Page 24 of Dmitri

My mouth is so dry, I can’t swallow. “I…”

His frosted gaze roams over my face as if he’s noting every little detail. Then his eyes drop to my mouth. “Answer me.”

Lie, Daelyn. Say whatever you have to. “I want to get to know you.”

He chuckles, amused at my feeble attempt to flatter him. “Why?”

“Why not?”

He twirls a long chunk of my wet hair between his fingers. “I’m not the one for you, Firefly. Don’t mistake the other night for something more than it was.”

“And what was that?”

“You were a prize. A hole to fuck. That’s all, babygirl.”

Ihatethat nickname so much. “Daelyn,” I correct. “My name is Daelyn,notbabygirl.”

“Daelyn,” he repeats like he’s decoding an ancient language.

“Do you have a name?”

“Yes.” He flashes another smile and tilts his head, studying me.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?”

“No.” He tilts his head the other way. It makes me squirm even if I’m not afraid of him as much as I was two minutes ago. If he was here to hurt me, he would have at least touched me by now. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been to that oldwarehouse every night for the past two weeks.”

How does he know that?Heat fills my cheeks. “I told you. I wanted to get to know you.”

“Why?”

Because it’s the only way out of the trouble I’m in. “Because you… you’re…” Words fail me when he licks his lips, staring at my mouth like he wants to kiss me. It makes all my brain cells flicker and die.

“You’re what?” He continues twirling my hair in his fingers.

“Desperate.” The confession slams down like an axe between us, severing the tension.

His brow crinkles and eyes harden. “Dmitri,” he says darkly, letting go of my hair. “My name is Dmitri.”

Then he kisses me so hard, he lifts me off the motherfucking ground.

Chapter 6

Dmitri

Call me a fool. Call me a psycho. Call me a monster.

“My name is Dmitri.” The instant my hands are on her, I know I’m incapable of letting go. Slamming my mouth to hers, I kiss her like I’m just as desperate as she is for a repeat of the other night. I don’t know where Silas found this woman, but goddamn, am I so grateful he did.

She’s even more gorgeous than I remember. And crazier, considering she wasn’t all that freaked out to find me in her bedroom like a fucking stalker.

I’ll analyze that later. Right now, I just need tofeelsomething.

I need to feel…

“Daelyn,” I growl before biting her fat bottom lip.

She hooks her arms around my neck and kisses me back. The woman tastes like mint and strawberries. I’m an idiot to believe I’ve found someone who matches my level of fuckery, but that Daelyn not only stalked my stomping grounds for two weeks, in the middle of the night mind you, and wasn’t even freaked to find me in her bedroom just now, has me so hard I could snap.

---