Page 25 of Dark Truths

“Well, then it’s a good thing I won’t have a walking God sitting there, quizzing me during my exam,” I point out in a playful voice.

Something dark and sinful flashes across his eyes, and I know I’ve stroked the fire that always lingers beneath the surface. “No God here, angel. You’re playing with the Devil, remember?”

I lean forward and quickly peck his lips once. “Does he want to play?”

“Always,” Dimitri growls before snatching my mouth to explore every inch with his tongue thoroughly.

There’s an ache between my legs that forces me to grind against him, causing us both to groan at the pleasurable sensation. “Take me to thePlayground, Dimitri.”

I’ve been asking him this very thing several times now and every time he says, “No.”

Frustration clouds my pleasure, and I sit back, leveling Dimitri with a look of annoyance. I’m so tired of hearing no.

“Why not?”

“Someone will recognize you there and this is supposed to be a secret, remember?”

Sadness replaces the frustration, and I drop my eyes to his chest. A question that has lingered on the edge of my mind resurfaces. I’ve wanted to ask it a dozen times but stop each time, afraid to hear the answer. Sometimes it feels like all we do is fuck in secret and while I understand the reason behind it, I can’t help but feel like there’s something more growing between us and I need to know. “Are you ashamed of me? Ashamed to take me?”

Dimitri grabs my chin and forces my face up. “No. Not in a million years. But the last thing we both need is questions. Right?”

He’s right. I know he is. “It’s just that thePlaygroundinterests me and you said you would show me that world.”

“I did and I will.”

“When?” I hate that I sound like a child continuing to beg for something after being told no time and time again.But he said he would.

“How about another deal?” When I nod, he continues, “If you pass all of your final exams with A’s, I will take you on a masquerade night where everyone has to wear a mask.”

I smile. “Deal.” Now more determined than ever to study hard…but…“You can’t quiz me anymore, though.”

“Why not?”

I press forward, enjoying the way his nostrils flare when the heat of my pussy presses against him. “You’re far too distracting.”

Dimitri studies me with a sly smirk. “You find your teacher too distracting? Should I be concerned about your professors at the University?”

I snort. “Of course not. Although there is this one teacher—”

Dimitri has me on my back in a heartbeat, settling his solid, warm body against every inch of me. “Who is this teacher? Tell me his name.”

I kiss his nose, finding his fake jealousy cute and then smile. “He’s this Russian guy. Tall, handsome, with the most gorgeous brown eyes—”

Dimitri was smiling, enjoying how I described who he thought was him, until the brown eye part. At that, he leans down and bites at my breast thorough my shirt. I giggle and squirm beneath him.

“Okay, fine, fine. Green eyes.”

Dimitri bites my other breast, a little harder this time.

“Blue! He has blue eyes.”

Dimitri looks up. “Much better. His name?”

I reach out to trace his face, my fingers moving into his hair, enjoying the soft and thick texture. “Dimitri Volkov.”

It may be a trick of the light, or maybe my eyes are just too tired, but at the sound of his name, something like sadness washes over his face. It’s gone a second later and before I can ask, he presses his lips to mine, and I forget what worried me.

“Can you stay?” I whisper against his mouth.

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