Page 140 of Bratva Butcher

“I’ve thought about this a lot, you know,” I whispered over her lips, pounding and pounding and pounding. “Fucking you with my knife at your throat. I can see why you like it so much. It’s fucking hot.”

“Let me do it—”

I shoved the weapon harder into her skin, cutting off her words instantly. “Did I say you could talk? When you talk, you piss me off. So, do us both a favour. Shut up, and take your fucking.”

Her pussy rippled around me, clamping down harder on my cock as she moaned again, my name falling from her lips.

I cursed, moving faster. I loved it when she moaned my name. “You fucking like that, don’t you? My dirty little devil. Fucking perfect for me.”

“Oh, shit. Fuck. I’m so fucking close.”

And I knew exactly what she needed to fall over the edge.

Keeping up the pace, I cut into my palm and smeared my blood over her face.

“Dimitri!” she screamed.

“Jesus, fuck—” I choked as her pussy squeezed me so tight that I saw fucking stars.

I was already burning, my whole body on fire and set to explode, but hearing her scream my name like that, the feel of her pussy spasming around me as she came hurtled me straight into an inferno.

“Autumn,” I groaned deeply, an overload of pleasure assaulting me. My pace increased, thrusts turning wild and chaotic as I emptied myself inside her.

God, it gets better every time.

Some of that fire between us diminished slightly as if the sex had taken some of the edge off, but it wasn’t entirely gone.

I wondered if it ever would be.

Panting heavily, I lowered her to the ground. She didn’t avoid my eyes, didn’t shy away like she was embarrassed. She held my gaze the entire time as she righted her clothes and straightened her hair with her hands.

“We need to talk.”

Anxiety set my spine straight. “If this is about the fact that I’ve come inside you three times now without protection, there’s no need to worry. I had a vasectomy after Illayana was born. And I don’t have anything."

“What?” she frowned. “No. I was never worried about that. On top of not wanting children, I physicallycan’thave children. A little side effect from what happened to me when I was a teenager.”

My jaw clenched at the mention of it. It was a long time ago, I knew that, so my anger towards the people responsible for raping her was irrational. Still, I would have given anything to kill those fuckers myself.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

I didn't like the sound of that.

She wants to have the “talk” with you,a voice in my head said, and panic smothered my chest.

I couldn’t do that. Not right then. I still wasn’t sure what was going on between us. What I wanted. I wasn’t ready to sit down and talk about our feelings.Myfeelings. Especially when I was still harbouring some guilt over the whole situation.

“I can’t,” I grunted, stepping away from her. I picked up my suit jacket from the ground and put it on. “I need to go.”

“Dimitri,” she said sternly.

Thankfully, I was saved by my phone vibrating. I dug it out of my pocket.“Da? Yes?”

“Why the fuck haven’t you been answering your phone?” Mikhail barked.

Whoops. I mustn’t have felt it vibrating while I was infiltrating the building.

“I’ve been…busy.”

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