Page 67 of Dmitri

The energy between us warms again.

“Aw hell.” He tightens his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. We hold each other for a while before he finally says, “I haven’t fought in a long time. But shit’s gone sideways for me lately, and throwing fists is my way of dealing with my demons.”

I lightly run my fingers down his back. Scars are everywhere on him. There’s no way I’m touching the triangular shaped one left by that iron. I’m still sickened to think of how the hell a mother could do that do her own son.

“It’s not all bad in the ring,” he says lightly. “I met you there.”

I pull back, rolling my eyes dramatically. “Lame.”

Dmitri laughs. “Lame but true. How else would we have met?”

I’m sure Kaleb would have cooked up some other way to put me in Dmitri’s path. “Maybe fate would have shoved us together some other way.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”

“Well, I do.”

He chuckles again, like I’m adorable for saying that, andungracefully spins me around, just to slide my ass against his groin so he can be the big spoon. We stay like this, nestled together, in silence, for a while.

“The water’s getting cold,” he finally whispers against the shell of my ear.

“So is our food.”

He reaches over and tries to grab the bowl of fruit off the counter, but his arms aren’t long enough to reach it. “Damnit.”

I lean forward and he stands up, making some of the water slosh out of the tub. Dmitri snags the bowl and looks down at me with a devilish grin. His hard dick is right in my face, the piercing gleaming in the candlelight. His legs are so thick and muscular. There’s a long cut on one, but it’s scabbed over, and I wonder what happened there.

Plucking out a grape, Dmitri rolls it between his thumb and forefinger before placing it between his teeth. Then he squats down, leans into my face, and arches his brow.

Rising on my knees, I gently take it from him with my teeth. We kiss, rolling the firm grape back and forth between our mouths. He growls and lifts me up, unceremoniously taking me out of the tub. He pulls back and eats the grape while saying, “Don’t let go of me.”

I wrap my arms wrap around his neck, my legs hooking tight at his waist. He saunters out of the bathroom with both of us dripping wet. Goosebumps ripple all over my body as Dmitri storms over to the waiting tray of food and pulls the lid off the first dish.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, Daelyn.”

D feeds me a French fry while I cling to him.

“What would you like next?”

I stare down at the tray, waiting patiently as he lifts the lids off each plate. He makes me feel like his little pet that he enjoys taking care of. I hate how much I want it to be true. “I want theburger.”

He grabs the hefty sucker and holds it up to me. “Bite.”

My god, this shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but it is. Wetness drips out of me and it’s not from the tub. Flavor bursts on my tongue and I’m suddenly ravenous. I go to take another bite, but Dmitri pulls it back before I can get it. “Patience, Firefly.”

He holds my gaze for several seconds before slowly bringing the burger back to my lips. “One more bite.”

I chomp down and take a bite that’s too big to chew.

Dmitri laughs as he wipes some of the mayo off the corner of my mouth. “What next, baby?”

My heart sighs as I point at a croissant I don’t remember him ordering. In fact, he hadn’t asked for the fruit bowl either. Or the roasted asparagus. There’s a lot of extra food on this big tray.

He lifts the pastry to my mouth, and I wait for him to give me permission to eat it.

The thrill that shoots through me when he smiles at my obedience is a huge red flag. I don’t care. I like that I’m pleasing him. I like the way I feel when I make him happy.

“Bite,” he orders gruffly.

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