Page 86 of Cruel Honor

But I don’t think there’s any stopping it.

He doesn’t relent on my body, even as I feel something building within my core. I know exactly what it is even if I’ve never experienced it before.

I gasp and buck my hips back against him as my orgasm washes over me. I tremble and shudder and gasp even more.

Dimitri doesn’t remove his hand from between my legs. “How was that?” His voice is right next to my ear. I can feel his chest pressing against my back.

Except, instead of feeling suffocated, I feel protected.

“That was …”

He laughs—the sound reverberating through his body into my own. “Good for you?”

“Yes,” I admit, my face flushing all over again.

“I can’t believe you’re a virgin. I mean, I’m not surprised, but just knowing that I’ll be the first man to have all your firsts makes me so fucking hard.”

I gasp from his words. “Who said you were getting my firsts?” I’m not sure why I’m testing him. His arrogance drives me crazy. It’s so rude and uncouth.

But it also drives me crazy in other ways.

“Aren’t I?” He rolls me onto my back. I’m hyperaware of my dress around my waist and my underwear on the floor. “I think we’re pastthe point of no return. I tried to let you go, and I failed spectacularly. I’m not letting you go now.”

“I don’t want you to let me go,” I agree.

“Good. You know, I haven’t given you a proper first kiss yet.”

“Our wedding day.”

“No. That was a peck. This is a kiss.” He brings his lips to mine.

The kiss starts off slow and careful before quickly morphing into something more passionate and seductive. It’s obvious Dimitri is a good kisser. I hope he thinks I’m good, too.

His hands frame my face as he kisses me deeper. When he settles his hips between my legs, I can feel all of him.

All his … hardness.

I want to be consumed by Dimitri, but I know right now isn’t the time. Tatiana’s face flashes behind my eyes, and I pull back from Dimitri and gently push him away.

To his credit, he pulls back immediately. “Evie?”

“It’s too much right now.”

Understanding fills his eyes. “Ok.”

I push my dress down and sit up awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

But Dimitri knows what to do. He always knows.

“Come here,” he says softly. Wrapping his arms around me, he lays us both down and pulls my back to his chest.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m holding you.”

I huff. “No, I mean …”

His hands rest of my stomach, but he doesn’t bring them down farther. He keeps them planted right there. “You’re scared because of what happened. I remember the first time I ever killed someone. My dad expected me to grow up and become a Bratva man, so he gave me a man to kill. That man had tried robbing my father so in my father’s eyes, he deserved to die. I didn’t hesitate. I killed him. I was thirteen.”

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