Page 90 of Dmitri

He grabs my ass, lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him as he stumbles through my living room and up the steps.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says against my mouth. “You’ve ruined me.”

Guilt swirls in my belly because that’s exactly what I’m supposed to do. I was ordered to ruin him.

And I don’t want to.

He kicks my bedroom door open and lays me on the bed. We separate long enough for him to pull his shirt off. I yank on my clothes, tearing them off me like they’re on fire.

There’s a chemistry between us that shouldn’t exist. A connection that shouldn’t be there. I’m not sure how I’m goingto survive this, but it’s not me I’m most worried about in this situation.

“What if I do ruin you?” I ask while he peppers hot kisses down my neck.

“Firefly, you could stab me in the heart while kissing me and I’d die a happy man.” He tugs off his belt, slipping it effortlessly through the loops, and turns me over. Cracking my ass with it, he spanks me hard enough to make my cheeks clench.

“That’s for being a bad girl and leaving the club without saying goodbye.” He spanks me again. “That’s for robbing me of the honor of taking care of you after I ravaged your sweet body for an entire night.”

“I’m not even a little sorry,” I lie, breathlessly.

“Brat.” He spreads my legs wide and licks my pussy. “So, fucking wet already. Good, because bad girls need to learn their lessons.” He grabs my hands, pulling them behind my back, then trails the belt down along my butt again. “Can I bind your wrists?”

“Yes.”

I can’t explain why him tying me up brings a calmness to my chaotic brain. But having some of my mobility impaired makes me focus on the trust I need to have in Dmitri.

Hold on. Trust? Itrusthim? Jesus, I’m fucked up.

Staying still while he makes quick work of wrapping the belt around my wrists, I let my body relax.

“Too tight?”

“No.” Anticipation has my heart smashing against my ribs. Earlier in the shower, when I couldn’t get Dmitri out of my head, I couldn’t make myself come no matter how hard I tried. I felt too empty. Too numb. And I’ve been uncomfortably needy ever since.

I hear his pants slide down. Then he’s suddenly loomingover me, the bed dipping with his weight, springs squeaking and headboard knocking against the wall.

“Did you miss me?” he whispers against my ear while gently moving my hair over so he can kiss my neck.

“Not even a little.”

“Liar.”

He nips my earlobe hard enough to make me yip. My pussy clenches and I swear I’m so wet it’s leaking out of me. Sliding his arm under my belly, Dmitri pulls up, so I’m arched and more open for him.

“I didn’t miss you either,” he growls along my sensitive skin. “Not when I jerked off at the image of you coming, not when I stood watch outside your house all fucking afternoon, and not even when I saw you blocked my way in through the back.” He presses his dick against my pussy, sliding in so easily it’s like my body’s trying to swallow him whole.

And at this angle, he’s so fucking deep I can’t think straight.

Dmitri groans behind me, his thick arms bracketing my head, trembling slightly. “Ffffuck.” He keeps his thrust slow and deep. It’s torture. “I’ve been dying to get inside you.”

Scratch that.

It’s amazing.

Something about a man like Dmitri, who can probably get any woman he wants, saying what he just did to me sends my lust into high gear. I clench around his dick, making him moan.

“Christ,” he hisses. “Do that again.”

I don’t give him what he wants. Instead, I turn my head and bite his forearm. Hard. So hard I break his skin.

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