Page 35 of Dancing With Desire

Over the last few weeks, she’s gotten her glow back, and I see glimpses of the same Victoria that captured my heart that very first night. I knew she’d be trouble back then, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. I was right.

She wipes her mouth on her napkin, finishing her mouthful. “What are you staring at?” she asks, laughing.

“It’s just nice to see you happy again.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you going to eat that?” She nods at the spare garlic bread in the centre of the table.

I grin. “No, mykrasota. I think you need it more than me.” Her eyes are full of love as she takes the garlic bread. “He’s a growing boy,” I add.

“You never know, it might be a miniature me.” She takes a bite of the bread and holds her hand over her mouth to disguise the fact she’s taken a larger bite than her mouth allowed.

“And I will love her as much as I do you. Although, if it’s a girl, I may have to murder a few boys over the years. No one is touching her, just like no one is touching you.”

She rolls her eyes again, finishing the last garlic bread and placing her napkin on the table. She runs her foot up the inside of my leg, and I feel myself harden instantly. Sitting on the opposite side of this table for the last hour, all I’ve wanted to do is feel her pussy clench around my cock with its vice-like grip.

“Dessert?” I ask, hoping she refuses because I’m not sure how much longer I can last.

She picks up the menu and looks at me over the top, grinning playfully. I outwardly groan and pick up my glass, draining the contents. She runs her foot right up to my crotch, and I inhale sharply. She watches me attentively over her menu then throws her head back, laughing loudly.

“I think I’ll pass,” she says, placing the menu back on the table. “There’s something else I would much rather devour for dessert.”

I closeher bedroom door with my foot while I make hasty work of removing her dress. She kicks off her shoes and reaches up on her toes, kissing me with so much pent-up frustration, I think I might just bust my load in my pants.

She sucks gently on my tongue as she makes haste of the buttons on my shirt. She runs her hand over my chest, and I push her back onto the bed. I unfasten my trousers, and she watches me through hooded eyes. Her chest heaves with anticipation. She needs this as much as I do right now.

I reach down, hooking my finger under her sexy white underwear, and I give a small tug, snapping the lace and discarding them on the floor.

She bites on her lower lip. “Are you just going to stand there, Mr. Volkov?” She smirks as her hands trail down her body, resting just about her sweet spot.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I mutter, but she’s got that mischievous look in her eyes, and I know she’s going to ignore me.

She places her fingers between her folds, and I watch in awe as she inserts one finger, drawing it back up to her clit and circling it. Her back arches off the bed, and she groans in pleasure.

I growl, and her eyes open as she bites on her lower lip, smiling at me seductively. “Sorry, Sir,” she whispers. “You were taking far too long.” She slowly removes her fingers and drags them up her stomach. It’s then I notice a trail of blood. My heart almost stops, and I must pale because she frowns, following my gaze.

She sits up suddenly, staring at the blood, and her breathing hitches. “Shit,” she mutters.

I kneel in front of her, cupping her face in my hands. Tears fill her eyes, and I offer a weak smile. “Don’t panic, mykrasota,” I say softly, trying to keep my own panic under control.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and tears begin to fall.

I grab the blanket from the bed, wrapping it around her shoulders. “You have nothing to apologise for,” I reassure her, rubbing along her arms. “We’ll go and get checked over at thehospital. It might be nothing.” She nods but looks so forlorn. “Wait here, let me grab you some clothes.”

I get myself dressed quickly before going into her wardrobe and grabbing a pair of leggings and a baggy top from her drawers.

I help Victoria get dressed as she cries. Nothing I can say right now will reassure her, so I just need to get her to the hospital and get her checked.

I’m lost in my own thoughts when she grabs my arm. “What if this is all my fault?” she cries, and I sit beside her on the bed, wrapping her in my arms. She lays her head against my shoulder as her body shakes with sobs.

“You can’t think like that, and no matter what, I’m here—” I hear my voice crack with emotion and swallow hard. “I’m here for you. You will always be mine to protect, to cherish forever.” I kiss her head, and she whimpers against my shoulder, her tears soaking through my shirt. I lift her from the bed and lead her out the room, throwing my car keys at Marshall, who’s standing in the kitchen.

“What the hell happened?” Marshall asks, his expression full of concern as he takes in the state of Victoria. I’m holding her up as she walks tucked under my arm. I don’t think she has the energy to move as her mind conjures up the worst possible outcome.

“We need to go to the hospital. Can you drive?” I ask firmly, not appreciating his tone.

“What the fuck have you done now, Dmitry?” Phoebe shouts as she enters the room.

I growl in frustration. I know I’ve fucked up and let her down, but I would never harm Victoria ever. I would rather take my own life. “She’s bleeding. We need to get her seen now, so can you save your shit for another time,” I snap, and Marshall dives into action automatically, rushing to grab the door.

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