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I watch his nostrils flare as he grinds out, "what we are is a hell of a lot more than friends, and you damn well know it."
I suck in a deep breath and stare into his eyes. There is so much truth written on his face, but I don't know if I can allow myself to trust it yet. Demetri's actions run hot and cold. Most of the time, I can't make heads or tails of what his intentions are. "I can see you are still confused by what's happening here, so let me be clearer since you seem to have forgotten what I told you in the hall after you had your sassy tongue in my mouth. You. Are. Mine. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time in that hospital bed, and you've been mine every day since."
Demetri steps further into my space, and I can feel his rock-hard erection pressing against my hip. Being the hussy, I am, I lean into him and a moan escapes passed my lips. I wish I could blame the dry spell I've been having for my actions, but the cold hard truth is, it's Demetri. Volkov has worked himself so far under my skin; I crave everything about him. I want his heat, his touch, his taste. I crave the way his eyes devour my every move, and most of all, I crave the power he has over me. I want nothing more than to let go and submit to the man in front of me, knowing he is the only one that I can be myself around; he's the only man I have ever wanted to give myself to completely. "Tell me what you need,Krasivaya," Demetri rasps his accent becoming stronger as his fingers work the button of my shorts. "Say it," he demands. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
"You," I breathe giving in. "I need you."
"Good girl," Demetri growls into my ear the same moment his hand slips past the band of my shorts finding my slick center. The second his finger slides through my wet slit my entire body shutters.
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Demetri
Ibegin working Glory's swollen clit. Her lips part as she moans, causing my cock to strain against my trousers. Letting go of her arm, I cup her breast in the palm of my hand and run the pad of my thumb across her erect nipple. She bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress her reaction to my touch. "Don't hold back. Let me hear your desire,Krasivaya." Dipping my head, I kiss the shallow of her neck, caressing her skin with my tongue, tasting of her flesh as I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze.
"Demetri," she whispers my name as her fingers tangle in my hair, and her hips jerk forward. "Please," Glory begs.
I sink two fingers into her heated center. "Please what,Krasivaya?" I ask her. Glory's hand drops between our bodies, and she rubs her palm up the length of my cock.
"Fuck me," she says, locking her eyes with mine.
I smirk and begin working her clit once more. "No," I say, taking control of her pleasure, which is far more important than my own. Her eyes flare with anger. She isn't used to not getting what she wants. She will soon realize how I like things. "You are mine." I sink my fingers into her once more, then press my palm against her clit. "I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but before that can happen," I roll her nipple between my fingers once more. "You have to surrender yourself to me completely. I won't give you all of me until I have all of you." I bring my mouth to hover over hers, feeling the heat of her breaths against my lips.
"You'll be waiting forever." Glory pants as I increase my speed, bringing her closer to climax.
"I'm willing to wait." I search her eyes as she lets my words sink in. "Come for me,Krasivaya," I command and watch her gorgeous face as she comes undone. Her walls tighten and flex around my fingers as she moans and rides out her orgasm.
I pull my hand from her shorts. She watches as I place my fingers in my mouth, tasting her, and licking them clean. My cock twitches with need, but I ignore it. "Perfect," I growl, her taste exploding across my tongue.
Almost immediately, Glory's demeanor changes. "I don't think I can do this," she says, turning her face away, refusing to look at me. "You and I will never work. I mean, the orgasm was nice and all, but it doesn't change the fact that I can't be what you want." She eases herself away from me and walks across the room, stopping in front of the double doors leading out to the apartment balcony. Glory crosses her arms as if to hug herself and stares outside, with the sunlight on her face. She closes her eyes.
"What is it you think I'm looking for?" I ask her.
"You want complete control of me. I'm not that woman. I can't give you all of me, Demetri. I won't be controlled." I carefully gauge the expression on her face, and it doesn't match the words coming from her mouth. "So, tell me, Demetri. How is it you know so much about me and what I do every day, where I go, what I like to eat. Do you have cameras watching my every move?" she asks, never looking back at me, keeping her face passive.
Reaching around her body, I unlock the French doors in front of her, turn the knobs and push them open. "Step outside with me," I tell her, and she does. Holding onto the railing, Glory gazes out at the city in front of us. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial, Sasha.
"Sir," he answers.
"Step out onto the balcony," I order him; ending the call, I slip my phone back into my pocket. A few seconds later, Sasha steps out onto the terrace neighboring Glory's apartment. "Krasivaya, I'd like you to meet Sasha. He is one of my trusted men. He has been watching over you — protecting what is mine for the last few months," I admit and watch her face morph into anger.
"My neighbor is your spy?" her voice hints at her rage. "That explains a whole hell of a lot."
With a nod, Sasha disappears back into his apartment.
"You know what? I don't need this shit in my life. I don't need you or your dominating ways. I'm not going to obey you. I won't be some kind of sex slave you keep on a leash. And I won't have you spying on my life. You can call your guard dog off as well." Glory storms back into the apartment, and I follow her inside. "You can see yourself out." She stomps across the living room, heading toward her bedroom.
"You are confusing what I want." I choose my words carefully and try to explain to her some of who I am. "Sexually, yes, I want you to give yourself to me. Completely. It's something I want. I crave it. My hunger for you to hand over all control is strong,Krasivaya, but I will not demand it, nor will I take it from you. That is something you have to submit to on your own free will," I sigh. Running my hand through my hair, I cross the living room and come to stand behind her just as she places her hand on the knob to her bedroom door. "Outside the bedroom, I won't demand complete compliance, but I do expect a certain level of respect, just as we discussed earlier." Gently wrapping my arms around her waist, I show Glory I can and will be gentle with her. That I'm not the monster, she may think I am. "Most of all, I need your trust."
Her head shakes. "I want to, but trust is not something I have much of these days. I understand in some ways why you have one of your men watch over me, but I don't like it. Sometimes things are taken from you, and you can never get them back. Like my privacy, which you have so clearly invaded." Silent tears roll down Glory's cheeks, and she turns away from me once more. This moment feels like so much more than her being mad at my actions right now. Something has broken her spirit in some way, and that does not sit well with me.
Turning her to face me, I ask. "If I am the sole cause of the state you are in, I am truly sorry. I never meant to upset you like this." I run my knuckles across her cheek, wiping the tears from her face.
"It's not just you." She drops her eyes.
"What more is troubling you? Tell me what sorrow has such a hold on your soul,Krasivaya. Show me what is broken so that I might put the pieces back together."
She laughs. "I'm a hopeless cause. Can't you see that? There are some things we can't fix. Shattered souls are one of them." She says the words like they are the truth.
