Page 64 of Shattered Diamonds

He walks us into the shower and turns on the water. The sprays shoot from all directions, soaking us. His shirt clings to my body, and with agility, he removes it from me without setting me down. Bare chest to bare chest, he pummels my mouth with his. When he has had enough of my lips, he tortures the skin of my neck and works his way down to my breast. My back arches from where it is pressed up against the tile. His erection is still nestled between my lips, so I shift my weight, wanting more of him.

He stops his manipulation of my nipple with a groan, and a sharp, “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“It’s going to happen, Haven. Before this night ends, I will have embedded myself inside that sweet cunt of yours. Breaking through that barrier that was meant just for me.”

I moan with impatience then state a fact I’m not sure he is aware of. “You know there is a chance I don’t have a hymen anymore, right? I have performed extensive, physical dance moves since I was a child. I have most likely torn the small bit of skin little by little over the years.”

“Whether your hymen is intact or not, your cunt knows no man and will never know any other man, but me.”

My eyes flicker over his. His hand comes to my face and pushes my wet hair from my cheek behind my ear. I lean in and nibble on the soft skin of his neck just below his beard. He sets me on my feet and turns me towards the water. He reaches for the soap and washes my body. It’s then I notice it’s the same bodywash I use. I look to the other bottles set on the ledge and notice my shampoo as well.

“How?”

“Haven, you will learn that I am a man who doesn’t take no for an answer. I have many ways of getting what I want. My reach is far, and the respect I demand from my peers goes even farther.”

“What if I said no to your proposal when you demanded I marry you?”

“I would have fucked you into submission.”

I balk. “So romantic.”

“I’m not a romantic guy, giovane cucciolo. And the fact of the matter is, you’re stuck with me. This is now your life. I am the rest of your life as you are mine. You need to let that sink in.”

“That was kind of romantic in a brusque way, but you also make it sound as if this is a contract joining us.”

He snorts a burst of air then grabs for the shampoo. He massages it into my hair and then guides me under the water to rinse it out.

“Can I wash you?”

He hesitates a moment, observing me, to the point I think he will say no, but he doesn’t. He lifts his arms as if to say go ahead. I grab a bottle of body wash and hold it up for him. He nods and waits as I lather my hands. I place them on his chest and watch him as I move them over his skin. His chest flexes. I can’t ignore the desire to lay my lips against the firm muscle. I pull back and continue washing him, working my way down his torso to his groin. His erection is thick and so virile that it’s close to laying against his stomach. I reach for it, wrap my fingers around it, and give him a stroke, all while never taking my eyes off his. My hand ripples over his rigid head with an upstroke, and as I sweep back down, I hear the rumble in his chest. His mouth parts, and he sucks in a sharp breath between his clenched teeth. I take it as a good thing and repeat the movement. When I get to the base of his cock, I feel more confident and slide my hand down and cup his balls. He adjusts his stance, opening his legs, giving me more room to move. I fondle him and move my hand down further to his inner thigh. I bend at the knees and squat in front of him. The whole time we’ve not broken the steely lock of our heavy gazes. With two hands, I wash his legs, lathering the soap over every part of his skin. When I pull him towards me by the globes of his ass so that I can rinse him off, I lean forward and wait for the water to rush by clean, and then wrap my lips around his girth. I swallow as much as I can of him on my own and it’s only when his hand slices through my hair, gripping the strands at the base of my head, that I can take more of him in from his remorseless guidance. My hallowed lips pop when he pulls me off. He grabs the underside of my chin and pulls me up to stand in front of him. The crook of his index finger holds steady under my chin. His gaze flicks over mine. He’s silent and contemplative. I part my lips to ask what his thoughts are or if there is something wrong, but before I can, he leans down and kisses me. Then he slaps me on my behind and orders me to get out and get dressed and make sure I dry my hair. I’m completely confused about the whiplash at the moment, and before I know it, he is leaving the bathroom and walking into his closet. He comes out, buttoning a fresh black dress shirt and pants as I stand there dripping in one of his towels. I glance at the clock next to the bed, thinking I’ll see that it is after midnight but it’s not even ten p.m. I feel like this day is never ending. But it’s been a good day. More than that; a great day. And if Demetri keeps to his promise, I will end this day with him and without my virginity.

ChapterTwenty-Three

HAVEN

After searchingfor my clothes and finding a second walk-in closet in Demetri’s room, I dress in a pair of white skinny jeans and a Swiss dot sheer black shirt that has a plunging neckline. I contemplate not wearing the black tank underneath that I usually pair with it for more coverage, but in the end my insecurities win, and I slide the tank top over my head in defeat. Though sans the underwear—because I don’t want panty lines—and the black lace bra I put on does make me feel sexy. I give my curls a quick fluff and grab one of my lip glosses that have been set neatly on top of the dresser. Whoever Demetri ordered to bring what little stuff I had at the rental over here did an amazing job at organizing it. I prepare for anything and slip a pair of silver heels on instead of the sandals I was going for because I don’t know where he is taking me. Before giving myself a once over in the mirror, I call Paisley because it feels like I haven’t talked to her in forever, but she doesn’t answer, so I make my way through Demetri’s expansive home in search of my fiancé.

I make my way towards the kitchen which is where I hear him and Luca talking.

“I’m not sure the decision made is going to be an asset for the organization,” I hear Luca voice his opinion.

“It is what it is,” Demetri answers with a dry tone.

“You sure you want to do this?”

“I was given orders.”

“There will be major blowback. You know that, right? You’ll have a target on your back.”

“I already have many.”

“This is different. You know it. I got your back, though.”

“As I will always have yours,” I hear Demetri reaffirm.

“At least the incentive is gorgeous.”

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