Page 48 of Dmitri

With an arched brow, I nod. Does she want to see those spaces? I’ll take her. Does she want to participate? I’ll join her.

Later.

“Want to play another game with me, Firefly?”

I don’t bother hiding my wicked smile. It’s a miracle I haven’t rucked her dress up and eaten her pussy in the hallway with how dynamite she looks tonight. Wearing her hair down was a punishment I set on myself. My hands itch to gather it and tug hard enough to make her lose her breath.

Especially while I rail her from behind.

Focus.

“What’s up with you playing games, Dmitri? First, lie for a lie, truth for a truth, and now…”

“A staring contest,” I say casually.

Confusion looks adorable on her. “That’s it?”

“Did you want more?” Because I’ll happily oblige. I find myself eager to give her whatever she craves.

“I…” Daelyn snaps her mouth closed and looks around the room again. “What do I have to do besides stare at you?”

I press my hand against her back, bringing her closer to me so I can whisper in her ear, “Win.”

Her breath shudders out of her. “Win,” she repeats quietly.

“Keep your eyes on me, Daelyn.” I run my fingers up her rib cage. “While I make you come.”

She said she needs rough sex to find release. I’m on board with that, but it’s likely not the only way she can blast off. I know this because I heard what shewasn’tsaying. She shuts down. Numbs out. Detaches herself in situations just to get through them. I’d recognized that look I saw in her eyes the night of the fight when I fucked her against the wall. I also read her body language when I fucked her at her house.

This is a mistake, the angel on my shoulder reminds me for the dozenth time.

This is going to be fun, argues the devil on my other side.

They can both fuck right off because ultimately, the choice is Daelyn’s. What she says, goes. Nothing else matters.

“We don’t have to play, if you’re not interested.” I toss her an easy smile. “I just wanted to have some fun with you.”

“Like I’m a toy you can play with?”

Her tone is aggressive, but the way her cheeks blush leads me to think the idea turns her on. “If you want to be a fucktoy, we can negotiate that, too.”

“Negotiate.” She says it like that’s a foreign concept.

I’m starting to see how very new she is to kink.

“As your Dom, my first and only priority is you and your safety, Daelyn. I need to know all your hard and soft limits. What you like and don’t like. I’ll never coerce you into anything and will stop the instant you tell me your safe word.”

She scoffs like that’s not really how this works. It’s insulting and makes me see red.

“I don’t know how things have gone for you in the past, Daelyn, but here, with me, or any other staff member at the Monarch, for that matter, you’re in charge.Youcall all the shots.”

“If that’s true, then I’d be the Dom.”

Fuck, she’s too new. I’ll need to tread much more slowly than I anticipated. That’s okay. It’ll give me more time to unravel her and learn about the woman who’s captivated me all too easily.

“A Dom leads and protects. There’s a power exchange between us.” I sit her down on one of the chaise lounges. “Everything we do must be consensual. I can guide, encourage, and teach you about yourself through sex, but first we must be one hundred percent honest with each other.”

Some of the color drains from her face.

---