Page 41 of Dancing With Delusion

Tori

There are a million things rushing through my head, but the main one is Dmitry thinks I’m crazy. I see it in the way he eyes me cautiously. It’s not the way he usually looks at me. Things have changed between us, and it gives me an uneasy feeling.

I watch him as he leans back in his seat. He’s all business, and it’s hot. Vivian’s screechy voice fills the room, and I roll my eyes. He catches it and smirks.

“Dmitry, thanks for joining us,” she says. “Ken is running a few minutes late.”

“And this is who you want to do business with,” he asks, “a man who can’t make an important meeting on time?”

“Relax,” she says, “he’ll be here. How are you?”

“Cut the pleasantries,” he mutters.

I like the way he brushes her off, even if he’s probably doing it for my benefit. A man joins the conversation, and they begin to talk business, but watching Dmitry like this makes me hot under the collar and I have thoughts that will probably have him sectioning me. But fuck it, he might see I’m still the same old Tori.

I lower to my knees and crawl towards him. He watches me with a slight frown. When I get to the desk, I tap his ankle, much like he does to me when he wants me to open for him. He takes the hint and twists his chair so his legs are free from the desk. I take the buckle of his belt as Vivian asks him a question which makes him turn to a folder on the desk.

By the time I reach into his trousers to free his cock, it’s erect. “The figures need to be much lower,” he says, keeping his eyes to the screen.

I lick the tip of his cock, and his hand grabs the edge of the desk. I smirk then drag my tongue from the base to the tip before slipping him into my mouth and pushing him to the back of my throat.

It’s a power trip. He can’t make a sound to give the game away, and he certainly can’t bark his instructions at me. I cup his balls and suck his length, noting how his hands are now gripping the arms of the chair.

“I think we can come down on the price by five percent,” the man replies.

“Five,” snaps Dmitry. “Try harder.”

I take it as a personal instruction and suck harder. Dmitry hisses, and his hand slips into my hair, gripping it at the roots. “Eight percent, and that’s my final offer.”

“Done,” he replies as I slide down, letting him hit the back of my throat again.

They say their goodbyes, but before Dmitry can disconnect, Vivian asks him to stay online, saying she needs to speak with him.

“I have other business to attend to,” he says, his voice almost cracking as I graze him with my teeth.

“I just wanted to reiterate what I said earlier,” she continues.

“Vivian, it’s not necessary,” he grits out, pulling on my hair as I devour his cock.

“I know you well, Dmitry,” she says, “and I know you’re stressed. I’m just saying if you need to offload, I’m here.”

“I have Victoria,” he says firmly.

I let him slip from my mouth, and he glances down, watching as I run my tongue over the tip. “How is she after her little outburst of cr—” she begins, but he slams the laptop closed, cutting her off and hauling me to my feet.

“You’re very naughty, my krasota,” he hisses, pushing me to bend over the desk. He shoves my shorts down my legs and enters me in one swift move, causing me to cry out at the sudden intrusion. I’m still sore and oversensitive down there, but the pain soon turns to pleasure. “I need to feel you tighten on my cock,” he murmurs while fucking me.

He doesn’t have to wait long before I’m moaning through an orgasm. His climax follows, and he growls as he comes hard.

The sound of our heavy pants fills the room, and I glance back at him over my shoulder. “You realise shutting the laptop doesn’t disconnect the call, right?” I ask, giggling.

He slips from me, making sure to rub our mixed juices into my inner thighs before slapping his hand against my backside. “And you didn’t think to tell me that sooner?” he asks, pulling my shorts back into place. “Go and get a shower. I’ll join you shortly.”

I turn in his arms, kissing him. If that witch is still listening like the sick bitch I know she is, she may as well know he’s mine.

Dmitry drags me out of bed early. I have to go back and see Harriet as I refused to speak with her properly yesterday. He kisses me at the door, giving me that sympathetic look I hate.

As I descend the steps of the manor, Marshall opens the car door, and as I slide in, he hands me a new mobile phone. “You didn’t wait around for this before,” he mutters dryly, slamming the door before I can reply.

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