Page 52 of Dmitri

Daelyn

I should have just kept my mouth shut and let him pleasure me, but nooooo, I had to have a conscience.

God, Dmitri’s icy eyes get even colder when he asks, “What did you lie to me about?”

Call me stupid. Call me crazy. Call me toxic. I don’t care. For whatever reason, I don’t want to fuck this up with Dmitri.

“I’ve never been to the beach,” I confess.

Wow. I can’t believe I’m suddenly acting this way. I can make lies roll off my tongue sweet as honey, except with Kaleb.

And apparently now with Dmitri.

I need to be careful that I don’t get too close to this man because it won’t just ruin me, it’ll destroy us. Wait. There isn’t anus. And there never will be because I’m here for one thing, and one thingonly. To fuck Dmitri so I can earn my and Addie’s freedom.

Dmitri pulls back from me and sits on his haunches. His big, muscular body looms like a dark cloud with lightning flashing in his gaze. “Why would you lie about that?”

“I don’t know.” Now I feel like a trussed up goose in cuffs. “I… breakfast was weird.”

“It wasbreakfast.” Dmitri runs a hand down his face and sighs. “Did you lie about anything else?”

I shake my head, feeling horrible for having disappointed him. “No. I swear.”

And as long as he doesn’t ask me personal questions, I’ll continue to tell him only truths. I just need to make sure we keep things at a surface level with our personal information, and only sexual when we’re in the Monarch or at my house. That shouldbe easy. No guy gets serious about life when they’re fucking. I’m convinced it’s an impossibility.

Stealing a glance at him, I hate how Dmitri looks hurt that I’ve lied about something as stupid as going to the beach. Except I get it. He told me something personal and I shit on it by lying when there was no reason to. I could have easily said I’d never been to the beach either, and we’d have had something in common regarding a trivial matter. Instead, I was dishonest, and that little white lie has me feeling sick with regret now.

“I’m sorry,” I squeak out, hating the unshed tears blurring in my vision. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says in a deeper, more exhausted tone.

“No, it’s not. I don’t even know why I said it.”

“Shhhh.” Dmitri crawls on top of me and cups my face. “It’s okay, Firefly.” He swipes the tear that falls down my face. I think I’ve cried more with him in a week than I have with anyone, collectively, in five years. I have no idea what that means. “But from now on, only truths, okay?”

“Okay.” I sniffle, regretting my outburst because the sexual tension between us has broken. He’s going to kick me out of the club, and I won’t blame him when he does.

If he had any sense, he’d see I’m a big problem and run for the hills. Red flags like me should be avoided at all costs. So why is he caressing me instead?

Is this another game? If so, I’m not sure I want to play.

“Do you want to leave or stay?” He draws back to read my expression. “Answer me, Daelyn.”

“Stay,” I say with zero confidence, and one hundred percent desperation. “I want to stay.”

His jaw ticks while he stares at me. Then he nods and whatever anger he felt about my beach lie seems to fade with his next kiss. His mouth is soft against mine. Strong. Confident. Persuasive. No human should be able to kiss like this. It’sunholy.

“Do you think you can win?” he asks against my lips.

“Only one way to find out.”

That earns me a genuine smile that makes his icy eyes almost silver. Their color is absolutely mesmerizing. Dmitri is pure seduction, sent to take me straight to Hell.

I can’t wait to burn.

“Eyes on me.” He lifts off me a little more. “You break eye contact, we start over. Understand?”

“Y-yes.”

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