Page 20 of Shatter Me

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” he growls in my ear, making my skin flush. “Admit it.”

“I—” My breath hitches as he grazes the sensitive skin below my ear with his teeth. “I don’t—we can’t?—”

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Admit it, and I’ll make you come so hard.”

“You—” I swallow, my body betraying me as heat pools between my thighs. “You know I do.”

His grip tightens on my hip, his kiss becoming more urgent and hungrier. “Then show me how much you want me to consume you.”

My cheeks flame, but a part of me longs to give in, to let go of my tight control in the face of his overwhelming dominance.

“I won’t stop there, Natasha,” he whispers, each word a hot brand against my skin. “After I make you come with just my mouth, I’ll bend you over and fuck you so hard you feel it for days.”

My knees nearly buckle at the image he paints. “Dmitri?—”

“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his tongue swirling on my earlobe. “Tell me you want my cock inside you, claiming you.”

“I want it,” I whisper, shocking myself with my honesty. But it’s the raw, aching truth I’ve been trying to deny.

The victory in his eyes sends a thrill through me before he claims my mouth again. Heat courses through my veins, making my head spin as his kiss steals the last of my resistance.

I arch into him as his hand glides up my thigh. His touch is possessive and confident. He knows exactly what he does to me, the effect he has.

Dmitri’s clever fingers find the damp heat between my legs, and I let out a strangled moan as he strokes me. My head falls back against the shelves as pleasure sparks within me.

“That’s it,kukolka. Let me hear you.” His voice is rough with desire as his fingers circle my clit. “You’ll be begging me soon enough.”

A strangled sob escapes me as his thumb applies pressure, sending lightning through my body. I’m so wet, aching for release, for him. The steady thrum of pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each sweep of his fingers.

My hands clutch his shoulders. “Oh fuck, Dmitri—please?—”

“Not yet.” His mouth finds the pulse point in my neck, his teeth scraping gently as his fingers work magic. “I want to feel you fall apart, Natasha.”

My hips buck involuntarily as I teeter on the edge, his wicked words and skilled touch pushing me closer. “Dmitri, I can’t—I’m too close?—”

“Let go,” he orders, and I do.

My world explodes in a rush of sensation. My cry is muffled by his mouth as his name tears from my throat. My body shudders through the climax, his fingers never slowing until I’m boneless.

For a moment, I can’t think or do anything but feel. Somewhere in the distance, I hear footsteps approaching and voices, but I can’t seem to form words or move away from the shelves.

Dmitri straightens, his eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes down at me. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. “You have the most gorgeous mouth, Natasha.”

Embarrassment floods me at the thought of Sofia’s staff finding us like this. “We can’t—someone’s coming?—”

“Mmm, yes.” His gaze turns stormy. “Let them see what you look like when you’ve been thoroughly kissed. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”

“Dmitri, don’t?—”

Sofia’s voice drifts closer, saving me from his dangerous words.

I watch him step back, his face instantly transforming into that controlled mask I hate. Not a hair out of place, not a single sign of what just happened between us. Only the heat in his eyes betrays him.

My fingers grip the bookshelf behind me as I try to steady myself. The sound of Sofia’s heels clicking on hardwood grows closer.

Without a word, without even a backward glance, Dmitri straightens his already perfect cuffs and walks away. He just... walks away. Like I’m not standing here with my skin still tingling from his touch, my body aching for more.

“Bastard,” I whisper. The cool air hits my flushed skin as I smooth my dress with unsteady hands.

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