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If I keep her addicted.

Then she’ll be mine.

All fucking mine.

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ADRIANA

His kisses start gentle, soft even, but they increasingly become hungry. He tastes of champagne and smells of the ocean.

Hands in my hair, lips against mine, chest to my chest. He takes me over bit by bit. Like a general conquering new land, he slowly but surely breaks down my defenses.

I almost don’t notice or register it when the straps of my dress are pushed down, the sweetheart neckline following their path, until my breasts are exposed.

He palms them in his rough hands, and I shiver at the sensation of his calloused thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let out soft moans as he caresses me, his mouth never leaving mine, as the breeze brushes over my sensitized skin.

As he peels the dress farther down, the wind over my shoulders, back, breasts, becomes like a second lover. Everything is heightened and strangely dreamlike. This doesn’t feel real. Any of it.

Maybe I’m in shock. Maybe I shouldn’t make decisions right now like giving dangerous men my virginity, but my body is already five steps ahead of my mind, and she’s yearning for this.

For him.

He breaks the kiss, and I watch him as we both breathe heavily. His hands smooth down my arms, as if petting me or soothing me.

He’s beautiful.

He’d probably not thank me for describing him that way. I imagine in his world, men can only be hard and dangerous, and women are the pretty ornaments. But he could light up any room. His bone structure is striking, his jaw hard, his lips an oasis of softness in the sharp lines of his face.

Then there are those eyes. Those incredible eyes. Mine are deep blue like the depths of the ocean, but his are like the tropical waters near the shoreline of a South Pacific island. They change color depending on the lighting, his mood, and other things that I can’t guess at.

His dark hair is thick, and he has a smattering of ever-present stubble on his jaw, that some days seems to be almost a short beard, and others is back to the heavy stubble. It suits him, but I wonder what he looks like shaved of that growth. Younger? More handsome?

I brush my fingers over the short hair along his jaw, liking the way it prickles slightly.

I giggle when he gently bites my finger and then snaps his perfect white teeth at me.

His gaze drifts lazily down my body. As if he’s in no rush, he stares at my throat, the hollow at the base of it, and his finger follows his white-hot stare. It brushes down the column of my neck, dips into the hollow of my throat, and traces the delicate bones of my decolletage.

As his gaze dips lower to my breasts, his finger follows and traces a pattern around the edge of my nipple, tracing the pink of my areola.

When he bends his head and takes my nipple into the hot, wet heat of his mouth, I gasp.

He sucks me in hard and laves just a touch of teeth over the sensitive flesh. I instinctively grab his head and pull him to me, wanting more. Harder.

Dimitri obliges and sucks on me with a ravenous groan. He presses my breasts together and flicks his tongue over both nipples. I squirm with the pleasure and the intensifying ache between my legs. I rearrange myself, so that I’m straddling him, and oh-sweet-heaven I have something hard to press my aching core against.

His thick length is hefty, and I wriggle against it, seeking friction and relief.

He presses upward, giving me more of his hardness to rub against.

Oh God, the things he’s doing to my breasts. He’s now pushed them hard together, and he sucks both nipples into his mouth at once, licking and gently biting. I gasp and press down against him.

Maybe I’ve been so stressed and pent-up that I need the release. Or, perhaps it’s because I haven't touched myself in a long time because being at Hana’s wasn’t inducive to me feeling remotely sexy. Not when I could hear her and my father having noisy, drunken sex through the walls.

Whatever the reason, I can shockingly feel an orgasm building.

I should stop squirming against him. I’m using this man as my own personal sex toy, but it’s so delicious, and I’m so lost in it.

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