Page 109 of Dmitri

“What’s your safe word?”

“Crocodile.”

“Good girl.” He stands in front of me in only a pair of gym shorts. When he flashes a smile, my heart sighs. “See the cameras?” Dmitri points up at the ceiling. “There are four in the room. Everything is being watched for our safety, okay?”

“Someone’s watching us right now?”

“Always.” His gaze intensifies. “Even when the club is closed, surveillance does not stop.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Can they hear us?”

“Sometimes. If they turn the sound on for that room.”

Panic hits my bloodstream.

“These cameras arenotin my bedroom,” he quickly adds, likely knowing my mind just went to the confessions of all the illegal shit I’ve been caught up in.

I look at one mounted in the far corner. The woman in the lobby told me, when I first arrived here and filled out the forms, that cameras were everywhere because safety is the Monarch’s first priority. In a way, I like having the extra caution. Not that I think Dmitri would hurt me, but it’s comforting to know I’m not completely alone and at the mercy of someone else.

Even if that’s exactly what’s about to happen.

“I can say crocodile if I don’t like it.”

“Absolutely. And the scene will stop immediately.”

“Okay.” I trust him. Damn my stupidity, but I trust him. I loathe how desperate I am for an escape and that it’s turned me into this…

“Face me and spread your arms out wide.”

Leaning forward by the foot of the bed, I feel like a criminal with her head on a chopping block while Dmitri goes over to another part of the room for something. Closing my eyes, I calm my racing heart and wait. My head hangs off the edge of the wooden four-by-four and my legs are bent under me, spread for balance.

Dmitri gently cuffs my wrists. “No way out…” He fastens a collar around my neck. “And so many ways in.” Squatting down, he kisses me softly and adds, “You can also tap the wood if it’s too much.”

“Yes, King.”

“God damn,” he growls, standing up and sliding his shorts off. He kicks them to the side and pumps his length, giving me a great view of the piercing at the tip of his dick. Then he fists my hair. “Open.”

My jaw drops, and he guides his cock slowly into my mouth.

“That’s my good girl.”

He fucks my face like he’s got all the time in the world.

Locked in place, I can’t escape him. Not that I want to. But what’s going to happen when this is over? How is it going to end? What will Kal—

“Fuuuuck,” Dmitri hits the back of my throat, making me gag. “Your mouth feels so good on me, Daelyn.”

I focus on his words and grunts. My thoughts shift to making him feel good, until it’s all I think about.

“You take me so well, baby. Fuuuck yeah.”

I suck him harder and find a rhythm we both like.

“You’re doing so good, Firefly.” He grunts and fucks my face slowly. “But I need your pussy now.” Dmitri pulls out and climbs onto the bed. The mattress dips from his weight as he positions himself behind me. I expect him to ram inside me. Take what he wants. Instead, he uses a vibrator on my clit and stuffs two fingers in my pussy. “You’re soaked already, and we only just started.”

We didn’t just start. I’ve been trying to get myself off since I woke up, damnit. My pussy’s so swollen and wet, it was a menace while we trained. And the more needy I got, the sloppier my moves became.

“Fuck me, King.” Pressing my cheek against the wood, I feel a calmness settle over me. I’m a whore to want this as badly as I do. And I’m an asshole because I want it from Dmitri, the man I’m here to ruin. “Make it hurt.”

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