Page 28 of Ruthless Daddies

We lie down fully on the couch, still pressed together, and Nikolai’s breathing evens out before mine does, his body finally relaxing as sleep pulls him under. I watch him for a moment, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest, my thoughts a whirlwind of everything that’s happened tonight.

The way he held me, the way he said my name, like it was something sacred—it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Yet as much as I wish I could stay, I know I shouldn’t be here.

Before the first rays of dawn filter through the windows, I carefully slip out of his arms. He stirs slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, but he doesn’t wake. I gather my discarded clothes, quickly pulling them on, my movements silent as I make my way to the door. I pause, glancing back at him one last time, my chest tightening.

Then I open the door and step into the hallway.

The air outside his room is cool, a stark contrast to the heat I just left behind. The mansion is quiet, the kind of stillness that feels almost oppressive, and I keep my steps light, not wanting to wake anyone.

But as I turn the corner, I stop dead in my tracks.

Dmitri.

He’s leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his icy blue eyes locked on me. The smirk on his face is sharp, predatory, and it makes my heart lurch.

“Well,” he drawls, pushing off the wall and taking a slow step toward me. “You’ve been up to no good, haven’t you?”

“I…” My voice catches, my cheeks flushing as I try to summon some sort of explanation. But I know it’s pointless. The way he’s looking at me, the knowing gleam in his eyes, he already knows. He knowsexactlywhat I’ve been doing.

He steps closer, his movements deliberate, and before I can take a step back, he’s in front of me, his body towering over mine.“What’s wrong, Alice?” he murmurs, his voice low, teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”

I open my mouth to protest, to say something, but the words die on my lips as he presses against me, backing me up until my back hits the cold, unforgiving wall. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of shame and something darker, something I don’t want to name.

“You smell like him,” Dmitri says, his voice barely above a whisper, his nose brushing against my neck as he inhales deeply. “And yet…”

He trails off, his hand sliding down my waist, his touch deliberate, unhurried. My breath catches as his fingers find the hem of my dress, lifting it slightly, his knuckles grazing my bare thigh.

“Dmitri,” I manage, my voice shaking. “This…this isn’t right.”

He chuckles softly, the sound dark and dangerous, his lips brushing against my ear. “Isn’t it?” he murmurs. “Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you don’t want me to stop.”

I shake my head, but my body betrays me, leaning into his touch as his hand moves higher, his fingers finding the slick heat between my thighs. I bite back a gasp, my hands pressing against his chest, but it only makes him smirk.

“See?” he says, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re already soaking for me. Tell me, Alice…did he make you feel this good?”

His fingers slide through my folds, teasing, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my lips. My head falls back against thewall, my body trembling as he finds my clit, circling it with maddening precision.

“Dmitri,” I whisper, my voice cracking, my hands clutching at his shirt. “This is wrong.”

“Maybe,” he says, his tone unrepentant. “But does it feel wrong?”

I can’t answer. My body won’t let me. Every nerve is on fire, every stroke of his fingers sending me spiraling closer to the edge. My shame is a distant echo, drowned out by the wave of pleasure building inside me.

His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as his fingers slide inside me, his movements deliberate, relentless. My legs tremble, my breath coming in short gasps as I cling to him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“You’re close,” he murmurs, his voice dark and knowing. “Aren’t you?”

I can’t respond, my voice lost as the climax crashes over me, my body shuddering against him. My moan is loud, unrestrained, and I bury my face against his chest, unable to look at him as the aftershocks pulse through me.

He doesn’t move for a moment, his fingers still inside me, his body pressed against mine, as if he’s savoring the moment. When he finally pulls back, his smirk is as sharp as ever, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’re full of surprises, Alice,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I think I’m going to enjoy getting to know all of them.”

And then, just like that, he steps back, leaving me trembling, breathless, and completely undone in the empty hallway.

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