Page 41 of Ensnared
"No," she moaned. "It's too much…stop." Eve tried to reach down and grab his hand, but Dimitri just hushed her with a kiss.
"Shh, let me," he whispered, his hand still moving between her legs.
The stimulation against her swollen clit was too much and she arched her back as the hot feeling began to build up inside of her. Dimitri flashed her a radiant wicked smile.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, her mouth found his and she kissed him deeply despite the hurt and anger she still felt. Dimitri cursed against her lips and kissed her back, the overwhelming need in his hunger pushing her deeper into the silk sheets. When he pulled back, Eve stared up at him.
There was something formidable in his features that kept him from being labeled pretty. It wasn't the obvious strength in his sculpted body nor was it the knowledge of his profession. It was something else. Something buried in those cold wintry eyes that thawed when they turned to her. Eve suspected it was the unhinged determination lurking within.
His hand moved against her, rubbing the now cooling cloth against her clit, pushing the little nubbin up before dragging the cloth down forcing the bundle of nerves to follow suit.
Her arms tightened around him and she raised one knee over his hips. Dimitri whispered something in his harsh rolling language in her ear. Up and down, up and down - her eyes clenched shut as the feeling began to build. Dimitri caught her lips and she willingly opened her mouth once more for his sweeping tongue.
Within moments she was breaking all over again in his arms.
"You always say no," he chided softly as he pulled away the now cool cloth. "And I always show you how good it can be."
Eve didn't reply, just watched him as he placed kisses down her shoulder along the line of her arm. He seemed to be marveling at every inch of her, committing her to memory and tracing her with his hands.
A crease formed between Dimitri's eyes as his hands stopped on a small raised scar on the inside of her upper arm.
His eyes locked on the small scar; his features hardened. "What is this?"
Eve blinked in confusion. Tiredly, she followed his line of sight to the small scar. She looked back at him and answered, confused by his serious stare. "It's my birth control implant."
He gave a slight nod before his cold blue eyes flicked up to her. "I want this removed by tomorrow. I'll have one of my men take you to a doctor."
His words felt like cold water being splashed on her face.
Grabbing the sheet, Eve pulled it up over her breasts as she sat up and shot him a look that saidhave you lost his mind!"No! Are you insane?! What are you talking about? I don't want to get pregnant."
A muscle rippled along his jawline. "I won't have anything between us, Eve, even this." He touched the implant, giving her a hard look.
"No!" Eve scrambled back on the bed, needing to get away from him and what he was saying. He was insane. He couldn't really be demanding this from her. Couldn't be!
Dimitri's hand shot out and grabbed her by the ankle just as she got close to the other side of the bed. With one hard tug, she landed with a grunt on her side and was pulled back. Eve turned over and kicked at him. She didn't care if she was naked or her curly hair was everywhere making her no doubt look like a mad woman, she could not let him do this to her. As if expecting the attack, Dimitri easily caught her foot. Pushing her leg to the side he crawled over her dodging her fists until he had her pinned to the bed.
Frustrated and feeling beyond helpless, she glared up at him through her tears. "You can't do this to me!" she yelled. "I-I don't want to be pregnant." She could picture it easily. Pregnant and homeless or worse.
She sucked in a breath as her mind formulated an even worse possibility. She imagined Dimitri's handsome smile fading into a cold smirk as he took her baby and threw her penniless onto the street. She would have nothing to fight him with, no money, no resources, no one to believe that this billionaire had tricked her into thinking he wanted her to now betray her. Eve's chest tightened at the sickening thought.
Above her, Dimitri's face turned volatile—his features stark, his anger more acute. "This is not a debate," he began evenly. Transferring his weight to one hand he ran the other through his disheveled hair that hung like spun gold with notes of copper running through it. "You will go tomorrow or..."
Eve refused to falter. She glared back up at him with a defiant look.
Somehow his gaze grew colder. Sitting up onto his haunches he reached into his pocket and pulled something shiny out.
It took her brain a few valuable seconds to comprehend what she was seeing even as he flicked the blade out. Dimitri kept his eyes on hers as he positioned himself back over her, his hand braced just beside her ear. He held the four-inch blade above her arm. "Or I can just do it here and now. Despite his looks, Dominic is really good with a needle and thread."
Eve's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the glinting blade held above her arm. The room seemed to close in on her, and the shadows along the wall seemed to come alive with her fears. Like a droplet hitting a pool of water, the realization hit her. He was serious. This was not an empty threat. Looking away from his cold waiting gaze, Eve sank into herself as the stark reality of her situation surrounded her. She was trapped by this monster with no choice but to play his games. Fear clawed at her chest while icy fingers squeezed her heart.
The bed moved as Dimitri folded the knife with a flick of his finger and pulled back from the bed. After a few moments, he came back to the bed and reached for her. Numb, she didn't fight him as he pulled her into his arms and carried her from the room.
In their bedroom now, Dimitri carefully lowered her to the bed and covered her with the blanket. Eve couldn't stop trembling. Fear and anxiety twisted through her veins seemingly touching every part of her body until there was nothing warm left inside of her. Behind her, the bed dipped and she shut her eyes, doing her best to block out any and every aspect of her cruel captor.
Dimitri's heavy arm snaked around her as he pressed himself behind her. She could feel the gentle scrape of his hair from his bare legs touch hers and knew he had stripped.
His touch only made her tremble harder.
