Page 33 of Ensnared
Eve cut her gaze away from him and glared out the window. "Can you leave now?"
The answering silence made her stomach twist and she looked back at him. Regret instantly washed over her as she watched the unmistakable glint of a challenge igniting in his eyes.
Snatching the towel from over his shoulders, Dimitri let it fall to the floor as he strode over to her. Eve tried to back away but his hand shot out and caught her by the back of the neck. Slowly, he pulled her forward, forcing her to walk on her knees closer to the edge of the bed where he stood. With his right hand still firmly buried in her hair grasping the back of her neck, she watched as his other hand unbuckled his belt.
Eve's heart froze.
"Do you remember the first day we met?" His eyes never left hers as he undid his buckle. "I do. I remember you coming around the corner wearing your uniform. All this soft hair was pulled up, leaving me to see every detail of your beautiful face." His hand slid from the back of her head to cup her jaw, his thumb brushing over her lips.
Eve couldn't make a sound; her heart was racing as her gaze darted back and forth from his glacial stare to the sound of his zipper unzipping.
"Please," she tried, but the grip on her jaw tightened in warning.
A feverish glint warmed his eyes as he stared down at her with almost suspended expectation. "Open," he commanded.
With unshed tears, she looked back at the cock inches from her face and stared at it. It was just as thick as she imagined it to be. How could he be so hard already? It made no sense. She could still feel him inside of her from earlier, pushing and pushing himself inside of her until it felt as if there wasn't an inch of space he hadn't invaded.
Eve opened her mouth. Dimitri did not hesitate. He pushed himself past her open lips, filling her mouth with him. A tear dropped down her cheek as she braced herself for him to force his way in further, to gag her on his cock, but he surprised her when he stopped. Glancing up at him, their eyes met again and she could see the control in his expression as he waited for her.
Carefully, she reached for him, her fingers wrapped around the base of him. Dimitri's taut stomach muscles jumped but his face did not change. She could feel his cock pulsing hot beneath her fingers as she relaxed her jaw and pumped him into her mouth. The grip on the back of her head flexed and she looked up to see his eyes close for a moment. Pulling back, she let her mouth slide down the veiny shaft to the very edge stopping as her lips cupped the fat head and her hand pumped back. Back and forth, back and forth, her hand pumped at his length as her mouth followed. Each time she took him a little bit deeper until she could feel the bulbous head hitting the back of her throat. Eve told herself not to look up. She just needed to get through this to be done with it as soon as possible, but she could hardly focus. The deep sounds Dimitri was making above her and his hands gripping either side of her head were begging her to look up.
What if she saw the same bored look Landon used to give her? Doubt and shame burned in her heart and she increased the suction of her mouth.
"Christ," Dimitri hissed.
Without thinking, Eve glanced up and would have stopped at the sight if it weren't for Dimitri's thrusting hips. The look on his face was one of painful pleasure.
Heat coiled inside of her as she felt his hands tighten in her hair.
"Eve," he growled in warning, his fingers loosening in her hair.
Grasping onto the back of his thighs, Eve closed her eyes and resumed the rhythm. She heard Dimitri curse again, his hands returning to grip her head as his cock swelled in her mouth. The shots of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Dimitri let out a guttural sound above her as he pushed her head further up his length until her nose was flush with his hips and her eyes burned with tears.
With a few more pulses of his hips into her swallowing throat, Dimitri slowly pulled back, letting his softening cock pull free of her mouth. They both just stared at one another as they tried to catch their breath.
Eve blinked when she felt his thumb glide underneath her wet eyes, brushing the tears away from each. He murmured something she couldn't understand and stepped back.
"Go shower," he said, pointing meaningfully at the door. His voice was much deeper than it was before. "Before I put your bed through another round. I doubt it or you can handle that right now."
Her shower had more tears than water. Wiping away the mirror, Eve stared back at her pathetic reflection. Eyes swollen and her hair frizzy from the shower cap, she didn't feel refreshed at all. She prayed for him to leave. Surely he was a busy man and had other things to do. Right?
Stepping out of the bathroom, her heart sank. Dimitri, fully dressed now, was sitting on the edge of her bed holding Mochi in his lap. The gray cat looked pleased with her new throne as she watched Eve hesitantly step forward.
Dimitri's ice-blue eyes looked up from the cat in his lap. "Pack an overnight bag for yourself and this…weird cat," he said, gesturing to Mochi.
Eve couldn't help but come to the defense of her cat. "She's not weird. She's a munchkin."
Dimitri stared at her with an unreadable expression, waiting for her to explain.
"It's a condition. She won’t ever get much bigger than she is now and it causes her legs to be shorter than normal and a number of other health issues. I got her as a rescue a year ago."
Dimitri looked back down at Mochi who was stretched out onto her back in his lap. His pants were going to be covered in fur, she thought.
Eve blinked and replayed his words. Wait a minute! "Hold on, what do you mean pack a bag?"
Carefully, Dimitri lifted Mochi and placed her on the bed before standing. He brushed the fur from his legs. "Exactly as it sounds. I will have my men come and get the rest of your things."
Eve shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere."
