Page 22 of Ensnared
The image changed back to the man, cutting her brother off. The man said something in Russian and Dimitri nodded with a smirk before ending the call.
"That settles the debt, but," Dimitri paused with an evil smile directed at her. "That leaves the interest."
His words barely pierced through her reeling mind. "I don't understand," she whispered, licking her dry lips. "How much interest?"
Didn't he say Ricky had cost him millions? Interest to a million-dollar sum?! The very idea made her want to throw up.
Realizing he hadn't answered, Eve looked at him, meeting his cold blue eyes directly. It felt as if she were staring into the eyes of a bird of prey, cold and unfeeling and posing more than just a threat to her safety.
Dimitri let the pause stretch between them until the silence took on meaning and his look held a note of suggestion. She immediately knew the answer and took a stumbling step back off the plush carpet until her heels were clicking on the marble floor.
"You can't mean…"
Dimitri stood up and took off his suit jacket and her heart clenched. At the bar, she never once feared him. A little intimidated, sure. Skeptical, yes. But never this pulse thumping fear that made her skin grow cold. Right now, he felt massive, literally and figuratively. Stopping only a foot away from her, Dimitri towered over her. She could not only see the obvious power in his strong shoulders and biceps pressing into the material of his shirt but she could feel the power emanating from him. He obviously controlled the man who met her in the hallway and the man over the phone. And he was sitting in a private penthouse suite like he really did own the place. It was as if there was a huge invisible fist of power wrapping around her one finger at a time driving home each facet of this man's control and influence.
With his hands in his pockets, Dimitri leaned forward, close enough she could smell the subtle amber scent of his cologne. "Do you know how good you look? Or are you going to continue hiding behind that coy façade?"
His words were so low and careful they felt like honey dripping from the fangs of a devil. Thoughts of women in literature being tricked by men like him played in her mind. Eve in the Garden of Eden tricked into eating the apple by Satan or Persephone tricked by Hades and eating the pomegranate in the underworld. Was this how it happened? Beautiful lies coming from a beautiful liar.
Calling on what little strength she had, Eve glared at Dimitri. "I'm not hiding behind-"
The hand suddenly spearing through her hair and wrapping behind her head made her eyes go wide. But it was the feel of his lips against hers that stopped her rebuttal short. Eve had no time to resist. Her mouth was already open when his mouth came down on hers, his sly tongue finding its way to hers within seconds. The steel grip of his fist held her solidly in place as his mouth slanted over hers. His hot, relentless tongue swirled around hers with an animalistic urgency that left her shaking and breathless when he finally pulled away.
Dimitri leaned his forehead against hers as she tried to catch her breath. "Then you know how much I want to rip this dress off of you right now?" he whispered.
Eve wanted to run. To force her shaky legs to move in her precarious heels as fast as she could manage away from this man but the unmistakable grip cupping the back of her head told her Dimitri wouldn't let her go far.
"Don’t," she pleaded in a voice so soft she could barely hear it.
The hand on the back of her head dropped to her shoulder and slid down her arm until he was capturing her hand in his. Eve watched as his long fingers laced themselves with hers and gave her an encouraging tug.
"Come. I'm starving," he announced, with a smirk over his shoulder as he pulled her past the living area and across the open room to a large dining table in the corner of the suite.
Outside, the sky was completely black and Eve could see her reflection in the immaculate windows that seemed to line every wall. She could see the image they made in the glass. Dimitri's tall commanding form striding purposefully across the room with her in tow. Even without looking at her own reflection, she knew that despite her new dress, the heels, and her soft curls, her face was a mask of terror.
Eve swallowed thickly and tried to find her voice as he stopped in front of the bare table. "I'm not hungry."
Dimitri's eyes drop heatedly from her lips and down to her breasts before coming back up to meet hers. "I wasn't talking about you." Eve didn't have time to react to those loaded words when she felt his hands span her waist before lifting her onto the table. Eve jumped at the cool contact of the dark wood beneath her bare thighs. "Don't be scared," he offered, his voice like black velvet. Placing one fist on either side of her thighs, Dimitri leaned forward until they were face to face. "You have already shown me everything once before, is that not right, TemptingEvening?"
No. That was the only word her mind could conjure as she stared back into his cold smiling eyes. It couldn’t be. But even as she tried to rebuke it the logical part of her brain was piecing together all the facts. Earlier he had mentioned the exact amount in her bank account. And the man sitting in the shadows—it was him.
"That was…"
Dimitri grinned even as he slid his hands up her thighs. His fingers found the thin lacy straps of her underwear and hooked around them. Clenching her thighs together did nothing as Dimitri yanked the material past her ass and down her thighs with a slight rip to the useless fabric.
"Wait! No!" She tried pushing at his hands but no amount of force seemed to stop him as gripped each of her knees.
Dimitri ignored her and gently but firmly pried her legs apart letting the torn material fall to the floor as he stepped into the space her parted legs made. "I nearly drove to your house that night," he confessed, his voice rougher than before.
She had to reason with him. Surely, there had to be another way to pay him back. To work this out without-
Her thoughts were cut off with a little cry as she felt his hand brush against her sex. Her dress was still covering her thighs and his questing hand, but she could feel his thumb tracing up and down her slit. Each gentle stroke across her folds made her jerk against his hand, leaving her breathless and helpless to stop any of it.
Dimitri just watched her mumbling something in another language under his breath as his hand caressed blindly under her dress.
She had to get a hold of herself and push him away. If he could just stop touching her then maybe they could talk this out. Again, his thumb ghosted past her clit hiding in her folds and Eve let out a small noise.
Dimitri let out a curse under his breath and reached for the top of her sleeves with both hands and yanked the dress down. The material offered little resistance. The rip of fabric echoed between them and the cool air of the room met her exposed chest seeping right through the lacy bralette as if it wasn't even there. Dimitri's face was completely unrecognizable now. Gone was the mask of politeness she had come to know at the bar. Even the charming dimpled smile was nowhere in sight. Now something else, something dangerous and foreign, towered before her staring down at her bare breasts with hungry gleaming eyes.
