Page 23 of Dark Truths

She whimpers, her body shaking beneath me as her walls tighten around my cock. My balls contract. Heat gathers in my abdomen. I thrust faster, angling myself in a way that makes her pussy clamp down while she screams aloud. With one last thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and fill her greedy, tight pussy with cum, groaning as she pulses around me from her orgasm.

I rest on my elbows afterward, still buried inside her, our foreheads touching and our breaths mingling while we come down from the high. When Gabriella cups my face gently in her hands and kisses me softly, I know I’m truly and very well fucked now.

11

Gabriella

May

Igrab my highlighter and mark the passage as something crucial to remember. With final exams next week, it’s crunch time. My head has been in my books from sunup to sundown for days now, and the constant studying has left my eyes aching, my muscles sore, and my brain throbbing with pain.

My timer goes off, reminding me it’s time to take a break. Without it, I’d spend all evening hunched over the books, forgetting to human. So I place my highlighter in the open book to serve as a bookmark, close it, and then push it away. I toss the pen from my mouth beside the book and stand up from the couch, raising my arms high over my head, stretching toward the ceiling. A moan of content slips from my mouth that transformsinto a sigh of relief as my tense muscles release and my upper back pops and cracks.

I walk into my kitchen, grab a mug, and start brewing a cup of hot cocoa. I don’t care if it’s eighty degrees outside and late in the day. There is always time for a cup of cocoa. And my night is not done. I still have the quiz at the end of this chapter to complete before I can even think about calling it a night.

The machine beeps, letting me know my drink is ready. I grab it and the bag of mini marshmallows before walking back to the living room. I’m so consumed by my thoughts of the cardiovascular system that I don’t see him at first.

“Hello, angel.”

I jump in surprise and cannot keep the mug from spilling. The liquid pours out and down my hand. It’s not hot enough to burn me, but it’s still annoying and creates a mess. “Jesus, Dimitri. Stop doing that.”

He pushes off the wall he’d been leaning on by the front door and approaches. He takes the mug and bag of marshmallows from my hands, setting them down on a nearby table before he grabs my hand, wet with hot cocoa. Hooking my eyes with his, he raises my hand to his mouth, and I let him, frozen by his icy blues. A different kind of warmth explodes between my legs when he runs his tongue the length of where the chocolate drink met my skin. All the while keeping his eyes on me, and I shiver as my breath escapes me with a shaky exhale.

“Tastes sweet,” he comments afterward.Instead of dropping my hand like I expect, he pulls me forward and I crash into his chest.A second later, his mouth descends on mine, and his tongue dives in to sweep my mouth. "But you taste better."

“What are you doing here, Dimitri?” I ask afterward, my body buzzing from his kiss.

“I came to see you,” he answers me so simply, like it was obvious or something, and I should have known better.

“And I told you I’m busy studying. I have finals next week.”

“I know.” A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

His face is always so stoic and still that it’s rare to see him break that facade. But when he does, it feels like a gift to me. Like I’m getting to see behind the curtain of the tough Russian captain he portrays to the world.

“So, then it’s time for you to go,” I say in finality and move to shift out of his arms.I'd actually love for him to stay, but he'll only be a distraction. Albeit, an extremely hot one, but a distraction none the less.

He refuses and wraps his arms around me like an iron band. “I’m not ready to leave.”

I raise a brow. “Well, you can’t stay.”

“I think I will.”

“No.”

“No?” he repeats back, raising his brow as well.

“No.”

Dimitri steps into me and for every step forward, I’m forced to take a step back until finally my back collides with the bottom stair and I lose my balance. Only his hold on me prevents me from falling backward. I release a tiny squeak of fear and grip his biceps hard.

His eyes sparkle with mirth. “Uh oh, angel. What now? What if I wasn’t here?”

“Then I wouldn’t be in this predicament to begin with,” I sass back.

In one quick motion, Dimitri pulls one arm from my back, grips the banister and uses it as leverage to lower us both to the stairs, where the wood bites into my back uncomfortably.

“Should I fuck the attitude out of you here?” he challenges and pushes his hips into mine so that I can feel the solid wood pressing into me on both sides. “Or would you rather the couch where it is much more comfortable?”

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