Page 51 of Darling Dmitri

“I was concerned.”

“So you decided to sneak into my locker room? Have you completely lost your senses?” he growled. “Go.”

“No.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” He clenched his fist, and I thought he might try to punch through the tile. Instead, he slapped it, and I jumped at the sound, as if I needed reassurance to make a run for it.

That alone should’ve been a sign to leave. I knew it was childish to argue, and I should’ve listened, but my sound judgment was apparently broken. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

He started spewing Russian in a guttural voice, staring at the floor. Then he pushed off the wall and turned around, taking a predatory step closer. Uncertainty lodged in my throat, and I feared I’d awoken a beast. I knew I did, but there was something even more troubling as I fought to keep my eyes on his. I was certain it would be overwhelming if I glanced down.Don’t look. Don’t look.Don’t look. “If you don’t leave now, I will do something we’ll both regret,” he hissed between his teeth.

His harsh warning sent tingles down my skin, yet I held my stance, glaring back at him. My resolve snapped as I dropped my eyes lower…and saw. Boy, did I ever see it, and heat flooded over me hotter than the steam emanating from the shower. His cock was thick and long, with the dark, bulbous head pointed furiously at me. I exhaled unevenly, whether from morbid curiosity, a little fear, or undeniable want, I wasn’t certain. Either way, it was intimidating.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I waited on bated breath as time ran down.

“Goddamn you,zaychik.” His arm whipped out, and he yanked me against him, crushing me against his chest. Water poured over me, and he ran his hands over my ass, lifting me up, and my legs curled around him. Suddenly, he twirled us until my back was pressed against the tile. “I’m so pissed at you right now.” He dove into my neck, scraping his teeth against my skin. His very hard and very exposed cock was prodding my lower abdomen. Heat, so much heat, settled at my core.

“You smiled at him,” he growled with no mercy.

I was soaked in every way possible, but ask me if I cared. I was having difficulty remembering who I was or what he was talking about, for that matter.

“Who?” I breathed out in confusion.

He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. His hands swept over one of my breasts, squeezing hard. “That asshole on the field.”

My mouth dropped open. “I didn’t—”

“You smiled at him when all your smiles should be for me.” His nostrils flared, and I saw blood oozing over his upper lip. Another battle scar from his fight. With an overwhelming urge to draw his lips between mine, I leaned in to kiss it, and he shifted his head. “No. You are not getting off the hook so easy.”

“You’re hurt.” I drew in his chin.

He jerked away again. He was tense. So tense, I could feel him holding back. “You think a few kisses will appease me right now?”

I dropped my hand from his face.

“You need to leave,” he rasped, but didn’t release me. If anything, he gripped me tighter.

I was confused. I shifted to slide from his grasp, but he kept me confined in his steely arms. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I wanted you to stay away far away from me because no matter how hard I try, I can’t stay away from you.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, punishing me in a feral kiss. Tongues lashing, teeth biting, and lips consuming until there was pain. I fought to keep up, drowning in desperation. Everything escalated into a raging passion that couldn’t be tempered. Teeth gnashed at my throat, rough hands grasped my breasts, and my back scraped against the tiles as he manhandled me into delightful submission.

I felt the scratch of his fingers trail over the sliver of my bare stomach, lower until his palm was covering the front panel of my cheer skirt. I gasped when he gripped me possessively over my core. “This is mine.”

He knelt down before me; his eyes never wavered from mine. Running his hands under my skirt, he hooked his fingers around my boy cut cheer briefs and yanked them down my thighs, lifting my leg out of one side while the garment slipped down to my ankle.

Before I could blink, he pushed up my skirt and nosed into my clit. “Mine,” he murmured against me, and I dug my fingers into his hair. “Eto moye.” His teeth scraped over my sensitive skin. “Whose pussy is this?”

I rolled my eyes in pleasure.

“Tell me, Sorina. Whose cunt is this?” he demanded.

His crude words vibrated against my core. This was crazy, but all I could think about was how I wanted more. “Yours,” I mewled. “It’s yours.”

“That’s right.” Lick. “This.” Suck. “Is.” Nip. “Mine.” He nibbled and feasted like he couldn’t stop. I was so consumed by him, I couldn’t move.“This cunt is mine.” His words drifted over me like an ominous threat, and I raised my hips, pressing into his face. I didn’t care.

“Please.” The word slipped out.

---