Page 15 of Ruthless Daddies

“Dmitri,” she breathes, her voice softer now, her hands pressed flat against my chest. “Why do you care so much?”

“Because,” I murmur, my gaze locked on hers, “I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you.”

The admission surprises even me, but it’s the truth. The idea of her out there, vulnerable, drives me insane. And the way she’s looking up at me now, her eyes wide and dark, it’s like she’s daring me to make a move.

“Is that what this is?” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “You’re jealous?”

“Maybe,” I reply, my lips curling into a smirk as I lean in closer, close enough that our noses brush, close enough that I can feel her breath hitch against my mouth. “Or maybe I just want you all to myself.”

And then I kiss her.

It’s not gentle, not careful—it’s hard and possessive, all the pent-up frustration and desire pouring out of me in a single, searing moment. Her lips part under mine, a surprised gasp escaping her, but then she’s kissing me back, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer.

I press her back against the wall, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, feeling the soft curve of her body under my palms. She arches into me, her body pliant, her mouth hot and eager against mine.

I grip her hips tighter, pulling her flush against me as I crush my mouth to hers once more, this time rougher, hungrier. Her gasp melts into a moan, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers in a hot, possessive tangle.

Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging sharply, and the pain only spurs me on. I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping at the delicate skin before I find her neck. She tilts her head, giving me access, and I latch on, sucking hard enough that I know it’ll leave a mark. Good. Let everyone see it, see that she’s been claimed.

I suck harder, pulling another whimper from her lips as I work on leaving another mark, making sure she won’t be able to hide what we’re doing here, what I’m doing to her.

“Dmitri,” she moans, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Her voice is wrecked, breathless, and it sends a rush of satisfaction through me, knowing I’m the one making her sound like this.

My hands slide down, skimming over her waist, her hips, until I’m gripping her ass, pulling her up against me. I can feel the heat of her core even through the fabric of her dress, and it drives me wild. I push her harder against the wall, pressing my thigh between her legs, and she lets out a choked gasp, her hips grinding down instinctively.

“Look at you,” I murmur against her ear, letting my hand slide up to cup her breast, squeezing just enough to make her arch into me. “So needy. I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

She shudders, her eyes half-closed, lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath. “Please,” she whispers, and the sound of her begging is almost enough to make me lose it.

I slide my hand down, skimming over her stomach before slipping under the hem of her dress. Her skin is warm, soft, and when I reach the edge of her panties, I can feel how wet she is already. Fuck, she’s soaked. For me.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, pressing the pad of my finger against her clit through the thin fabric. Her whole body jerks, a broken moan escaping her lips, and she nods frantically, her hands gripping my shoulders like I’m the only thing keeping her upright.

“Words, Alice,” I demand, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she gasps out, her voice barely more than a breath. “Yes, please.”

I don’t waste any more time. I hook my finger under the thin fabric of her panties, pulling it aside, and then I’m sliding my fingers through her slick folds, feeling just how ready she is for me. I press two fingers inside her, curling them up, and she cries out, her hips bucking against my hand.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I groan, working my fingers in and out of her, faster, harder, until she’s panting, her nails digging into the back of my neck. I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers, the way she clenches down, and it’s like she’s trying to pull me deeper, like she can’t get enough.

“Dmitri,” she moans again, her head falling back against the wall as I thumb her clit, rubbing circles over it in time with the thrusts of my fingers. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I know she’s close, teetering right on the edge.

I lean down, sucking another mark into her neck, this one lower, closer to her collarbone. I want her covered in them, want everyone to see and know she’s mine, even if it’s just for tonight. I bite down lightly, and she lets out a broken cry, her hips grinding down harder against my hand.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her skin, pumping my fingers faster. “Come for me, Alice. Let me feel you.”

It’s all she needs. She shatters around me, her entire body going tense, a strangled moan escaping her lips as she comes undone. Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and I keep moving, drawing out her orgasm until she’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I slow my movements, pulling my fingers out of her slowly, savoring the way she shudders at the loss. I hold her up, my hand still gripping her waist, and I watch her face as she slowly comes back down, her eyes fluttering open, dazed and unfocused.

“You’re a mess,” I whisper, lifting my fingers to my lips and licking them clean, tasting her on my tongue. Her eyes go wide, a fresh flush spreading over her cheeks, and it makes me want to take her all over again.

But I rein myself in, forcing a smirk as I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “That’s what happens when you play with fire,krasotka,” I murmur. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

7

ALICE

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