Page 26 of Dark Truths

“For a little while.”

It’s hard to stop my disappointment from showing on my face and seizing my body.

“Gabriella.” It’s rare to hear him say my name and when I look at him, the emotion I saw a second ago is back and lingers. I bring my hand up to his cheek and he twists his head to kiss my palm. It hurts me to see such sadness on his handsome face. It hurts me to see such a strong man suffer from it. “One day, I promise I’ll stay.”

I can feel the weight of his promise fall on my chest and wrap around my heart. “Okay.”

When Dimitri kisses me this time, it’s slow and gentle, like he’s trying to engrave his promise into every inch of me, ensuring that there’s never any doubt of his words or intention.

His hands reach down and slip under my shirt. I sit up just enough for him to pull the clothing from my body, exposing my naked chest. Over the last month, I learned Dimitri is a breast man. He can’t get enough of them. Often, he’ll rest his head on my chest afterward, using his fingers to circle my nipples and draw incoherent designs on my breasts.

Dimitri kisses both of my breasts before he moves further down my body with small kisses. When he reaches my pajama pants, he pulls them down, throwing them somewhere in theliving room, pleased when he sees that I’m also bare there too. He did say this is how he likes me, and I listen. Sometimes. In reality, it so happens I go commando at home and since I never expected him to be here tonight, this is all just good luck and timing for him.

“Good girls should be rewarded,” Dimitri praises me moments before he runs his tongue up the length of me.

Arching into the feel of his warm mouth on the most sensitive part of my body, my hands bury into his thick hair, holding him captive against me. He hums his approval against my clit before his tongue darts out and it suddenly feels like he’s making out with me down there. It doesn’t take long before my body seizes and then spasms around his face. He laps up every bit of my orgasm before he rises to his elbows and gives my lips a chaste kiss. I can taste myself on his mouth and it’s like an aphrodisiac.

“Good boys should be rewarded, too,” I tell him before I push back against his shoulders. He sits back willingly and spreads his legs as I fall to my knees in front of him. I undo his belt, unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down, all while keeping my eyes on him with a sultry smile that he returns with a burning fire in his blue gaze.

Pulling him free, I run my palm up his Jacob’s ladder, something I never experienced before him and something I’ve grown to enjoy immensely. I lick him from base to tip, rolling his piercings with my tongue, before taking him deep into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his head, he hisses out a curse. His satisfaction drives me and I take him deep this time. His hands come up to fist in my hair as he grunts out my name and then flexes his hips. I enjoy feeling the metal of his piercings roll over my tongue. I enjoy when his cock hits the back of my throat and enjoy how the sound of me gagging excites him more. His breathing picks up and I fully intend to let him shoot down my throat, but then he shifts his hands to pull me from his cockand is behind me only seconds later. He drives himself into me; the force pushing me forward into the couch hard enough that the furniture hits the wall behind it.I start to laugh, but it turns into a small cry when he grabs my hair in his fist and yanks my head back.

“God, this view. It's perfect. Look how you take me, angel. This pussy is perfect. Perfect for me. Made for me.”He skirts one hand down my back, goosebumps erupting along the path before he pushes against my puckered hole with his thumb. “And this ass. It’s mine too. Do you understand? Have you ever been fucked in the ass, angel?”

This angle makes it difficult to respond, but I still groan out my answer. “No.”

Dimitri makes a feral sound at my admission and picks up his pace to something that leaves me feeling like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff. His hand reaches around to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves, and his touch sends me over the cliff. I clamp down around him and he curses at the sudden tight channel before following me a few thrusts later.

Dimitri collapses against my back, being careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows, caging me in. He is still inside me, throbbing from the aftermath of his orgasm. It feels so full and right that I never want him to leave. A dangerous thought that makes my breath catch. He promised he would stay one day, but will that day ever actually come? Can it? Or are we lost in a dream doomed to twist into a nightmare?

12

Dimitri

Gabriella stretches on the couch and yawns big before snatching her reading glasses off her nose and tossing them on top of her book. She has one last exam, and then she’s free for the summer—a summer I plan to occupy for much of it. And true to her word, she’s aced every exam so far, her determination to go to thePlaygrounddriving her. She reaches for the TV remote and turns on her playlist built for studying.

My phone rings and Alexei’s smug face appears on the screen, cutting off my view of Gabriella’s home. She doesn’t know about the hidden cameras and I’m not about to tell her either. Call it crazy stalker behavior or possession, but I call it proactive security and reassurance of her location. Besides, she seems to enjoy when I surprise her and the only way I can do that is if I know where she is.

“What is it?” I snap.

“I need you at the warehouse right away,” he answers in a solemn and even tone. “We have a situation.”

It’s unusual for Alexei to reach out to me for help, being capable of handling his own business, so when he does, it’s a rare emergency.

I stand and slip my suit jacket on before sliding my phone in my pocket and leaving my office. It’s another busy night at thePlaygroundand it’s still early. At the bottom of the stairs, a handful of my men escort me outside to the waiting vehicles parked at the curb. I climb in the middle one and nod to Ivan in the rear-view mirror and we’re off.

My hand aches to open the app that will show me my angel, but there are eyes everywhere, even here in what I assume is the privacy of my car. So I fight back the urge and settle in for the ride to the warehouse district.

My biggest pet peeve is going into something blind. Before starting my undercover mission, I dived into the background of the Mikailhov family and the history of the Bratva. I wanted to be prepared for anything, and it has saved my ass more times than I can admit. As I climbed higher in the Bratva ranks, so came the suspicion and threats. There was a moment I feared my secret had been discovered when my loyalty was questioned shortly before taking the position beside Sergei. Igor tried to feed me a bullshit story to see if he could catch me in a lie. When he failed, the satisfaction I felt seeing his angry disappointment was a better high than any drug could ever provide.

When I arrive at our string of warehouses in the abandoned district, my mood has turned sour at the unknown awaiting me. It only continues when I step inside the metal building and find a bloody heap of a man tied to a chair behind Alexei.

“What’s the emergency?” I ask.

“This motherfuckerwas caught selling our supply to the Ukraine mob.”

“And who is this man?” It’s difficult to make out his identity through the amount of blood covering his face.

“His name is Anton.”

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