Page 107 of Dmitri

“Take what you need from me.” I stiffen as Daelyn clutches my shoulders to support herself while she mounts up. “And keep your eyes on me while you do it.”

Daelyn squirms, seeking friction that makes her feel good. Locking eyes with me, she moves back and forth, her cheeks blazing red now. Gyrating against me for a few minutes only increases her frustration.

I pull out my knife and flick the blade open. My girl’s eyes widen when she hears it, but she doesn’t take them off me. Not even when I run the sharp tip across her chest, circling her hardened nipples. We work carefully with each other, playing a dangerous game.

Fisting the front of her sports bra, I cut it open, freeing her tits. The swells fall in front of my face, making my mouth water while she rides my leg. I capture one with my mouth, grazing her nipple with my teeth, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. Daelyn’s grip on my shoulders tightens, her nails digging into my skin while her speed picks up.

Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I tug it hard enough to make her back bow, which gives me easier access to her tits. She hisses through clenched teeth, her pace speeding up. Pinching one nipple hard, I make her cry out and her thighs shake. She grinds against me faster.

“Tell me who owns you.”

Ignoring me, Daelyn closes her eyes.

I pinch her nipple again and twist it. “Eyes on me, Firefly.”

Her eyelids fly open, her breaths quickening as she grinds on me harder, faster.

“That’s my good girl.”

She whimpers, swirling her hips for better friction.

“Tell me who owns you.” I want the name of the man who put her in so many dangerous situations. “Say his name, Daelyn.” I tuck the blade away but hold the handle against her throat. She’s so far gone, chasing her release, that I don’t think she notices. “Say it.”

“Mmmph.” Her body shakes and I can hear the wet noises her pussy makes gliding along the textured pad. My girl is drenched.

“You want to be filled, Daelyn? Stuffed with cock, and stretched around my length until you can’t feel anything else?” I shove the knife handle harder against her neck.

Her brows pinch. Eyes get glassy. Her pretty little mouth parts when she starts panting like a dog in heat.

“That’s it, slut. Chase your release. Soak my thigh with your cum.” I drop the blade on the cot and use both hands to hold her hips, helping her move faster on me. She’s so fragile in my hands. So powerful. “Come on, baby.”

Daelyn trembles so hard I think she’s going to rattle apart. And then she stops. “I can’t!”

Shoving off me, Daelyn storms over to the wall, and slaps it while she screams.

The girl’s gone mad.

Chapter 30

Daelyn

Endurance test, my ass!

I was so close to an orgasm just now from Dmitri’s words, his grip, the knife, the bites, the way he made me look at him, the friction of the textured pad on his thick fucking thigh... all to have it still not be enough for me to blow. He did this on purpose just to make me fail.

I hate him.

Slamming my palms against the concrete wall, I throw a complete hissy fit.

“Daelyn.” The asshole has the audacity to come near me.

“Fuck you.” I shove him back, wanting nothing more than to kick him in the balls, just like he taught me when we were training earlier when he said to always fight dirty if I’m in danger.

I’d put those skills to use right now if I could see straight.

This isn’t a simple boohoo-I-want-to-come-and-can’t meltdown. I’m seeing red. Unraveling at the seams. All my pieces that were sewn into a Frankenstein have come apart again and I can’t pull myself together.

What the hell is wrong with me?

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