Page 491 of Rage

Biting my lower lip, I dared to drop myself next to him. I knew it was a mistake, but I didn’t care. The moment he hugged my body made me melt into him, and despite knowing better, I placed my head on his chest.

The warmth of his body enveloped and lulled me. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeats, and for a moment, my brain shut down. I wasn’t sure why he had this effect on me, but it was comforting.

Dimitry caressed my back and a wave of blissful calmness washed over me. As I focused on his touches, I let my mind drift away. Ivan wasn’t going to help my father, and because of his mistakes, I couldn’t either. He was too immature, too self-centered, too impulsive and stupid.

Maybe…

I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this. I shouldn’t trust Dimitry enough to ask for his help. But if he didn’t… I glanced at the wedding ring on my bedside table. I didn’t remember placing it there, but probably Dimitry did.

Guilt swirled through my body. A loyal wife shouldn’t even be thinking about this. But what other choice did I have? And yet, what scared and hurt me the most was that I wasn’t so sure I wanted to do it just because I needed his help.

No, I’m doing it for Papochka. Only for him.

“Dimitry,” I whispered. “Can you help him? Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything you want.”

He stayed silent for a few moments, making my pulse quicken.

“I can. I already promised you that he’ll be fine.”

My brain barely could keep up as he started to tell me what he had already done. I couldn’t understand why he’d put all those things in motion so fast, but I assume he saw the opportunity and took it.

It didn’t matter, anyway. Whatever plan he had, knowing that my dad was going to be alright made all my worries vanish. It was all I wanted and needed.

My heart clenched as I realized that his actions were more than my husband had ever done for me. And that he had also done them even before I asked.

He even gave Papa his money back.

Maybe it was his plan to make my father owe him or something like that, but that wasn’t important to me. My dad was going to be fine.

I was honest as I whispered, “Thank you.”

The little smile he gave me made all my cells vibrate. He trailed his fingers along my spine, and that tiny gesture had been enough to set me alive. I was making a mistake, I knew it. I was betraying Ivan. And yet, I didn’t care.

Before thinking twice, I straddled Dimitry’s body. A wave of wetness flooded my pussy as I felt his cock twitching. Oh, he was hard, and I couldn’t keep myself from dry-humping him. Fuck, I wanted him.

Maybe it was the unexpected relief of knowing that he was going to help my father and how grateful I was. Maybe it was that illicit desire that had burned within me since I’d met Dimitry. Maybe it was the way he had made me feel every time he’d touched me.

I didn’t know.

I didn’t care.

I wanted him.

Dimitry moved his palms to my hips, and my inner slut shivered in response to his touch. Screw Ivan, I could lie to him if needed. If I was going to spend some time with Dimitry, I could very well make the best of it.

“Katherine, what are you…”

I opened my mouth wanting to tell him the truth. That I craved him. But that would give him even more power over me than he already has.

“I’m thanking you.”

It was partially true, after all. I leaned in to kiss him, but my breath hitched as he grabbed my neck and stopped me. What was he doing?

“I don’t want you to thank me like a whore would.”

The coldness in his voice felt like a slap. Wasn’t this what he wanted? To have me offering myself to him?

Dimitry held my gaze as he muttered, “But maybe I should be the monster you think I am and use you like the cheating slut you are.”

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