Page 39 of One Love

“You know those count as separate questions, right? You’ve got ten left once I’ve answered these.” He looks up from his cell before heading back downstairs and delving into one of his silver cases. “Brick Top is a character in a movie calledSnatch. Fucking great movie, by the way. So he’s not your friend because he’s not real.” He flashes his white teeth at me with that dangerously addictive grin of his and I shake my head. “Ten left.”

“Why did you deface my motorcycle?” He’s lucky I’m letting him keep his fingers for that stunt, but the fact he gave it back to me, fixed-up, does make it semi-forgivable.

After closing the silver cases, Dmitry stands and meets my eyes. There’s a moment of hesitation there before he speaks. “You mean the D on the tank? Marking my territory.” He wags his brows again. Every time he does it, there’s a suggestion in his gaze that I keep denying myself.

“Is there something other than the D that you did to my bike?” His reaction to my initial question makes me think there is, which is theonlyreason I’m ignoring his marking the territory comment. I step toward him, the only sound coming from my boots hitting the floor until we’re toe-to-toe. “Because you’d tell me if you did something else, wouldn’t you, Dmitry?”

His lips tighten in a sheepish smile. “Well…” He shrugs.

“Well, what?” He backs up against the wall, and I follow. “What did you do, Dmitry?” I had Crank check it over, but it’s possible he missed something.

“That would be telling.” His dangerous grin is etched onto his face.

“Yes, it would.” Raising my hand, I grip him by the throat and hold him against the wall. “Do you have a death wish? What are you hiding? Because you’re shit at the whole not showing what you’re feeling thing.”

The movement beneath my hand when he swallows makes me push harder, and my pushing isn’t the only thing that’s hard…the other thing is pressed against me and I don’t want to move away from it.

“You know I love it when you’re rough with me, Little Demon, but I’d prefer to stay alive.” The vibration of his chest as he chuckles lightly makes my nipples ache. “I may or may not have put a tracker on it.” He holds his palms out in surrender as my grip on his throat gets tighter.

Crank specifically looked for a tracker.

“Where?” The word is spoken through my gritted teeth. I’m very clearly not happy about this development, and again, if this were anyone else I’d have ripped his head off by now.

I hate that he’s making me behave like this, but shit, the way he’s capable of making me lose myself at the same time is so foreign to me.

“Brake light casing.” He shrugs before leaning forward against my hand and gripping my bottom lip between his teeth. Sucking it into his mouth, my grip loosens a little as he kisses me fiercely, then he drops to the floor, fucking commando rolls, and runs to the back door. “You’ve still got two questions left, but you can save those if you like.” He wags his brows then blows me a kiss before saying, “Catch me if you can, Little Demon.” The back door is open in the next moment and he’s gone, into the forest of a backyard.

Unless he’s climbing fences, he’s not getting very far, so I don’t rush. He absolutely deserves a kick to the groin for putting a tracker in my bike, and I plan on delivering said kick when I find him.

It’s dark outside, no street lighting, and the mass of trees and bushes in this yard makes it difficult to move, let alone see. Rustling of dead leaves makes me continue forward. The yard is longer than it is wide, and I’m guessing Dmitry is as far from the door as he can get.

“Come on, Dmitry. Stop running from me. I’ll only make you bleed a little.” There aren’t any surrounding yards to this property, it’s set off a little from the rest on the street, but I’m still conscious not to be too loud. It’s ironic that I’m stalking him right now and I can’t help the thrill of excitement that begins in my pussy.

“I expect better than a little, my Stabby Queen.” His whispered voice comes from the left, so I turn toward it, the rustling beneath both our feet making this feel more dangerous than it is.

The wind picks up, but considering we’re in April, it’s not causing me to freeze my tits off. There’s movement behind one of the few trees by the fence, so I slowly stalk toward it, careful with my footing. A stick snaps beneath my boot and I inwardly curse myself, but it makes Dmitry move.

Thing is, I move quicker. I grab the collar of his T-shirt and sharply pull him backward, making him fall down so I can easily straddle his hips and hold my palm over his mouth. The adrenaline from the quick chase is thrumming through my veins and I let go of his shirt to pull out one of my daggers. Removing my other hand from his mouth, I hit him with a glare and cut open his top, baring his tattooed chest.

When he tries to speak, I hold the knife over his lips and whisper, “Shh.”

It would be a shame to fuck up his tattoos, so I find a clear space on his sternum and begin the first cut. His whole body tenses at the pain, but he doesn’t complain, taking his punishment like a good boy.

When I’m finished, I cock my head to the side and grin.

“Don’t fuck with my bike again.” I practically spit the veiled threat into his face, and before he can pull his kissing-me-to-distract-me trick, I let go of him and stand with one leg on either side of him.

“Okay. But I’m gonna fuckyouagain.” Quick as a flash, he slides out from under me onto his knees and rips my black combat pants down to my ankles.

I’m a little stunned and completely turned on as he shoves his nose into my cunt and sniffs, groaning, then flicks his tongue over my clit. Gripping my leg, he pulls one of my boots off, followed by my pant leg and panties. They’re still on the other leg, my boot stopping them from coming all the way off, but that doesn’t bother either of us, it would seem.

He catches me off guard yet again when he stands and grips my thighs, shoving me against the tree trunk and lifting my legs over his strong shoulders. My head falls back into the tree as he buries his face in my pussy and goes to fucking town on me. I’m grinding against his face, my jacket riding up a little behind me with the friction against the tree, but the pain from the bark mixed with the pleasure of his tongue only makes me come quicker.

The growls of satisfaction coming from Dmitry’s throat add to the euphoria spreading through my body and my nipples are so hard and in need of attention I can barely catch my breath.

“Fuck me, Dmitry.”

“I plan to, Little Demon.” His words vibrate against me, sending a small aftershock through my body and making me twitch against him before he removes my legs from his shoulders.

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