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He fingers me roughly, his tongue sinfully swirling and flicking my clit. A tightness coils deep inside me, pressure building quickly. Slamming one hand on the ceiling, the other holding the top of his head against me, I grow dizzy with need. If I come like this, I’ll fly apart.

I need that.

I need—

He sucks on my clit hard enough to make me detonate. My pussy clenches as I scream through an orgasm that has Dmitri digging his fingers into my ass cheeks to keep me from falling and possibly breaking my neck. Adrenaline courses through my system, making my head spin.

Even after the wave of pleasure subsides, Dmitri seems intent on savoring every drop he’s wrung out of me. Then he slowly, carefully, lowers me back to the floor.

“Having dessert first is the only way to enjoy a meal.” The wicked, satisfied smile on his face is stunning. With a little pullon my arm, he escorts me over to the tub and turns the faucet off before helping me climb inside. “Do you still want me to join you?”

“Yes.”

D nods once and unbuttons his shirt. The candlelight flickers all over the room, casting his muscles into shadows and soft light. He’s beautiful. Peeling his shirt away, he turns around to hang it on a towel hook and my heart skids to a stop when I see his back.

Oh my god. “What is that?”

Chapter 16

Dmitri

I turn to Daelyn, controlling my tone and play dumb. “What’s what?”

Although I assume it’s the scars on my back she’s referring to, I’m not about to proceed as if that’s the case without knowing for certain.

My girl stutters her words out when she says, “I… I’m s-sorry. That was really rude of me.”

“No, it wasn’t. If you have a question, ask it. If you’re concerned, voice it. I can’t help if I don’t know the context, though.”

She sighs and casts her big doe eyes up at me. “You said your mother hurt you.”

She’s definitely referring to what she sees on my back. “Yes.”

“Did she do… that?” Daelyn shakes her head quickly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t ask such a personal question. You don’t have to answer.”

I know I don’t, but I will anyway. “Not all of it, no. But most.” Calmly sliding my pants down, I step out of them and stand before Daelyn naked. I’ve never had a problem with my body. I don’t even mind my scars. What Idohave an issue with is when someone looks at me with fucking pity. It makes my skin crawl.

“It’s okay, Firefly. I’m over it. Have been for a really long time.”

So much for being honest…

“Dmitri, get in here, now!” Mom yells from the living room.

I close my algebra textbook and get off the floor. I have no clue what’s got her mad this time, but her tone already has me bracing for the worst. “Yes, Mom?”

“Did you tell someone that I neglect you?”

I freeze at the entrance of our living room, my heartbeat kicking up fast enough to make me dizzy. “No, Mom.”

Her eyes harden as she holds the iron down on my dad’s shirt. “No?”

“No, I swear.”

“You would lie to people? Make me out to be a terrible mother? Get me in trouble? What kind of son lies about something so cruel?”

I take a step back, my instincts screaming for me to run. But I can’t. I have no place to go, and running to Ryker’s is only a temporary solution to my long-term problem. I’d have to come home eventually, and she’ll be waiting for me when I do.

“You’re a bad boy, Dmitri.”

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