Page 42 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Look at the city, Kitten,” he commanded softly, nodding toward the window beside me.

For one long beat, I stared at him before obeying. I turned my head, forcing my gaze to the sprawling landscape beyond the glass. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the buildings, making them appear like golden sentinels trying to reach the sky. It was breathtaking—almost as breathtaking as Dimitri’s fingers slipping inside me.

“Oh,” I breathed, the sound barely audible as he thrust them deep. My hips shifted involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

“So responsive,” he praised in a husky whisper. “Always so perfect for me.”

His skillful fingers stroked in and out, leaving entirely sometimes to play with my clit, building a pleasure that had me fighting to keep my voice down. I was terrified the pilot wouldfigure out what we were up to back here. The danger of discovery only heightened the sensation, sending my pulse racing wildly.

“D,” His name turned into a plea as the tension coiled tighter.

Being the unrelenting, controlled tease he was, he bent his head and flicked my clit with his tongue a few times before sucking it into his mouth to say a proper hello.

But it lasted far too briefly…

“I want you on my lap,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand in a way that made me whimper at the loss—those fingers curled into my g-spot, dragging against the sensitive flesh on the way out.

He reclaimed his seat, and I immediately reached over to unbutton his pants, needing more. Being this forward was out of my comfort zone, but I knew what I wanted—him. Here. Now. Already, he had me on a knife’s edge of release.

“Face front.”

“Front? Are you sure?” I’d never been in that position before.

Dimitri’s eyes were full of challenge and authority. “Trust me, little Omega.”

Those words undid me every time.

Before I could overthink it, I nodded, letting him guide me. He helped me shift from my seat to straddle his lap, my back to his chest, facing outward. I had a perfect view of the city below, the cocktail of metal and glass glittering like precious stone.

“Perfect,” Dimitri breathed against my neck, his hands sliding up my thighs, bunching my skirt around my waist. The leather seat creaked softly as he adjusted our position, but the sound was swallowed by the steady thrum of the helicopter’s rotors.

I felt him freeing himself behind me, the hard length of him pressing against my core. My heart hammered so loudly I was certain it would give us away, even over the noise of the helicopter.

“Lift up, just a little,” he instructed, gripping my hips.

I rose slightly on my knees, biting back a moan when he guided me back down, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the knowledge that we were doing this hundreds of feet in the air over the city he ruled.

“Oh, Kitten. You feel so damn good. So tight. So fuckin’wetfor me.” I could hear the growl edging every word as he settled me fully in his lap, trying to maintain his carefully honed control. “Keep looking at the view.”

I forced my eyes open, not realizing I’d closed them in pleasure, but it was hard to focus on anything but the way he made me feel. Dimitri’s hands guided my hips in subtle circles, the angle allowing him to hit spots inside me that had stars dancing at the fringes of my vision.

“This is—” I struggled to find words, my mind completely distracted and deliciously hazy.

“Ours,” Dimitri finished, one hand splaying across my stomach to hold me against him while the other dipped lower, finding the bundle of nerves that had me biting my lip to keep silent. “This moment. This view. This feeling. All ours, Kitten.”

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, fighting to keep my breathing even as the bliss built. Every slight movement, every subtle rock of his hips beneath mine, sent shockwaves through my body. The dual stimulation of him filling me and his fingers circling my most sensitive spot had me climbing rapidly toward release.

My pussy fluttered around his thickness as he thrust faster, deeper. A moan slipped past my lips, and I tipped my head back, resting it on his shoulder while he pistoned into me.

“I feel you Kitten. But you’re not allowed to come. Not yet.”

“Please,” I whimpered, my insides clenching around him as he continued to thrust. “I need to—”

“Not yet.” His teeth grazed my neck, biting down just enough to tease, to preview what it would be like during my heat when they claimed me.

But I didn’t want to wait.

“Please, Dimitri. Bite me!”

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