Page 73 of Betraying Family Vows
"Come," he commands, slapping my ass before returning to rubbing my clit. "Come for me."
The tingles start and I feel the pressure rising. I squeeze my thighs together and I hear grunts from Dimitri. If I'm coming, he's coming with me.
I feel him start to move faster and faster. Our breathing becomes erratic.
I close my eyes and, like an eruption, my orgasm tears through me so hard I almost collapse. My vision blanks, pleasure fracturing me apart.
He doesn't stop, keeps thrusting through it, fucking me with raw, relentless force until he shudders and a final thrust jolts through me. His hot seed spills inside me with a broken groan.
As I ride out my ecstasy, I feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us panting, slick with sweat.
He tosses the knife onto a nearby table and pulls out of me.
I sag against the wall, my legs too shaky to stand. He catches me before I slide to the floor, turning me in his arms.
Our eyes meet. He looks wrecked. Ravaged. Like maybe he hates that he needs me this much.
I lift my hand to cup his jaw. "I think maybe you like when I fight back."
He smiles. "No," he says softly, "I like it when you surrender, but only after making me earn it."
And for the first time, neither of us pretends we're not completely undone by the feelings growing between us.
I smile. "I meant what I said by the way. About wanting to help. No secrets."
His hand comes up, curling around the back of my neck.
"I know. It's hard for me to trust. I always think people are lying."
"Maybe they are. But I'm not. Not with you and not about any of this." I stop and sigh. "I fucking care about you, Dimitri. That's the truth. I don't know how you really feel, but that's how I feel. I don't fuck strangers, Dimitri. And I sure as hell don't shoot at people for them."
Dimitri smiles. "I may have a thing for you, too."
I smile, unable to contain my excitement.
"So then, we stop fucking around," he says and squeezes my neck. "You and me. Honest. We finish this. No secrets."
"No secrets," I say.
And for the first time since all this began, it doesn't feel like we're on opposite sides.
It feels like we're finally in this together.
"Let's follow that paper trail to find out who 'S' is and kill that asshole," I say sternly.
"That's my girl," he says and kisses me. "Keep talking like that, and we'll be repeating what we just did."
24
ATHENA
The sunlight fighting its way through the curtains paints bright strips across my skin. Tiny particles dance in the beams.
I blink up at the ornate ceiling, letting my eyes trace the crown molding that curves around the room. My body feels like it's been run through a meat grinder, deliciously sore in places I haven't felt in years. Maybe ever.
For a moment, I can't remember where I am, but then I can smell him on the sheets, on my skin.
