Page 54 of Bloody Lace

He was so big. Bigger than any man I’ve been with before. Thick as well as long, stretching me in a way that was almost too much, but felt so fucking good. I could feel every inch of him every time he thrust, how hard he was, how much he wanted me in return. I slide my other hand down, two fingers pushing inside of myself, but it can’t compare. I’d have to get one hell of a toy to even begin to compare to what it felt like to have Dimitri’s cock inside of me.

I curl my fingers inside of me, my head falling back as my fingers rub over my clit. It feels good, good enough to make mecome, but it still isn’t as good as what he did yesterday. I let out a frustrated whimper at that thought, because I’ve never met a man before that could do better than what I can with my fingers or a toy.

The thought that Dimitri might have ruined me for not only other men, but also for myself, makes me groan, the idea oddly arousing at the same time that it sends a wave of frustration through me. I don’twantto want him like this. I don’t want to imagine him as I touch myself, but every stroke of my fingers just brings back the memory of his, of his cock thrusting into me, of his hips slapping against my bruised flesh every time.

God, what would it feel like if he used his tongue?

The image of him sliding out of me, dropping to his knees behind me and pressing his mouth to my pussy makes me clench, my hips bucking upwards and making the water splash over the edge as my arousal heightens another notch. I bite my lip harder, imagining the stroke of his tongue over my clit. He’d probably be as good at it as he was at everything else, and the desire to know makes me ache.

“Fuck,”I moan aloud, rubbing faster, suddenly desperate to come. “Fuck,Dimitri?—”

And then, I hear his voice, cutting through the darkness, and all too real.

“You sound so fucking good when you moan my name,l’vitsa.”

21

DIMITRI

Of all the fucking things I thought I might come home to, it wasn’t this. The penthouse was so quiet when I walked inside that I thought Evelyn had gone to bed, but when I went upstairs, she wasn’t there either. And I had a jolt of almost painful alarm, wondering where she could be at this hour and if she’d slipped out again without telling me.

If she was going to force my hand, and make me do something worse to show her just how brutal this life can be if you step out of line. Make an example of Gus, for instance. Or if she’d just decided to leave me, and go home. Call off our deal. She could ask me for a divorce, and what would I do then? Refuse her? I could, but it would make the rest of our time together infinitely miserable.

It wasn’t until I stopped letting my thoughts run away with me for a minute and really considered what optionsweren’tEvelyn having bolted again that I remembered the hot tub on the roof, and wondered if she might have decided to go up and check it out.

I expected I might find her up here. What I didn’t expect was to find her with her head thrown back against the edge, herhands beneath the water, moving in a way that’s impossible to mistake for anything other than what it is.

And I didn’t expect to hear her moaning my name.

My cock started to swell the moment I realized what she was doing in the tub, but my name slipping from her lips on a broken moan makes me rock-hard in an instant. It sounds so fucking good, and all I want is to hear her say it like that again.

“You sound so fucking good when you moan my name,l’vitsa.”

Her eyes snap open in an instant, and she freezes, going completely still as if she can somehow pretend that everything I just saw didn’t happen. I chuckle, stepping closer to the edge. It’s frigid up here, and I didn’t grab a coat before I came up, but I hardly notice. My blood is running too hot for that.

“Dimitri.” She whispers it this time, and I lick my lips, feeling my cock throb impatiently.There’s no way we’re going to make it through this marriage celibate. It’s been two fucking days. This marriage could last for years, if my father decides to cling to life longer than I’d like for him to. I’m not going to be able to take it.

And from the looks of things, neither is she.

“There you go again.” I take a deep breath. “Don’t stop on my account,l’vitsa.”

“I’m not—” She starts to protest, but I cut her off.

“Don’t lie to me, either.” I smirk. “Haven’t I told you how I feel about lying?”

“What are you going to do, cut my tongue off?” she snips, yanking her hand from between her thighs. I laugh darkly, shrugging off my suit coat.

“Never,” I promise her. “I can think of much better things to do with your tongue. And mine.”

She sucks in a breath at those last two words, her eyes flicking to where I’ve started to undo the buttons of my shirt. “What are you doing?” she asks, alarm clear in her voice.

“What does it look like? Joining you. The water looks nice.”

“I was just about to go in?—”

“That’s two lies.” I shrug off my shirt, and I don’t miss the way her gaze rakes down my bare, muscled chest, taking in every inch of bared skin. She hasn’t seen me shirtless before. I’ve been awake and dressed every morning before she wakes up. I can see the way her eyes heat as she takes in all of the bared, inked muscle, the way she swallows hard as her gaze drops to the deep v-cuts on either side of my hips.

When I reach down to undo my belt, I see her tense. And my cock throbs as I remember the feeling of the leather in my fist, the red marks on her skin, the way she dripped with arousal for me.

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