Page 53 of Dark Truths

“No one saw…” It’s getting more difficult to concentrate when every swipe of his thumb brings me closer to a release.

“But you wanted them to see you.”

What?I move to sit up, and his hand immediately wraps around my neck, keeping me close. “No–that’s not…I swear.”

“Then what was it?” He slips a finger inside.

Frustration builds along with his edging. “I…I just didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” he adds another finger.

I push into his touch and arch my back, desperate to find some relief. However it happens, I don’t care. I just need it.

“Didn’t. What?” he enunciates each word with a thrust of his fingers before adding a third at the very end and curling it to touch that spot only he can find.

“I didn’t want to find a fucking bathing suit!” I shout as I explode around his fingers.

He chuckles in my ear, releasing my neck and slipping his fingers from my pussy, while I come down from the high of my orgasm. “Now, was that so hard?”

I growl like an animal in heat and spin around, straddle him, and pierce myself on his cock in one quick movement. He hisses through his teeth before groaning deep at the sensation of being buried to the hilt in me.

The sound of rushing water fills the air as waves crash against the patio floor, becoming more intense and deeper the quicker we move. His piercings rub against my walls in the most sinfully delicious of ways while I rock against him.

“Your pussy…is fucking nirvana,” Dimitri moans before capturing my lips in a kiss that feels like he’s taking my soul with him. “I want to spend every day buried in it.”His hands grip my hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he takes over, thrusting into me at a pace that leaves me breathless and victim to his relentlessness, unable to keep up. I clutch his head tightly, our foreheads pressed together, feeling his warm breath on my face as our rapid breaths intertwine.

“Come for me, angel.” He brings one hand to the space we’re joined and circles my clit, once, twice, and on the third swipe, I explode. With a loud roar, he follows a second later, and fills me with his hot seed so deep I feel it in my womb.

Collapsing against his chest, I peek at the lower water level in the Jacuzzi and snort softly. “We made a mess.”

He kisses my hair, and I close my eyes at the affectionate gesture. “And I plan on making more messes with you tonight.”

I try hard not to focus on the word ‘tonight’ because he was right. This is dangerous. But if we only have tonight before we're forced to face reality, then so be it. I've always liked a little danger.

22

Dimitri

“The police were here last night, questioning the staff.”

I peer up over the rim of my reading glasses at the manager of thePlaygroundover the rim of my reading glasses and take in his nervous demeanor. I hired him to handle situations like this, so what has him so anxious about telling me? Sitting back, I toss my glasses on my desk and give him my attention. “Questioning them about what?”

“Looks like some people have disappeared. People who were last seen here.”

Considering the nature of our business, I’m not very surprised. It’s not uncommon for workers to “disappear” when they spontaneously quit because, for many, a job here is not meant to be long term.

“And? It’s your job to keep track of the workers. Is it not?”

The manager glances at his shoes, and my temper threatens. I’m not in the best of moods to begin with tonight because it’s been longer than I’d like since seeing Gabriella. We need to talk,but every time we have a chance, something comes up. Like how Sergei has all but disappeared since his brother’s funeral. We communicate mostly through text and when I do catch him at his estate, he’s moody and irritable. Not even the arrival of hisprintsessahas lifted his spirit. All of which has left me annoyed and agitated.

“Spit it out.”

“It’s not just a few workers, boss. A few of the missing are patrons, too.”

I frown at that bit of news. “Is there a connection between the missing?”

He nods, which confirms why the police are so interested. A connection is more than a coincidence, and it’s enough to warrant an investigation.

My phone buzzes and I glance at it, not recognizing the number calling. “Get me a list of the missing and their connection.” I dismiss him and wait until he’s gone before answering the phone.

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