Page 14 of The Payback

As a man of few words, his power and confidence ring through the simple command. He expects to be obeyed, and I’m helpless to resist. I turn towards him, his hands never leaving my hips, just sliding along my skin with those rough calluses and evoking a shiver.

Dimitri bends closer, running his nose along my temple as he breathes me in. The top two buttons of his white shirt are unbuttoned, and I study the tan skin there, keeping my eyes on his chest, knowing I’ll come undone if I look into those ice-blue depths again.

“Now, wife.”

I raise my shaky hands to the next button and thread it through the hole, exposing more of my new husband.

Making quick work of the following few buttons, I pull the material out of his suit trousers. Once the garment’s hanging open, exposing a defined chest and the bumps and ridges of his abdomen, he offers me his wrists. Silver cufflinks fasten the shirt sleeves in place, and I carefully remove them.

After taking them from my fingers, he slides the shirt down his broad shoulders and lets it crumple on the bed behind him.

“Look at me,” Dimitri commands.

So fucking slowly, I drag my gaze up his body, noting a few scars along the way. With a fingertip, I trace the puckered skin over his ribs, and Dimitri freezes under my touch.

“What happened here?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, and I find the courage to look up at him. His eyes have gone distant, as if looking into the past.

“Lies.” I echo the word he used when I tried to explain away Bella.

His lips hook into a smile.

“A secret for a secret, then?” he offers.

He knows I won’t take him up on it. Proving him right, I’m the one to shake my head this time. Bella is too important to risk.

The pang in my heart resonates throughout my entire body. I miss my girl so damn much. But I’m doing this for her—for her future and safety. If Nik finds out he has a daughter, he will bring her into this life, and that’s the last thing I want.

Dimitri cradles my jaw, and he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it from my teeth where I’d been unknowingly biting it.

The air between us is charged, so full of electricity and chemistry. And just when I think I can’t take his penetrating gaze for another second, he lowers his head. He gives me ample time to pull away—to withdraw and put distance between us.

But I do none of those things.

His lips brush against mine so unrushed it feels like time stands still. He’s taunting me, baiting me to rise to the challenge, and I don’t disappoint. Seeking more, I press forward, mirroring his hands by putting mine on his waist and dragging him closer as I deepen the kiss.

Reaching between us, I undo the button on his trousers, then move to the zipper, letting my fingertips trail over the hardness beneath. He shivers as my touch skates over his straining cock.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine and looking between us, watching me undress him like it’s the most erotic show he’s ever seen.

“Take my cock out, Sabre.”

Never in my life have I wanted something so much.

Fucking my asset was not in the brief Interpol gave me. Neither wasnotfucking my asset, to be fair. They merely said to do whatever it took to keep my cover. I thought we’d just cohabitate. But with Nik living here, things have taken a dramatic turn because we have to put on a show at home, too, making this more complicated than I’d initially thought. This was supposed to be my safe place, but now, it’s become another stage upon which to act.

Though, this feels like less of an act than before. I want this. I want Dimitri, and having Nik hear another man fuck me is a small dose of petty payback I am eager to dole out.

I push the material over Dimitri’s hips, and it falls to the floor. He’s hardly kicked the material off his legs before his boxer briefs are next to go. His shoes were discarded elsewhere before he joined me in bed, and soon, he’s finally revealed. I can’t help but lick my lips as I let my gaze trail down his body.

I’ve never believed in a unicorn cock before, though Nik’s came damned close. Thick and veiny with a broad head, Dimitri’s dick is one to write home about.

Dimitri’s hands tighten on my hips, breaking me out of my stare-off with the unicorn of all dicks. Gripping the lace, the only material left to hide my most intimate parts from my husband, he tears them from my body, leaving me bare.

A thump from outside the suite cuts through my brain’s white noise.

Nik.

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