pink, distended nipple.

Tahey cried out, the sensation of his mouth on her breast making her body nearly fly off the bed.

But it barely made the billionaire budge, and her body slowly fell back against the mattress while Dmitry started suckling on her nipple.

Oh God.

She clutched at the sheets, unable to believe she could feel so much pleasure from having his mouth on her breast. He then moved on to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and another cry spilled past her lips.

She began to writhe, the pleasure of his attention becoming a little too much, and she instinctively found herself rubbing her body against his.

Just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until Dmitry let out a harsh growl of his own...

Fuck.

Her crotch kept rubbing against his erection, and it just kept feeling hotter and wetter that it eventually became impossible to ignore what her sweet little pussy was begging his cock for.

Releasing her breast, Dmitry rose up and braced his arms against the bed. His gaze sought hers, and as doe eyes continued to plead up at him, her lips parted, and he heard her say, "Please, Dmitry."

Dmitry's control broke, and he drove into her, his cock claiming the barrier of her innocence in one smooth stroke.

Tahey couldn't help but cry out as he entered her, and with his gaze still holding hers captive, it was impossible not to see the almost savage way in which a part of him savored the pain of her deflowering.

And foolish or not, she, too, wanted it that way. Even if it made her a little masochistic, she couldn't help but think of the pain as an experience that was special and unique to Dmitry and her alone.

And now...

She was his, Tahey thought dizzily. Always and forever. No matter what happened, she would always be his, while he...

Her gaze drifted back up to the billionaire, and she found his golden eyes watching her with a glittering intensity that stole her breath.

"You took my virginity," she heard herself say.

The glitter in his eyes burned hotter. "Yes." His voice was hard. "It means you're mine."

Her toes curled. "Yes." Her voice was faint and tremulous. She had been too afraid to even dream of hearing those words, and all of a sudden they were now hers to cherish.

Dmitry tried to move the slightest bit and stopped as soon as he heard Tahey catch her breath. "Does it still hurt?" he asked tautly.

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