Page 54 of Twisted Obsession
I was unable to finish, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his tongue against my most sensitive flesh. He had just released himself within me, and now he was teasing, tasting the mingled essence of us both.
But as soon as his tongue flicked my clit again, my eyes rolled back in ecstasy. My hands instinctively reached for his hair, but he swiftly captured my wrists, pinning them to the bed with a look that was dangerously possessive.
“Only I control your pleasure,” he warned, his voice a sultry command. “Now enjoy.”
His mouth worked magic on my body, and I was teetering on the edge of release, so close I could nearly scream. I bit my lip to stifle my cries while he circled my clit with relentless precision, but when he thrust a finger inside me, restraint was impossible.
I came with such intensity that I was trembling, gasping, “Fuck, Dmitri.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I pushed him away and slipped off the bed to clean myself.
You don’t feel anything, Lara.
I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes.
You aren’t falling for him.
Dmitri stepped up silently behind me and gently turned me around to face him. His eyes held a complexity of emotions as he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, and pulled me closer with a gentle yet firm embrace. His lips met mine in a kiss that was both unexpected and disarming, as if he were slowly dismantling the fortress of hatred I had built around my heart. Each tender gesture seemed to transform my animosity into a confusing blend of emotions, while simultaneously fueling a fierce determination within me to hold on to my beliefs with every ounce of strength I possessed.
~***~
I woke up feeling unwell, therefore spending most of the day hidden in the bedroom. The meal the chef had prepared forus didn’t sit well, and the mixed feelings I was having for Dmitri only added to the tsunami circling my stomach.
“You look breathtaking,” Dmitri complimented, as he placed a light kiss on my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, trying to keep my emotions at bay. Thankfully, the red mask Dmitri gave me earlier hid most of my expression.
Twenty minutes later, Stepan pulled the limo in front of the Museum of the City of New York. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been here. It seemed like ages ago.
Dmitri stepped out of the limo and offered his hand. As I placed my hand in his, an overwhelming sense of what was going to happen inside came over me, which caused me to lose my footing.
“Are you all right,kukolka?” Dmitri wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me from twisting an ankle.
“Sorry, just a little nervous. I’ve never attended a masquerade gala before.” It was the truth, but I was nervous for a whole different reason.
“Just remember what would happen if you tried to run.”
I gave Dmitri a slight nod, knowing that after tonight he would never punish me again.
When we stepped inside, I was in complete awe of the elegance of not only the décor, but the gowns the women wore and the mystery the event held with each person wearing a mask. It made me wonder which one of these men was my brother. Chloe said he would know me by my mask and he would come for me.
The waiter came around and offered flutes of champagne and I was grateful that Dmitri grabbed two, giving one to me. My nerves were out of control and I needed something to tame them if I was going to get through this night.
Several men and women came up to Dmitri, introducing themselves to him while carrying on in polite conversation. Even though I nodded my head and acted interested in what was being said, I really hadn’t heard a word. All I could think about was when Angelo would make his move. Soon the fundraiser would start and everyone would be taking their places.
Feeling the turmoil in my stomach, I politely said, “Would you excuse me? I need to use the ladies’ room.”
“Is everything okay?” Dmitri asked, leaning his mouth to my ear.
“Yes. I’ll be right back.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek before making my way through the groups of people deep in conversation.
It took me a while, but I managed to find the women’s bathroom. Thankfully, when I stepped inside, I was the only one in it. I quickly removed my mask and splashed some water on my face. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t see the same woman I was five weeks ago. I always thought I was a strong, independent woman; someone my mama would have been proud of. Now I only saw a broken woman who had turned into something weak and pathetic. No more. After tonight, I would bring back the woman I was. No man would ever control me again. I would belong to no one.
Drying off my face, I opened the bathroom door with a new sense of pride.
“Hello, Lara,” a deep voice said behind me.
Angelo?
