Page 47 of Defiled Innocence

“You’re being disobedient.” He tugs the end of the towel out from where it’s tucked. “And that’s worse. I promise.”

Holding the corner of the towel, he spins me around to face away from him. Leaving me naked in the middle of the closet.

Worse.

I’m naked standing in front of the full-length mirror in the middle of the closet.

His eyes meet mine in the reflection. The bastard did it on purpose.

“Now we can both admire your beauty while I fuck you.” He drops the towel and steps back up to me.

With his foot, he hooks the leg of a bench and pulls it toward us, maneuvering it in front of me.

“I don’t think?—”

Before anything else can come out of my mouth, his hands are on me, cupping my breasts. He pulls me back against his chest while his fingers roll my nipples.

“All you do is think, Amelia.” He kisses my neck, then my shoulder. “I want you to stop thinking for a few minutes. Just feel.”

My toes curl into the carpeting as his fingers tighten. It hurts, but a tingling of sweet sensations scurries across my skin with the bite. I don’t complain.

“Feel me give you pleasure.” He slides one hand over my stomach, past the small patch of curls that are still damp from my shower, until he reaches my wet pussy.

And it has nothing to do with my shower and everything to do with this Neanderthal manhandling me.

If Mom had lived long enough, she probably would have warned me about men like him. A man who can make you forget all your principles and independence with one simple touch of his lips against your skin.

He’s dangerous. And it has nothing to do with his mafia family.

“Feel how tight your pussy grips my fingers.” His words vibrate in my ear as he kisses just behind it and thrusts two fingers into me.

I lean back against his chest, turning my head to the side so I can feel his warmth against my cheek while he finger-fucks me. At first his fingers move slowly, dragging across the sensitive spot inside I didn’t think any man knew about.

“Does this feel good, Amelia?”

“It does,” I whine because it’s not enough.

“Do you want something else?” His fingers still while he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit.

I nod.

“Tell me, Amelia. Maybe if you ask sweetly enough, I’ll grant it.” He curls his fingers more and thrusts them back inside, harder than before, faster too.

“Dmitri, I want you.” I lift my arm, wrapping it around his neck. “Please. Please fuck me.”

He growls and the vibrations from his chest hit my back.

“Put your hands on the bench, Amelia.” He slides his fingers from me, immediately making me feel abandoned and empty.

Bending over, I press my palms into the leather of the bench. The jangle of his belt being undone makes my ass clench, and I look up at him through the mirror.

An arrogant grin greets me.

“Not today, but you’ll learn to love my belt across your ass.” He shoves his pants down, pulling his thick cock out and fisting it. I swallow the drool forming in my mouth at the sight.

“Dmitri.” I start to stand up, but think better of it. If I disobey him now, he’ll get all authoritative on me and won’t give me what I want.

“Please, I want to…” I bite down on my lip.

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