Page 56 of One Love

Squeezing my ass, followed by a slap, Dmitry climbs off from behind me and holds his hand out for me. I don’t take it, which only makes him smirk as he slides off his helmet at the same time as me.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into coming here.” I shake my head and begin following Dmitry inside.

Before walking through the door, he pauses and turns to me. “We’re gonna play a game tonight, Little Demon. I don’t know you, you don’t know me. I probably should’ve asked this before now, but do you have any hard limits?”

Is he being serious? He is…

I raise a questioning brow. “Dmitry, you’ve fucked me with the hilt of a knife, run a blade across my skin, and you’re asking me about hard limits? Is this a sex club?”

“No,” he laughs. “But consent is sexy.” He winks and flashes that damn grin, making me shake my head, trying desperately to hide my own growing smile.

“Okay.” I’ve never thought about hard limits before, I feel like I’m pretty much down for anything, actually… “Gun play. I’m not fucking stupid and I don’t want a loaded gun pointing at me or you while we’re fucking. That’s about it.” I shrug, truly unable to think of anything I wouldn’t want this man to do to me.

And fuck, that’s scary…the trust I have so quickly given to Dmitry is the total opposite of how I have lived for so long.

“That’s a good one. Same. I may be handy with a knife, but guns aren’t my thing. After you.” He opens the door and gestures for me to pass through first, slapping my ass again as I walk past him and head straight for the bar. It stings a little, but it’s a delicious sting, and he’s lucky not to lose a hand.

“What can I get ya? The busty bartender with flowing dark hair rests her palms on the bar and smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes and she’s obviously bored.

I don’t know this place or the people in it, so I’m careful with my drink choice.

“Bottled water, please. Leave the cap on.”

“Really? Why come to a bar and order water?” She scoffs and grabs my drink from the small refrigerator behind her, clearly not reading the room and the trained assassin standing right in front of her.

I turn to see what Dmitry is going to order, but he’s not there. He was right behind me when I walked in and now he’s gone. I don’t know whether to go back out and search for him or wait. Did he say he was going to the bathroom?

Fuck it, he can look after himself.

The bartender places my bottle of water in front of me, knocking it over when her eyes practically bulge out of her head as she looks over my shoulder. She’s lucky the lid is still on.

“Hey, sexy. Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” Dmitry’s voice is low, sultry, and I’m trying not to laugh at his cheesy pick-up line when I notice the bartender is still standing there, and she might as well be drooling.

“I’ll be yours. And I promise I’d never laugh at you like she just did.” Her smile reaches her eyes this time, and she must have adjusted her breasts to look bigger because she’s just a head on tits at this point.

Something inside me switches, and I have to hold myself back from reaching over the bar and smashing a glass to shove in this woman’s eye. I lower my head, glaring at her through my lashes, and I can’t control the snarl that escapes before I turn around. Dmitry is right there, so close but not touching, and I realize what he’s doing. The whole strangers meeting in a bar thing. It’s cute, and if it shuts this big tittied cunt up, I’m all in. That’s the only reason.

I run my hands up his chest and unzip his jacket, sliding my hands inside and feeling the warmth beneath his black T-shirt. Pushing off his jacket, I silently caress his biceps, all while our eyes are locked together. It’s like pure reverence emitting from his pale-green irises, and his gaze alone seems to hold a power over my entire body.

“Er, excuse me. I asked if the gentleman would like a drink.” Her now nasally voice makes me sneer and Dmitry’s lips tip up at the corners as he grips my waist, hoisting me onto the bar and stepping between my legs.

“I’ll drink from your pussy.Mine, nothing else will quench my thirst.“ I’m all for a bit of exhibitionism, but I’m going to draw the line if he actually tries to go down on me on this unsanitary slab of wood. It’s no secret that people, in general, do not wash their hands after pissing. My naked ass isn’t getting anywhere near that. Maybe that should be one of my hard limits.

His lips are on mine in seconds and he devours me, doing to my mouth what I now want him to do to my pussy—and I’m beginning to come around to the idea of doing it right here as he tightens his grip on my waist then pulls my head back by my braid to bite my neck.

“Hey! You can’t do this here. Iwillcall the police.”

That’s it.

I rip my mouth away from Dmitry and push him away a little to jump off the bar.

“Can’t a girl get dicked around here? You call the police and I’ll cut your huge fucking nipples off with the bottle opener. Okay?” The green-eyed monster makes an appearance, and I know I’m being irrationally jealous, but it’s uncontrollable. Dmitry is under my skin, through and through.

Fuck.

I won’t deny that I like it. I can’t.

The bartender’s eyes go wide before she puts her head down and scurries away to serve another customer. It’s a Monday night so it’s not busy, but there’s a steady flow of customers.

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