Page 483 of Rage

“Yes?”

I could tell based on the tonality of his voice that he was toying with me and that my frustration amused him. That irritated me even more. I was supposed to be the one in control here. I fixed my gaze on his chest, trying to find my next words.

“Dimitry…”

“Yes, Katherine Romanova?”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My eyes shot to his. I swallowed hard and tried to take a step back, but he tightened his hold on my waist and kept me close to him. My mind was in overdrive, searching for solutions, but I had no idea what I should do or say.

“Please don’t involve my father in this,” I whispered.

My voice came out weaker and more vulnerable than I intended. I clenched his shirt in an attempt to compose myself, but I knew my emotions were visible on my face.

“He involved himself when he offered me money in exchange for you. But that’s not the important point now.”

I gasped as he pushed me against the wall and braced one hand against it while keeping his other one around my body. Trapping me there, he pressed his body into mine, the position making me feel more helpless than any time in my entire life.

And also, more aroused than I had ever been.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Let’s make one thing clear, Katherine. I don’t like to be lied to. And you did it twice. First, you didn’t say you’re Romanov’s daughter.”

“You didn’t ask,” I cut him off.

My heart was pounding wildly. I knew he was irritated, I knew I wasn’t the one in control, and yet, I couldn’t stop myself from provoking him. He snorted and pushed himself more against me. I felt his erection through his pants, and my pussy pulsed in anticipation, making me mentally curse myself.

“First, you didn’t say you’re Romanov’s daughter,” he repeated. “Second, you took me for an idiot and tried to seduce me.”

“I didn’t, I…”

“That’s the third lie, kitten. But don’t worry, I think I know exactly what I can do with your lying mouth.”

I yelped as he grabbed my hands and pushed me to the floor, making me kneel in front of him. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears as Dimitry unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Heat surged through me. I stared at his crotch as hypnotized as he released his cock.

Oh, fuck!

A throbbing need pulsed along my body and my mouth watered as I looked at his shaft. He was huge, so long and thick that my entire being buzzed. Definitely bigger than Ivan. Veins slithered from the base to the tip in irregular patterns, and the swollen mushroom head was dripping pre-cum.

Without even thinking I wrapped my fingers along his length, feeling how heavy and hot he was. I mentally slapped myself for that. He groaned and his cock throbbed against my palm.

“Go on, kitten, suck me off,” he ordered.

His voice was commanding, and a flutter of excitement rushed to my clit. I glanced at Dimitry as I stroked him.He seemed satisfied by my behavior, and for a moment, I remembered once again I wasn’t supposed to want this.

“Do you realize your cock is in my hand right now?” I asked, tightening my grip on him. “Are you sure you want to risk being so close to my teeth?”

He let out a mix between a laugh and a groan and thrust his hips, sliding his cock through the circle of my fingers. I instinctively moved my hand faster, making him moan.

“Yes, I’m sure, little slut. You’re a crazy kitten, not a stupid one.”

A pang of desire darted through me as he sank his fingers into my hair and tugged at it hard enough to arouse me, and yet, not to hurt. My clit swelled with need and I couldn’t stop the whimper of pleasure that left my mouth.

“You just forget sometimes that I’m the one in control, kitten. But don’t worry, I’ll make you understand and remember that.”

He used his grip to push me down toward his cock and it shocked me how eager I actually was to obey. I wrapped my lips around him, moaning as his taste washed into my mouth. Fuck, he was deliciously salty.

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