Page 53 of Bratva Butcher

Something feral flashed in Dimitri’s eyes. Something so raw and animalistic, I thought he might lunge at me from across the cell.

I wanted him to. God, I wanted him to. I was wetter than Niagara Falls down below, and that was only partly because of the communal orgy happening around me, but entirely because of Dimitri fucking Volkov. Because of those magnetic blue eyes, burning with so much intensity that it could engulf me.

Pleasure shot up my spine when my fingers brushed over my clit. I didn’t even try to hold back my moan. I wanted Dimitri to hear it. To entice him into joining me. To break that iron-steel control he had.

And I thought I might actually have succeeded.

We were sitting at opposite ends of the cell, him on his cot with his back pressed against the bars, me on my cot with my back against the stone wall, staring each other down like we were the only two people in the room. Sexual tension vibrated between us. Hot. Aching. And completely fucking addictive.

I knew he felt it too. There was no denying that look blazing in his eyes. The tenseness in his whole body, like it was taking all of his strength to hold himself back.

So, it was one fuck of a surprise when he slowly turned over and lay down with his back to me.

You’d think something like that would embarrass me. I’d offered for him to join me, and instead of doing that, he’d chosen to roll over and essentially ignore me…while I had my hand on my pussy.

It was basically a flat-out rejection.

But one thing I didn’t do was live my life with regrets. There was every chance that I could die in the coming days, and I didn’t want to die wondering if something could have happened between Dimitri and I if I’d only had the courage to ask.

I took my shot. It didn’t work. And that was okay. Disappointing, but okay.

Despite the panting, moaning and cries of pleasure surrounding me on all sides, my lust plummeted now that Dimitri was no longer looking at me. It was still slightly there, humming just beneath the surface, but without the object of my desires staring me in the face, it just wasn’t the same.

I removed my hand from my underwear and held in the disappointed sigh that threatened to slip free. He might have had his back to me, but I didn’t want to risk him hearing that I was disheartened by his choice. I had to save face somehow.

With strands of desire still vibrating in my lower belly, I laid down on my back and waited for sleep to take me.

Strong, calloused hands whispered over my bare skin, starting from my lower ankle and slowly moving up and up and up. I shivered, a whimper falling from my lips.

“Shhh. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

Dreams were fickle things. Youknewyou were dreaming. You knew you were asleep. You were aware that the events flashing right before your eyes weren’t really happening, and yet, they felt so real that you could almost swear it wasn’t a dream at all.

But I knew it was for the simple fact that it was Dimitri’s hands currently touching me, his voice breathing in my ear.

“What are you doing?” I stayed completely still, not moving a single muscle.

“Shh, shh, shh, I know you’re aching.” His fingers walked up my leg before he cupped my pussy roughly. “I’m aching, too. Ever since you tried to kill me.”

“Which time?” I panted.

“Every. Fucking. Time,” he growled as if he was frustrated because of that very reason. “And now I’m going to give us what we both want, and you’re not going to stop me, are you? Because you want it just as badly as I do, don’t you?”

I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to admit how excited I was to have him finally touching me. My legs opened with hardly any conscious thought, granting him more access, and he chuckled darkly. Sinfully.

“Yeah, you fucking do. Look at you, opening up wide for me.” He pulled down my shorts and underwear but kept them clamped around my thighs, somewhat restricting my movements.

I fucking loved it.

“Now, let’s get a good look at that pussy that’s been plaguing my fucking mind.” His fingers spread me open, and a hungry growl rumbled down his throat. “Fuckkk. Ineedto know how you taste.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned as his warm, wet tongue circled my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. “Dimitri, oh, yes, Dimitri.”

He hummed in appreciation, his hands coming up underneath me to cup my ass. He squeezed almost painfully, and more pleasure mixed in with that delicious lick of pain he’d caused.

“Fucking heaven,” he groaned, closing his entire mouth over me and moving his tongue faster. He buried his face into my pussy like he couldn’t get enough of me and absolutely feasted.

I knew I was about to come undone, and it felt soooo good. The way he moved his tongue, swirling it around my clit over and over again. He was kissing my pussy like it was my mouth, and I was fucking living for it. I was about to fucking explode.

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