Page 28 of Ensnared
I never meant to break these, especially knowing how cute you look in them. — D.
Eve wanted to scream. Immediately her hand reached for the gold frames with every intention of crushing them but she paused. Turning around, she stomped back into her room and flung herself back in the bed. The nerve of that asshole! The gall!
Here she was wallowing in bed traumatized by it all while he was sitting up in his gilded tower penning stupid little notes. With every second she thought of it her pride inflamed until she was sitting fully up and reaching for her phone. She needed to get a hold of herself. She needed to get past this crippling shame and the constant thoughts of that blue-eyed bastard. Every time she closed her eyes, she could remember his touch. She recalled his deep masculine grunts filling the air or how he kept whispering how much she pleased him in her ear. Eve wanted to cry. She never hated someone so much. Sex had never been that way with Landon and she hated Dimitri for it. He ruined everything good in her life.
Swiping away the moisture in her eye, she jabbed the contacts button on the screen and began to scroll. She would exorcise this bastard from her thoughts one way or another even if that meant getting some outside help.
Chapter 17
Amidstthepulsatingmusicand the kaleidoscope of neon lights, Dimitri reclined in his seat in Club Radiance's VIP section. Bored, he scanned the room, taking in the swirling sea of guests who surrendered themselves to the allure of the night. The cacophony of laughter, clinking glasses, and the heavy thumping of the music reverberated through the air. It was giving him a headache.
Schooling his features, he looked to the men next to him in the booth. They had just inked a lucrative deal, one that promised chaos and considerable wealth. The details of a cyber ransom attack on a New Jersey power plant danced through his mind. Thankfully, another faction of the organization in New York would be handling those arrangements. With his part of the job done, he simply had to ensure the men enjoyed themselves the remainder of their time here. With every sip of his vodka, he toasted to a future filled with both power and prosperity, all concealed beneath the guise of a pulsating nightclub.
"Hey there," the practiced purr of a familiar voice made him look up. Standing in front of their table was a familiar brunette. Without waiting for an invitation, the woman cut through the open space of the two tables and came to sit between him and his guests. "I've missed you."
Dimitri leaned back against the plush seat and watched as she turned her body into his. He could feel every inch of her through the thin gold halter dress. He didn't need to say anything in reply, he simply lifted a brow in acknowledgment.
The woman replied with a devious little smile full of promise. "Why don't we go up to that room of yours, huh?"
Dimitri let a ghost of a smile touch his lips and looked at her. He didn't mind hearing what enticing things she was prepared to offer.
"I'll even let you put me in that swing of yours again," she whispered, leaning into his neck, letting her lips feather across his skin.
Dimitri gave her a challenging look. "Let?"
Even through her thick makeup, the woman blushed and looked down at his shirt where her long nails toyed with a button on his shirt. "What? Do you want me to beg?" A coy look glinted in her eyes and she dropped a hand to his pants.
Dimitri didn't bother looking down as her hand began to trace over his crotch. "Or do you want me here and now?" She licked her lips suggestively.
Dimitri considered her offer. She would do it too. Even with the thumping music and hundreds of dancing guests, she would take her time sucking every inch of him off here and now. And when she was done, she would too happily follow him up to his suite and let him use every hole in her body to his content. Sadly, it wasn't her mascara tears he wanted to see. He wanted the real deal. He didn't want to play pretend anymore, not after finding the real thing.
Findingher.
Ignoring the woman practically in his lap, Dimitri pulled out his phone and accessed the feed Andrey had set up for him. He only had to wait for a few seconds until the video began to play. Laying on her bed, much like she had been for the past week, Eve was scrolling through her phone. The room that had started off as a lively decorated room of a girl who had spent her teenage years in it was now a desolate little room with a bed and a couple of boxes pushed into a corner.
Annoyed with himself, he clicked off the phone and stood up from the booth. The woman in his lap fell over onto the other man who had been eyeing her greedily. He gratefully caught her.
Dimitri looked down at the man and his colleague, catching both of their eyes. "If you need anything else, refer to Petr." He gestured over to the enforcer standing quietly in the shadows behind the booth.
Hearing his name, Petr stepped forward and looked at the two men and gave them a nod. As usual, the enforcer's face was expressionless.
Taking his leave, Dimitri left the club going through a double set of heavy glass doors that kept the heavy sounds of music trapped within. Once outside onto the casino floor, two more of his men appeared at his side and trailed him as he made his way upstairs. Only when he was in his office did they finally leave.
Now he could understand what his previous boss, Roman, was talking about. When Dimitri was a captain to his former boss, it was his job to know the man's every movement and to make sure nothing happened to him. Roman hated it. He was always ducking his detail to get away. Dimitri always assumed that whenever he was in the same position, he wouldn't mind the constant security presence. He was wrong. Yeah, it had its perks but for the most part, it was annoying.
Pouring himself a shot of vodka, he walked over to the large windows overlooking the strip. Lights twinkled and flashed across every inch of the famous street. Billboards advertised shows and displayed images of smiling faces all in an effort to lure people in so that the casino could lovingly drain them dry.
For as long as Dimitri could remember he had spent every moment clawing and fighting through the organization just to make it here. As a kid, he watched the life he should have had get ripped from him and been given torturous hell in return. He endured freezing nights, weeks without food, fights, beatings, begging, and scraping just to survive to make it here to this moment on the throne he more than worked for. And now, Dimitri thought with a laugh, he was fucking bored.
Day in and day out it was the same fucking thing. Run his boss's money through the casino. Find new sources of intel so the ever-reaching claws of his organization held power in every part of the globe. Money and power every day and every night turning his world into dull black and white.
Until her.
Like a splash of neon color to his world he thought of Eve's beautiful round face.
Dimitri downed the glass in his hand and glared out the window. Why couldn't he stop thinking of her?
She was…not nothing. As much as he tried to tell himself that she was nothing he couldn't, because she was definitely something. Dimitri felt a smile pull at his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Soft, brassy, and oh so fucking responsive. Dimitri let out a groan and walked over to his desk and sat down. Memories of her moans and cries seeped back into the forefront of his mind and just like a drug his body responded.
