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The warmth in my stomach jerked and spread through me as I felt him swelling and twitching in my mouth. I could tell he was close, and shame, guilt, and arousal blended inside me as I realized how much I wanted to taste him.

I glanced at him, a shiver of ecstasy rushing directly to my clit as I noticed the possessiveness and lust in his gaze. He hissed and his cock throbbed as he moved me faster.

I let out a whine of protest as he pulled me away from his cock. My face burned with shame while I fought against his hold in an attempt to reach his shaft. I acted like a desperate whore, but I didn’t care.

Dimitry’s grip had been unyielding, though, and he kept me at a few inches from his dick.

“Stay,” he ordered.

My compliance shocked me. I obeyed, remaining on my knees, with my eyes fixed on his swollen cock. He jerked himself off, and my body ached as I realized what he wanted to do. Fuck, no one ever did something like that to me.

The proud brat within me told me to disobey, but my inner submissive slut I had no idea existed was stronger. I opened my mouth and darted my tongue out, moaning in anticipation.

Dimitry’s eyes widened, and the low, raspy growl that ripped his throat turned me on like hell.

A wave of cum rained on top of me, covering my hair and face. The sticky warmth dripped down along my skin as he spurted rope after rope. A few drops landed on my tongue, and I moaned as I tasted his salty sweetness.

When he unloaded the last streams of cum, he took a step back, watching me. I held his gaze, both of us panting. I expected a wave of anger and humiliation to hit me, but that didn’t show up.

Why the hell did I like this? Why does it make me feel so good?

He didn’t say a word, and I couldn’t read anything on his face. A flutter of pleasure shot through me as he caressed my hair, the gesture making me feel like an obedient pet. He trailed his fingers along my face, cleaning me up.

Without thinking, I tilted my head and dragged my tongue along his palm, greedily swallowing more of his cum.

What am I doing? What is this man doing to me?

Dimitry groaned and took another step back. He turned around without a word and left the room, leaving me there, more confused and shocked by my own actions than in my entire life.

Chapter Seven

Katherine

Iplayed with my wedding ring, twirling it between my fingers.

I fucked up. I cheated on Ivan.

Because no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I had to do it, deep down, I knew the truth. I wanted it. And I craved to have more of him.

I had taken a long bath after Dimitry had finished on me, but I could still feel his taste on my tongue.

The way he had taken control, using me as if I was a fucktoy and nothing more … God, it had turned me on more than anything else. Even now, at the mere thought of him and his dominance my body buzzed alive.

I never felt something like that before, such a primal, raw desire. I actually wanted to please him. Ivan didn’t care about my pleasure, and so, I’d long since stopped caring about his. Our sex life, as much as it existed, was … mechanical. Clinical. Cold.

But with Dimitry, fuck, it had felt surreally perfect each time. He’d easily made me feel so good, even when I knew I shouldn’t have allowed myself to. It was wrong, not just because I was married, but also because I was his captive.

I still could lie to my husband. He didn’t need to know what I actually felt while sucking on Dimitry.

I cuddled up in a ball and hugged myself, keeping the ring in my fist. I’d wanted to put it on, but the guilt stopped me. It was also obvious to me that Dimitry hated seeing me wearing it. Why would he have it taken off that night, otherwise?

I wasn’t sure which reason was stronger, or maybe I didn’t want to admit what I already knew.

The sound of the door opening caught my attention. Dimitry entered, carrying a tray of food. My stomach rumbled as the delicious aroma filled the room. Chicken breasts, creamy mashed potatoes, and Medovik. My favorites.

I’d refused to eat earlier. No matter how Dimitry had treated me, I didn’t trust him or his men enough. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to poison me, but what if he or anyone else decided to drug me? I couldn’t lose the little control I still had.

A small part of me insisted he wouldn’t do something like that. Still, I’d forced myself to refuse the food they had brought. No matter how much my weaker side begged, I’d listened only to reason.

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