Page 24 of Ensnared
She wanted to sayshe didn't need to try out archaic torture to know she wanted nothing to do with it,but the words were caught in her throat. Instead, she buried her face into his chest clutching onto the fabric of his expensive shirt. She could feel the hard press of his muscular chest beneath her face as tears slipped from her eyes. She didn't want to be humiliated and hurt. If this had to happen, if she had to pay for her brother's mistake then she just wanted to get it over with regular sex.
"Fine." She could feel the rumbling quake of his sigh against her face. "Even though you would look quite lovely strapped to the cross. I'll let it go—but only for your complete surrender," he instructed, tilting her head back. His azure gaze pierced right through her with a cold warning. "No fighting. No biting. No tears." He reached his other hand beneath her skirt and cupped her bare sex, smiling as she jumped at the contact. "Just this sweet cunt wrapped around my dick, understood?"
Eve tried not to shift in his hold but it was impossible. His fingers pulsed ever so slightly against her as if he were strumming them across a tabletop impatiently. Licking her lips, she forced herself to think. "And you won't hurt me or Ricky?"
This time Dimitri pressed one finger into her slit, sawing it back and forth as he dropped his lips to her neck. Eve shuddered at the feel of his warm breath against her cool skin. "Hurting you is the last thing on my mind."
She didn't miss the way he purposefully left her brother out. "But what about Ricky?!"
Dimitri grabbed her by the face. Eve let out a small cry as he pressed her cheeks in and made her lips stick out in a pout. His expression grew intense and his eyes seemed to burn like blue flames. "Let your brother get himself out of the mess he made. You should be focused on me and me alone."
He didn't give her a chance to respond, instead covering her pouting lips with his own. He released his grip on her cheeks and Eve sighed just as he groaned and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced. She had no choice in the matter. With his hand on her pussy and his other hand spearing through her hair and massaging the base of her scalp, her world was turned on its axis yet again with this man. With each slide and stroke of his masterful tongue, his evil fingers did the same against her folds. Her senses were coiling against themselves fighting and surrendering all at once.
"Now say yes," he hissed in demand.
Everything was at stake. How could she say no? He said he wouldn't hurt her, right? She had to believe that. She had to for her and her family's sake. Still clutching onto his shirt, she held onto him as he dipped her back in his arms and closed her eyes and answered. "Yes."
Her feet left the ground the moment the words were uttered and Eve blinked in shock. Never in her life had anyone picked her up and now in one night, this lunatic had done it twice.
The coolness of the soft sheets made her tremble as he laid her on top of the bed. Without pause, he was already reaching for her shoes and undoing the clasps, letting the heavy wedges fall to the floor. Next, his hands reached for her dress and Eve could do nothing but keep her lips pressed tightly together as he ripped the dress down her shoulders and arms, and off her body entirely. Wearing only her bra, Eve looked up at Dimitri fearfully.
He kneeled on the bed and reached for her. Eve jumped when his hand came toward her face. She just sat there frozen in place still clutching her lacy bra tightly to her chest as he gently pulled off her gold frames. Dimitri gave her a wicked smile before tossing the glasses somewhere behind him. Still kneeling partially on the bed, he began to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders.
Eve's eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest. Even without her glasses, she could easily see the defined muscles of his pecs and abs covered in various black ink. There were so many tattoos she wasn't sure where to look. One did stand out from the rest. A large black snake tattoo coiling its way around his right shoulder and bicep. Its intricate scales seemed almost lifelike, and the serpent's head, with its sharp watchful eyes, pointed toward his elbow. The inky creature was just as menacing as its owner.
Shirtless, Dimitri dropped one bracing hand to her left and held himself easily above her. She could feel the heat from his body as his legs straddled one of hers pinning her beneath him. Eve's breath caught in her throat at the press of him against her thigh. She could feel the searing hard curve of his erection pressing through the material of his pants.
Some of his golden hair fell forward as he looked down at her, his gaze dropping pointedly to her hands covering her bra. "Will you make me ask, my sweet Eve?"
Eve swallowed and bit at the corner of her lip. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she still felt a little sick as if her head was spinning and her movements weren't quite catching up to her brain. But despite it all, she knew she had no choice. She had already said yes. The ink on this Faustian contract was dry and there was no turning back.
Slowly, she pulled off the sheer bra. The black lace had done nothing to hide the press of her nipples against the fabric anyway.
She watched as Dimitri's irises contracted at the sight of her bare breasts before slowly enlarging with carnal satisfaction.
Dimitri's face turned almost volatile—his features starker, his need more acute. "You have no idea how you affect me—but you will."
Dimitri lowered himself to her and Eve let out a startled little sound at the feel of his heavy chest pressing into hers. The feeling of being covered so completely while being pressed into the mattress was almost primal. Her body arched at the evocative feeling. Again, his mouth found hers and Eve moaned into the kiss. It wasn’t fair. This evil bastard was ruining her life and her brother's yet here he was scattering her thoughts with a stroke of his tongue and pulling desperate mewling sounds from her with a grind of his hips.
Dimitri hungrily swallowed each moan. "That's it, baby. Give me all of you."
No! Her mind screamed even as her legs parted beneath him. She could hear the jingle of his buckle and the rustle of his pants as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. She wanted to cry. She hated how good his naked lean waist felt settling between her soft thighs. Reaching down between them, his fingers glided across her folds and he let out a deep pleased sound at her wetness that rumbled against her breasts pressed into his chest.
Eve held her breath at the first blunt nudge of his cock against her tight entrance.
Dimitri dropped his head to the side of hers, his lips pressing into her neck. He made no move to continue his press forward, simply letting the fat head of his cock lay perfectly in line with her entrance. A hand came up to her breast and began to massage the fatty globe just as he began to place hot kisses along the curve of her neck.
He spoke against her neck, each word sending a thrilling little puff of air along her sensitive nerves. "I said hurting you was the last thing on my mind."
"Yes," she answered hesitantly, scared of where this was going.
"I didn't say I wouldn't," his cold voice was deep and resonant in her ear.
Eve let out a startled cry as Dimitri plunged himself forward. Her whole body tensed and a tear slipped from her eye. The burning stretch of him inside of her made her want to turn over and hug herself but she couldn't move. With both arms braced on either side of her, Dimitri held himself above her, his face a mask of rigid self-control as he glared at some unseen spot over her head.
Dimitri began to thrust himself inside of her, first with slow, meticulous precision, but with each stroke of his hips, he increased the force. Eve clung to him. Her nails bit into his hard biceps as a series of escalating cries escaped her.
The thick slide of his cock with each punching stroke was unraveling her mind. Eve lost herself to the overwhelming feeling. The uncomfortable burn turned into something aching and addictive. Her hips tilted upward for more, anticipating each stroke. She held onto him tightly, knowing her nails were leaving marks on his pale skin, but Dimitri showed no sign of caring. If anything, he seemed to revel in it.
