Page 47 of Bloody Lace

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?

Ilie on the desk, the wood cold against my flushed cheek, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of my orgasm and Dimitri’s cock still inside me. And I already know the answer.

He’s dangerous, and I’m weak. I’vebeenweak for him since he pinned me up against the door of my apartment, his fingers around my wrist promising all kinds of fantasies I’ve never even thought to have before. Maybe even before that, when he walked into the ruins of my shop like some kind of devastatingly handsome ghost of Christmas present, and offered me what felt like a miracle at the time. Or before that, when he caught me from falling on the ice, and I smelled that juniper scent of his cologne the first time.

It’s all over me now. In my clothes, on my skin, seeped into me until I think I won’t ever be able to stop catching that scent, and it makes me tighten around him again, earning a groan that spills from his lips as if even what we just did wasn’t enough. He’s still half-hard, his chest heaving against my back as he tries to gather himself, and suddenly all I want is to get away from him.

I’m guessing this penthouse is probably six thousand square feet, and it’s still not big enough for both of us right now.

I want to get away from him not because I didn’t enjoy what just happened, but because Idid. And I don’t understand why.

I was furious with him when he told me to bend over the desk. Furious, confused, and embarrassed. I was even angrier when the spanking started, and I realized that he wasn’t holding back. That he really intended to punish me. For it to hurt. Itdidhurt. And then—it became something else.

Just like the feeling of his hand around my wrist woke something up inside of me, something that I didn’t even know I would want, that hot crack of leather against my ass woke something up, too. Something I was vaguely aware some people are into, but never thought I would be. And it wasn’t just the belt, it wasallof it.

It was the feeling of being exposed, my pants tugged down around my thighs so that my ass and pussy were on display, vulnerable to Dimitri’s gaze. The embarrassment of being told to bend over for a spanking. The way I could tell that it was turning him on, too.

I had no idea that lust and humiliation could be such a heady combination. But now I do.

I’ve never felt anything that could compare to what it felt like to have him touch me. I’ve never had sex like that before. I never knew it could feel that good, that I could come that hard. I’ve never had an orgasm that intense, not with my fingers, or a toy, and definitely not with a man.

I feel him pull away from me, the sensation of his cock sliding out of my tender, sensitive flesh making me hiss and clench around him once more, and he groans, the sound sending shivers prickling over my skin.

And then I feel the warm, slick drip of his cum down the insides of my thighs, and my entire body freezes with alarm.

Shit.Oh god, no.

I’m not on birth control. I’ve always had bad reactions to it, and truthfully, I haven’t really needed it often. I’ve always made sure to have condoms at my apartment just in case of a hookup, and on the couple of occasions that I’ve had a date who takes me back to his place, I insist that they use one.

But we’re not at my apartment. And Dimitri clearly had no intention of finding one here. I didn’t think to say anything, because I was so lost in how he was making me feel. In lust, and confusion, and the feeling of being so passionately wanted, all mixed up with sensations I’d never felt before.

He came inside me. Strangely, I feel a sudden hot prick of tears at the corners of my eyes, because no one has ever done that before. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a man inside me bare, the first time I’ve ever felt a man come inside me like that, and it wasthis.

A raw, angry fuck, driven by a punishment and entirely unplanned. I can’t say entirely unwanted, because that’s not true. But whatistrue is that this wasn’t supposed to happen.

I shove myself up from the desk, grabbing awkwardly at my leather pants and dragging them up my thighs. I see Dimitri’s gaze flick down, taking in my half-undress, and I see that he’s already put himself back together. His pants are zipped, his clothes straightened, and only the tousled mess of his hair and slight flush of his throat above the edges of his collar hint that something just happened between us. That makes me feel even more at a disadvantage, even angrier, and I glare at him, gritting my teeth as I fasten the button of my pants.

“Can I go?” I snap. “Or do you have some other punishment in mind for me?”

Dimitri’s eyes flash. “Don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, his voice still raspy, husky and thick with the remainder of his desire. “I could teach you a better use for that sassy mouth.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, and to my horror, I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes again. “I’ll never get on my fucking knees for you, asshole.”

The insult doesn’t land. Dimitri chuckles, his gaze still dark as it sweeps over me. “You said you’d never fuck me, too,l’vitsa. But my cock is still wet from you.”

Heat washes over me, momentarily making my knees go weak. Nothing has ever sounded as filthily erotic as Dimitri saying things like that in that fucking accent. But I refuse to let it get to me again.

“Youfuckedme,” I snap. “You made me bend over a desk,hitme, and then you fucked me. You?—”

“I punished you,” Dimitri corrects sharply. “I spanked you. Disciplined you. Call it what you want, Evelyn, but I did nothityou. I would never hurt you like that.”

“It hurt,” I hiss, blinking back those hot tears, and I see what almost looks like a flicker of regret in Dimitri’s eyes before it vanishes again.

“It felt good, too.” That heat flares in his eyes again as he throws that back at me, and I feel my face heat, embarrassment washing over me again.

This time, it doesn’t turn me on.

“You didn’t use a condom,” I bite out. “You came inside me. You should have fucking known better.”

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