Page 478 of Rage

I swallowed hard and put my hand down. Dimitry sighed and moved his palm over my flat stomach, toward my breasts.

The loyal wife in me whispered that I should push him away, that I should put up a fight at least, but the shudder of pleasure that coursed through me as he cupped my tits and massaged them silenced my mind.

“It’s so early in the morning, and you, little crazy kitten, are already trying to do stupid things,” he murmured in my ear and chuckled. “What the fuck should I do with you?”

“Release me?”

He laughed. I let out a soft moan as he pinched my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I put my hand over his, and I wanted to believe I was trying to push him away, but the truth was I didn’t. Why the hell was it so hard to even think when he was touching me like that?

“Where is my wedding ring?” I asked. “Did you send it to my husband as a threat?”

I hoped talking about Ivan was going to wake up the loyal wife within me enough for me to at least try to shove him away. It didn’t happen.

It seemed to have an effect on him, though.

Dimitry didn’t say a word, but I could feel his muscles tensing. His movement turned rougher, and as he stroked my breasts, the hotness blazing within me intensified. My face burnt with a mix of guilt and shame as I pressed myself more into him and moaned.

“The ring is somewhere on the floor. I don’t need to send it to Chernov to make my point clear.”

His voice was cold as ice. Great, so I’d somehow pissed him off. I knew he already disliked Ivan, so that wasn’t unexpected, but I couldn’t understand his sudden change. Was his disdain so intense that he hated even hearing my husband’s name?

And fuck, it was so hard to focus on anything else but the way he was kneading my breasts.

“But maybe I should send him a video of you,” he added, and his timbre changed, taking again that raspy, seductive note. “I bet he would love seeing you begging like a whore for my cock. Asking me to fuck you.”

My nipples hardened at his filthy words. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the delicious sensations he was sending through me as he stroked my body. I had no idea how the fuck he was making me react so strongly to him, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“That’s not going to happen,” I mewled.

“Are you sure?”

Dimitry moved one hand along my body, toward my legs, while he continued to use his other one to play with my tits. Mybreath grew labored as he advanced along my thigh, and despite any rational thought, I found myself spreading my legs for him.

What the hell am I doing? I shouldn’t … I’m Ivan’s wife, and …

A foggy pleasure flooded my head as he moved his fingers along my pussy lips, making my brain blip out. Even through the fabric of my panties the sensation was surreal.

My heart beat faster, and all my cells hummed in arousal. I tried once again to think about my husband, but as Dimitry teased my clit, his existence vanished from my mind.

“Maybe I should send Chernov your soaked panties, showing him how wet his wife is for me.”

I moaned as he tugged at the fabric, ripping it. I wanted to protest, to deny the obvious truth, but the fresh wave of ecstasy that washed over me as he rubbed my nub rendered me silent. Dimitry tugged at the upper part of my dress, releasing my breasts.

The temperature in the room was perfect, but the air felt cold as it caressed my heated body. The contact of skin on skin drove me wild as he played with me, each touch leaving me craving the next one.

I’m married. He’s a fucking psycho. I shouldn’t feel so good.

And yet I couldn’t deny how wonderful it was. My breath came out in short, little pants. Electric currents coursed through me as he tormented my breasts with one hand while using his other one on my nub.

“You’re so responsive and wet. Let me guess, Chernov isn’t satisfying you,” he murmured in my ear.

Fuck, he was right, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. Ivan wasn’t bad, but … mediocre at best. He could barely find my clit, let alone any other pleasure point, and always focused more on himself than on me.

Even when I guided him step by step, he always finished so fucking fast that I barely had time to feel anything.

“He does!” I lied through my teeth. “And he’s better than you. With him, I would have already come.”

Dimitry laughed and pinched my nipples in turns, drawing a cry of pleasure from me. I thrashed and pushed myself into his hand, tingles of ecstasy jumping through me.

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