Page 91 of Dmitri

Dmitri rattles apart, roaring with a release that has my eyes crossing with pleasure. I didn’t even come, and I don’t care. The only thing hotter than a man dying to get inside you is for him to lose his mind the instant he gets what he wants.

He pulls out and quickly releases the belt around my wrists. I’m out of breath and haven’t done anything but lie here and take a glorious dickdown. Tapping my thigh, he signals for me to roll over and I spread my legs wide so he can have easy access to whatever he wants next.

“Eyes on me.” He slides down to lick my pussy and shoves two fingers inside me and hits my g-spot. Groaning, I keep my gaze locked on his, even if it’s hard to see in the dark and I want nothing more than to close my eyes and let myself go.

But this connection we seem to have built is something I’ve never had before and is worth more to me than a release. I’ve always detached during sex because it either wasn’t that good, or it was disgustingly miserable. Dmitri makes everything so much better.

I wish we had the lights on so I could see how hot he looks between my thighs. Right now, he’s more like a shadow. A deliciously big, bad shadow.

I grip the bedding, my belly heating with a coil that tightens, tightens, tightens…

Clamping my thighs around his head, I hold his face against my pussy with both hands and gyrate against his mouth, coming hard enough to make my ears ring.

D hooks his arms under my legs and keeps tongue-fucking me long after I’ve let go and melted into a puddle on my bed. He makes me come two more times. The last one makes me cry because I can’t handle how sensitive I suddenly am.

I can’t stand that I’m letting him do this.

I can’t stand myself.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“Good.” He rides up my body, laying hot kisses all over my sweaty skin until he finally reaches my mouth. “Now you won’t be able to walk away from me so easily this time.”

I shouldn’t walk away from him. I shouldrun.

Holding Dmitri against me, my mind swirls with ways to get out of this mess. To survive it. I need to look out for Addie and myself, but my instincts scream for me to look out for Dmitri too.

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” I suddenly ask.

Dmitri lifts up and I can see his pearly white teeth in the darkness when he answers with, “You really want to know?”

I nod.

“I cried in front of my mother.”

That’s… not at all what I was expecting him to say.

But I’ve hit a nerve because he pulls away from me and there’s a chill between us now. Dmitri sighs heavily and turns on the lamp by my bed and I blink against the sudden brightness of it.

“What thefuck?” Dmitri’s tone is so harsh it makes me flinch. He’s on me in a flash and my fight-or-flight response goes haywire. I freeze. “Daelyn, your throat.”

I reach up, having no clue why he’s looking at me with such terror. “What’s wrong with it?”

His gaze goes to my hand. My bandaged hand.

That’s holding my bruised throat.

Annnnd now he’s seeing my broken blood-vessel eyes because the light is shining on me.

He grips the side of his head and steps back. “That’s why you left. I went too far… I…” He doubles over and screams, “Fuck!”

“Dmitri—”

“Stay back.” He puts his hand up like a shield to hold me off. “Seriously. Stay back from me, Daelyn. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

The crack in his voice has me scrambling off the bed to make this right. “Dmitri, it’s fine.”

“Nothingabout this is fine.” He grabs his clothing from thefloor. “I’m leaving. I will not come to you again. It’s over.”

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