Page 27 of Dmitri

At five in the morning, I’m not logged into my computer like I should be. Instead, I’m lying in bed, with a delicious ache between my thighs, and enough confusion in my brain to make me feel hungover.

Dmitri.

That crazy, sexy stranger broke into my house last night and fucked me so good I’m still reeling with the pleasure.

Look, I’ve been in a lot of dangerous situations where I’ve done some shit, seen some shit, and had to clean up some shit. Last night should have scared me more than it did, which speaks volumes as to how desensitized I’ve become.

I blame Kaleb for a lot of it.

Pulling the covers over my head, I close my eyes and sigh.

Dmitri.

His soulless, glacial blue eyes will haunt me forever. To think last night I’d nearly convinced myself that I was delusional and had made him up, only to have the ache between my thighs, and the condom wrapper still on my floor to prove that he is very much real.

And he must very much like me.

They say it’s better to work with the devil you know than the devil you don’t. What kind of devil is Dmitri? Better than Kaleb, or worse?

I didn’t get to see him fight in the cage that night, but there was an obvious shift in the crowd when he arrived. That much I could hear from my position on the wall in the room with a bed and small closet.

Ugh, speaking of that room. I can’t believe that old manlied to me about the building. He totally gaslighted me! And the worse thing is, even with all the proof I had, his stonewall nonsense still almost worked on me. I was doubting myself left and right, and he added to it.

Kaleb’s cronies are the same way. They act like they don’t know what you’re talking about, even though they know everything. They play stupid. Lie. Ignore. Deflect. It’s the only game they can play and win. Losing could get them killed.

Is Dmitri playing the same game, or a different one? A worse one?

How on earth did he know I was there looking for him? The only security cameras I saw were busted and hanging off the sides of the building as if someone had knocked them with a baseball bat or something. But he knew I was there looking for Dmitri, or last night would have never happened. That old man must have told him I was there.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Dmitri had said last night.“I want to know why you’re so fucking desperate.”

“I’m not desperate.”

“Yes, you are.You’ve been looking for me.”

He’s right. And I’ll be back at the warehouse tonight to find him again.

Kaleb told me Dmitri killed his father. Simple math puts them at the same age or close to it. Not that I can really tell how old Dmitri is, but he doesn’t look much older than Kaleb. Can a kid kill a grown man and get away with it, especially if that man was a convicted felon with a rap sheet a mile long?

I met Kaleb when he was sixteen, and I was twelve. Six months after I moved in with my foster family, he and I became two peas in a pod. He lived down the road from my school, but I never knew where exactly. He always either came to my house or made me meet him out in public somewhere.

Dmitri’s kind of playing that same game. He came to melast night and I have no clue where to find him still.

Jeez, my head hurts. This is too much braining before sunrise. Time to start the day and make some money.

Rolling out of bed, I throw away the condom and wrapper still on my floor, then head into my bathroom. Twisting my hair into a messy bun, I wash up, remembering what it was like to do this last night after Dmitri smeared his cum all over my face. It was disgusting. Degrading.

I loved it.

Just one more surprise I wasn’t prepared for, honestly. I’m usually a slut for praise. Call me a good girl, and I’ll do just about anything you want me to. Kaleb knows that and uses it to his advantage.

Dmitri just stormed in, railed me, degraded me, and left.

But there was something about it that made me feel, I don’t know… appreciated? Respected?

Wowwww. I need to get a grip.

Tell that to my pussy. It’s already whining that Dmitri’s not here to do it all again.

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