Page 128 of Cruel Honor

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I want you to be on top this time.”

I stare at him, unsure. What if I’m bad at it? It was easy to hide underneath his body before, but if I’m on top, all of me will be before him. I won’t be able to hide at all.

“Let’s try, and if you don’t like it, we can stop.” He grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. His erection is so close to my opening.

“Ok. But show me what you like?”

“God yes.” He helps me to angle my hips over his length, and then slowly, I lower myself down.

This new position makes him sink deeper into me. It’s almost too much, but I keep going. I gasp once he’s all the way inside me. My hips on either side of his hips. His hands on my waist. His eyes locked onto mine.

I feel powerful like this. Instantly, all the nerves leave me, and only desire remains.

“Ride me,” he says, making me blush, which makes him smile, and I do as he says. I begin to move my hips back and forth. Dimitri helps me find a pace and rhythm that works for us both: not too slow but not too fast. It’s just right.

My hands land on his chest to steady myself. Meeting Dimitri’sgaze leaves me hot and bothered. For just a moment, I think I might spontaneously combust.

He sits up, bringing our chests together. Every thrust of our hips makes me nipples brush his hard muscles. Goosebumps break out onto my skin.

“God, Evie,” he growls, wrapping his arms around me and somehow bringing us even closer together. Our lips are so close, both of us breathing in each other’s air, but we don’t kiss. We only lock eyes and move.

My hips grind down, moving back and forth on top of him. His erection is so deep within me, and that knowledge makes my inner walls clench around him. Dimitri’s eyes darken as he lets out a low growl. I gasp.

I grip his shoulders. God, he’s so strong. So powerful. So masculine.

I know at this moment, as I look deep into his eyes as we make love, that I love him. There’s no point in denying it.

The only question is—when will I tell him?

I know Dimitri cares for me, but does he love me? I’m a little scared to put myself out there and not receive anything in return.

But for now, I focus on the pleasure Dimitri shows my body. At this moment, we’re in perfect harmony.

Dimitri holds onto my hips, thrusting into me. I let out a soft moan and drop my head back. It feels too good to be true.

“Tell me you like this,” he says, his lips against my throat.

“I love it.”

“Fuck. Evie, I love it, too.” I can imagine him telling me he loves me, and it’s enough to make my second orgasm happen.

I arch my back against his before leaning forward and burrowing my face into his neck. Dimitri thrusts into me, once, twice, and finally a third time before he comes.

I can feel him tremble. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt Dimitri feel so … vulnerable. So human. Not the intimidating Bratva man I once thought he was.

He runs his hands up and down my back, calming me. The wordsIlove youare on the tip of my tongue, but I hold it back. I don’t want to tell him that right after sex. I don’t want him to think it’s the sex that’s making me feel this way.

It’s not the sex. It’s him.

He lies on his back, bringing me down with him so I’m resting on his chest. “I could do that every day.”

“Only if my body allows it.”

He makes a sound deep in his chest. “I’ll make sure your body can handle it.”

“You’re awfully confident in your skills.”

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