Page 32 of Dancing With Delusion

“I saw you,” she snaps.

“Show me,” I demand, placing my hands on my hips. “Show me the damn picture.”

She looks to the ground. “I don’t have it. I broke my phone.”

“Convenient,” I mutter.

“Someone sent me a picture,” she yells. “I’m not lying.”

“I never said you were.”

“But you’re implying it. How else would I know you were with her?”

I shrug, already tired of this pointless discussion. “A lucky guess.”

“She was wearing a black dress,” she says, arching a brow like she’s proved her point.

“Dark green,” I correct, and she frowns.

“Then the lighting made it look black, but your fucking attention to detail is impeccable.”

I rub my forehead in frustration. “We can’t keep going over this, Victoria. Grow up.” Hurt fills her expression as she presses her lips into a tight line, and I sigh heavily. “There is nothing going on between Vivian and I anymore. My word should be enough. Now, let that be an end to this.”

She pulls on her dress, leaving the bra on the bed. Then she snatches the knickers and heads for the door. “You’re a prick, Dmitry.”

I growl, leaning out the doorway and watching her stomp away. “Put your fucking underwear on, Victoria.”

She screws the lace into a ball and throws it back over her shoulder, continuing on down the stairs.

I dress quickly in my usual suit attire and head downstairs to find Victoria sitting at the large dining room table, eating a pastry and staring down at a newspaper. I take her underwear from my pocket and drop it onto the table next to her plate. “You forgot these.”

She eyes them. “You usually like me to forget underwear.”

“When you’re with me. Today, you’re not.”

“And what are your plans for today, Dmitry? Any ‘men only’ dinners?”

I smirk. “And so it continues.”

“For the record, I’m attending an ‘all girls’ brunch.”

I clench my jaw in annoyance, unable to stop myself falling into her trap. “With whom?”

She grins, satisfied I’m playing another of her games. “Oh, I didn’t think we had to name names. It’s not important, right?”

I bend closer, placing my mouth at her ear. “Maybe I’ll lock you in the dungeon, Victoria. That way, I get to keep you to myself for an entire day.”

She scoffs. “Can you fit me into your busy schedule? You must have the stamina of a horse, with two women to please.”

I place my hand in her hair, entangling it and tipping her head back so we’re eye to eye. “How many times do I need to say it? There is only you. And as for stamina, you keep up very well, I have no need to look elsewhere.” I pull her to stand, and she winces when I tug harder. I turn her and bend her over the table, slapping my hand against her backside. “I’m exhausted by your accusations.” Running my hand up her thigh, I bring her dress over her backside. “And quite frankly, I’m bored.” I slap her arse three times in quick succession.

I take a seat on her chair and release my erection, fisting it while I run my fingers through her wetness. “Sit,” I order, and she does, lining herself up with my cock and slowly pushing onto me as I grip her waist. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, it still feels fucking amazing.

I slide my hands up the front of her dress, cupping her breasts while she fucks me. “I’m still mad at you,” she pants.

I grin, standing and pushing her over the table. “Then you won’t come,” I say, slamming into her to chase my release.

“Dmitry,” she cries, gripping the edge of the table.

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