Page 499 of Rage

A wicked smile tugged at my lips as I walked toward the table, swaying my hips. Instead of stopping, I climbed up onto it, slowly and deliberately. The leaders shifted in their seats, clearly entertained.

Part of me wanted to humiliate Ivan, but the truth was, I would’ve done the same even if he weren’t here. Punishing him was just a bonus, a petty one I couldn’t deny enjoying.

Crawling on my hands and knees, I made my way toward Dimitry, undulating my body with every move. I could feel every pair of eyes on me. Ivan looked like he’d just swallowed a mouthful of acid, his discomfort fueling my excitement.

“Katherine!” he hissed as I neared Dimitry. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I shot him a cold, disdainful glance and kept moving. My deliberate disobedience seemed to push him over the edge, enough for him to forget how precarious his position was.

“You fucking traitorous whore,” he growled, extending a hand to grab me.

I raised mine to defend myself, but Dimitry’s cold voice sliced through the air, freezing us both mid-motion.

“Touch her, and I swear to God, I’ll cut off your hand and fuck you with it.”

Ivan shrank back into his seat. I smirked at him before crawling the last few inches to Dimitry, dropping myself into his lap like a spoiled kitten.

He laughed softly, steadying me as I settled in. I nuzzled him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Around us, I heard sharp intakes of breath, and I imagined one of them belonged to Ivan. Dimitry deepened the kiss, his hand splayed on my back, pulling me closer until I melted against him.

“Did you call me, love?” I asked sweetly.

“Yes,” he replied. “As you heard, your husband proposed to hand you over to me.”

I giggled, my gaze shifting to Ivan. The mix of disgust, fear, anger, and hatred painted on his face gave me a wicked thrill. Around the table, the other men watched us with a blend of amusement and shock, likely unused to seeing Dimitry act this way or tolerate such behavior from a woman in front of them.

“As if I ever belonged to him,” I said, letting my disdain drip from every word. “He failed as a husband in every way. He was never truly there for me, didn’t care about me, and, God, he definitely didn’t satisfy me.”

Ivan’s face turned an alarming shade of red, a vein pulsing dangerously at his temple. I shifted in Dimitry’s lap, draping my legs over the table and spreading them just enough to make the men at the table visibly react.

Except Ivan. He looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

“Do you see this?” I asked him, tracing a finger between my folds. “Do you see how well he fucked me? His cum is still inside my pussy. In only a few days, Dimitry’s given me more pleasure than you managed in our entire marriage. With him I didn’t need to fake it. And more than that. He showed me love, care, and respect. Something you never bothered with.”

Laughter rippled through the room, and my husband’s face turned crimson.

Dimitry’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as he kissed my neck. I squirmed slightly, a jolt of heat running through me as I felt his erection pressing against my ass.

I dipped my fingers lower, coating them in the evidence of our earlier illicit moment. I brought them to my lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied moan.

“He’s delicious,” I said with a smirk. “And guess what? My pussy isn’t the only hole he claimed. He claimed my mouth, too. And you know what? I actually love giving him head. Do you remember how many times I turned you down when you beggedfor it? I think I sucked you off only twice during our entire marriage. But Dimitry … I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve eagerly done it for him. And swallowed every time.”

“You filthy sl?—?”

“I would choose my words very carefully if I were you,” Dimitry cut in coldly, holding me tighter.

Ivan clamped his mouth shut, trembling with barely contained rage. And now, it was time for the finishing blow. Not just to humiliate my husband but because I wanted it.

I fantasized about this in the last few days, but I still didn’t ask Dimitry if he would want us to try it. But this seemed to be the perfect moment.

“He claimed two of my holes, but I want more,” I purred. “I want him to claim the one you begged me to let you have, the one I always refused.”

Dimitry tensed beneath me, his cock jerking violently. I turned to face him, letting him see the raw, unfiltered lust in my eyes.

“Please, love, claim my ass. Here. Now. In front of everyone. I need you. I beg you, fuck me.”

Dimitry’s pupils dilated, his eyes darkening with feral, primal desire. His fingers dug into my flesh as he studied me. I licked a slow line along his jaw, savoring the shiver that ran through his body.

I let out an aroused whimper as he stood up and roughly bent me over the table. Oh, yes! I wiggled my ass at him and moaned as he hitched my dress and caressed my cheeks. I was already drenched, and hearing the zipper of his pants made me quiver in anticipation.

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