Page 40 of One Love

The strength he has is fucking immense, and I’m in awe of how he seems to move me around so easily. He wraps my legs around his waist next, his palms clutching at my ass, squeezing tightly as he lines himself up.

One short, sharp movement is all it takes before he’s inside me. His cock fills me so completely that I hate the thought of him ever leaving. Then he starts moving, in and out so quickly I can’t hold back my gasps. It’s difficult to stay quiet when being pounded into oblivion against a rough tree trunk, but I’m nothing if not dedicated to trying. If we get caught, we’re not just spending a night in the holding cells.

My jacket rides up some more as Dmitry moves one of his hands from my ass to squeeze my breast, pinching at my nipple before claiming my mouth with his. It’s like he knew a louder scream was pending and he’s stolen the sound for himself, our tongues tangling in a dance like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Just as another orgasm begins to build, he pulls out of me then detaches my legs from around his waist while still managing to kiss the shit out of me. I slap his arm because I was enjoying that, but he surprises me by taking charge yet again, groaning into my mouth before twisting my body around. He chuckles against my neck as he begins kissing from my shoulder to my jaw, leaving a trail of painful nips in his wake.

“Hands against the trunk.”

I purposefully mistake what he’s saying and reach behind me to grip his cock in my palm, squeezing him, pumping him torturously slow. But I’m just as needy as he is so I quickly aim his tip for my entrance, bending over to give him easy access before resting my hands against the bastard trunk.

“I won’t call you a good girl,” he whispers into my ear as he slides into me. “Because you’ll never be good, but you are fucking unreal. My bad Little Demon.” He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back inside me, bringing his hand around to my mouth just in time for me to bite on his fingers instead of screaming out loud.

My palms get just as scratched up as the bottom of my back as he pounds into me again and again, his balls banging against my clit and causing my whole body to shake in anticipation of the next orgasm.

It builds from the tips of my toes and they curl, then it flows up my legs at the same time as electric shocks travel down from my neck, and they meet up in the middle, right inside my pussy, before it all explodes. My body involuntarily spasms against him and I continue to ride the high, the aftershocks making me groan as he gives one final thrust, slapping my ass before squeezing it hard.

“Still so fucking addictive,” he rumbles into my ear and I shiver against him.

“You’ll get bored soon.”

“Never.”

After our session in the overgrown backyard of Cook’s abandoned house, we both went our separate ways. I felt like I needed to set a boundary with Dmitry, so as we covered ourselves up I went straight back to business, telling him toinform me if there’s movement and all that.

Now I’m home, in my giant bed, and my only focus is on my need to change the sheets. They still smell of him. The last time he slept here may have been the best night’s sleep since I can remember, but that doesn’t mean I want to be reminded of the fact.

My phone vibrates on my bedside table and I almost ignore it, but it could be him. Or Hallie. And I don’t want to miss either of them.

Fuck. That’s something for future me to dissect, because right now I just don’t want to.

It’s not a text from either of them. It’s an app I don’t recognize telling me there’s movement by my front door.

What the…?

The sound of a key turning in the lock makes me grab the knife under my pillow, ready to launch it at whoever’s about to come through that door. However, I’m not a stupid woman, I have a hunch I know exactly who it is so I don’t aim for his head when the door does finally open.

I still throw it, but more as a warning. “Dmitry, you can’t keep turning up wherever I am and think it’s okay. It’s kinda fucking creepy.” The knife slams into the wall beside the door and heturns to look at it before glancing back at me with a raised brow and that damn smile.

“You like creepy. Take that tank top off and roll onto your stomach.” He pulls a small tube of something out of his pocket before getting very,verynaked and climbing into my bed beside me.

“Dmitry—”

“Top, roll.” He gestures with his finger for me to turn over and I sigh.

He straddles my legs just as something cold touches my skin. I don’t flinch though, because it’s actually quite calming. Especially when he begins to massage it into my back and the cool of the cream soothes the heat from the tree-trunk grazes.

“Thank you, Dmitry.” It’s out of character for me to be grateful like this, but everything about this man pushes my boundaries.

“Just doing what any man would do for his woman, Little Demon, so thankyou.”

I’m going to let thehis womancomment slide for now because he has magic hands and I can feel myself slipping into sleep. A sleep I so desperately need. When his hands finally stop their movements and he climbs off me, I don’t fight him when he drags me into him and kisses the back of my neck before darkness claims me until morning.

Chapter Thirteen

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“Quit watching me sleep, you creeper.” I just grin at her words because she’s so fucking adorable when she hisses, especially when she’s half asleep. That said, I would never tell her that while lying this close to her. I like my balls right where they are and in mint condition.

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