Page 49 of Ensnared
She looked at him, confused. "But I checked there earlier."
Dimitri offered her an understanding smile while reaching out to scratch Mochi under the chin. "Yes, but the pool guy left the door open earlier and it closed behind her when she went in."
Overwhelmed with relief, Eve stood on her toes and kissed him firmly on the lips. Surprise colored his eyes an instant before his hand shot out to her pulling her in close for another. Eve moaned as his tongue met hers and she knew he would not be letting her go anytime soon.
Slipping a hand between them he grabbed the cat and gently placed her on the floor of the hallway before backing Eve into the bedroom. She wasn't sure what it was, the happiness of having Mochi safe and sound again or just pure gratitude but Eve found herself wanting to touch him more, wanting to initiate more. Stepping closer again, she wrapped her arms around his neck not missing the satisfied surprise in his expression.
Pulling back from a kiss she gave him a playful look. "I should go and thank Dominic too."
Eve let out a little yelp at the startling crack of his hand against her ass. She was only wearing a thin little dress, so she felt every inch of his hand against her ass cheek.
"Fuck him," he growled.
Stepping further into the room he backed her up near the bed, stopping next to his nightstand. Reaching behind him he pulled out the matte black gun and set it on the nightstand along with his phone and money clip. Looking from the gun to him, she thought of the life he must have had to lead to carry such a dangerous weapon at his back all day.
Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Again, the surprise on his face made her laugh. She thought of the past few nights they had spent together in bed. He had surprised her one night requesting her to read something to him.
"I don't care if it's two dudes, just pick one where the smut level isn't off the charts."
She bickered with him for ten minutes about exactly what constituted smut in his mind versus high-form erotica, but she eventually settled on a popular award-winning book about two princes fighting over a kingdom. Laying in his arms each night as she slowly unraveled a magical world full of betrayal and regency politics was something out of a dream. She hated how much she enjoyed it. This man turned her life upside down, she should be fighting him at every turn, reminding him that she was not his plaything. But how could she when the life of hisplaythingwas slowly morphing into something she had desperately wanted her entire life? Her ex had never once been interested in her choice of fiction, even going so far as to show a distaste for it whenever she talked about it.
Her thoughts were elsewhere as her hands ran down the hard shape of his chest. Fueled by the feeling of contentment and the need to feel his warmth against her body, Eve's hands trailed down the buttons of his shirt and began pushing the buttons through their corresponding holes when she suddenly paused.
Reality washed over her like a cold tidal wave. Normally Dimitri was the one who took control of things in the bedroom. Would he appreciate her sudden clumsy attempt at seduction? Swallowing, Eve looked up. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.
A dark blue fire burned in his eyes as he stared eagerly down at her. Cupping both of her hands with his own, he slowly moved her hands up to the next button in silent permission.
Emboldened, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his sculpted abs beneath the fine material. His tattooed skin was delightfully hot against her hands as they traveled lower. Stopping at his buckle, Eve knelt before him on the plush carpet and undid the fastening of his pants.
Dimitri let out a groan as she slid the zipper down, giving his straining cock room to adjust.
Her phone rang on the bed behind him. They both paused. Sitting on the bed, Dimitri reached for her phone on the other side and looked at the screen. Flicking his gaze up from the phone, he studied her, his eyes gleaming in the darkness of the room.
"You want to get this?" There was a steel edge to his tone as he turned the phone for her to see.
It was Landon's icon. It was a picture of him smiling outside a movie theater. It had been their second date, a night that had been so magical, Eve had held onto its memory even when it was clear it had all been a farce. Why was he calling her now? Didn't he have someone else? The memory of him in that picture holding that girl popped back into her mind, but there was no stinging pain like there once had been. It's funny, she had waited for this call for so long but now she couldn't imagine answering.
Eve shook her head. "No."
Dimitri leaned forward, the space between his legs where she knelt felt suddenly smaller as he searched her face with his hard gaze. "You sure? You no longer want him to change his mind and accept you back?"
His words stung. Not just because he said them in this intimate moment but because at one point, they were true. She had wanted Landon to take her back. She had wanted to be saved. That was before this villain swooped down into her life and carried her away. Looking up at him, she tried to remove her hurt pride and really stared up at him. Dimitri was the embodiment of mischief. With his perfect body, standing tall and strong, his body was adorned with dark ominous designs that spoke of a grim past and promised a dangerous future. He was truly a man to fear. Not right now though. Right now, as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his hot length, she caught the flicker of need in his eyes. The same need that ran through her. The need to know where you stood in the other person's eyes.
Shaking her head once more, Eve leaned forward and placed a soft kiss at the tip of his cock. "I don't want him."
"Then tell me who you want?" Dimitri rasped as he sat back.
Eve wanted to turn the question back on him. For some reason, she wanted to shatter the silent agreement of this world he created around them.Tell me what you want from me.A voice pleaded in her head.How long will you play house with me until you're tired of me? How much will my heart change toward you before it's all over?
She didn't dare voice the words, instead, she searched his eyes and gave him an earnest look. "You," she whispered truthfully.
He put his hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth onto his length before ordering. "Then show me, sweetheart."
Obediently, Eve leaned forward on her knees and took him fully into her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she swallowed him inch by inch. Looking up, her heart fluttered in her chest at the painful sight on Dimitri's face. Caught between pleasure and pain he tilted his head back as she followed the pressure of his hand on her head. Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing as his pubic hair met her nose. He loved it when she did this, something he had forced her to practice every time they had sex. But gone were the tears and protests. She stopped fighting his demands and began to follow his directions to breathe and relax. Now as the fat tip of his cock pulsed in the back of her throat, she felt a sick sense of pride as she looked up his stomach.
"Fucking Christ," Dimitri cursed, letting his grip on the back of her head loosen.
Pulling him out completely, Eve swallowed and caught her breath before slipping him back inside. This was where he always let her take control, his hands gentling in her hair. His fingers massaged at her scalp as he enjoyed her work. Covered in her saliva, his length glided easily in her hands as she worked him in and out of her mouth. Dimitri shuddered as she cupped his balls beneath. Suctioning her mouth, she pulled him slowly out only to catch the sight of her phone in his hands.
