Chapter Eighteen #2
“Dimitri,” I moan, trying to roll my own hips around but Dimitri is setting the pace. He always sets the pace. He knows what I want and I’m expected to follow. I want to follow. For him. For us.
He grips my ankles roughly as he plunges into me. The dark look in his eyes is savage. He was shaken up from Alek’s appearance in our home, that much is clear. I know Dimitri needs this more than I do.
Getting claimed by him surrounded by the flowers I’ve grown and love is too much to handle. It’s both rough and sweet. Hateful and romantic.
“Oh,” I gasp out. All I can do is lay there on the ground and let him have his way with me.
Dimitri’s jaw clenches with concentration. Each thrust of his cock into me is deliberate. Precise. He’s making sure I know I’m his. How could I ever forget?
The sound of our bodies slapping together floats over the air. It’s intoxicating. Electric. I might die if I don’t get enough of this. Enough of him. It’s never enough.
“Sofiya,” he pants. “Tell me you’re mine. I want to hear it from your lips.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe out.
“Touch your breasts for me. Pull your dress down. I want to see them.”
With shaky fingers, I push my straps down and expose my bare breasts to him. This is the kind of dress you don’t wear a bra for. Dimitri’s eyes darken when he takes in my breasts and he rams his length into me harder.
I run my hands over my breasts, touching and squeezing and kneading. My nipples are too sensitive to touch.
Dimitri’s thrusts become so powerful, they hurt a little. I wince from the pain while I also moan from the pleasure.
I let my hands splay out on either side of me. I’m like a wood nymph, getting claimed by the Greek god that is Dimitri in the woods surrounded by flowers. My bare breasts on display while my body is used and abused by him.
But unlike the wood nymphs from mythology, I want this. I crave this more than anything else in the world.
Dimitri lets out a low growl before he grabs my legs and slips out of me, rolling me onto my stomach, right before he enters me again.
We both moan loudly into the night. My chest presses into the dirt.
It doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, the sensation of the cool dirt against my bare breasts makes me feel more alive.
Dimitri is savage as he takes me from behind. His length is relentless, merciless. My poor body can’t take much more.
“Your little cunt is so tight around my cock.” He grinds his hips against mine. My moan flies through the air. “It’s the perfect pussy. Made for me. Claimed by me. Only me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “But I need you. I need to see you.”
“You want to look into my eyes as I fuck you, baby? Is that it?”
“Yes.”
He lifts me up so I’m sitting on his lap, my back to his chest. I turn my head to the side and lock my eyes with his.
Dimitri cups my breasts as I grind my hips down onto his cock. His groan comes out pained, choked even, like he can barely stand the pleasure either.
“You need this?” he pants.
“I do. I really do.”
“Then ride me, baby. Grind that sweet pussy down onto my cock. Let yourself go.”
I do as he says. My eyes stay glued to his as I move my hips backwards and forwards. Every motion makes his erection press against every part of my inner walls. It’s too much to bear. It’s always too much and yet never enough. I’ll never get tired of Dimitri claiming me. Never.
His hands move down to my waist to help me increase my pace. My dress is covered in dirt and I don’t even care. I feel like a wild animal. Dimitri has wrapped his entire being around my heart and body and mind. I would let him do anything to me at this point.
We sound like animals in heat as we fuck. Our voices carry through the night. I just hope my parents already left because I don’t want anyone else to hear us. This is just for me and Dimitri. No shame. Pure wild abandonment.
“Scream my name,” he says into my ear. “Scream it. Now.” He pulls my hips down hard so his cock thrusts right up into me and I’m powerless to stop it.
“Dimitri!” my voice echoes through the air.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I know you need it. Fuck. I need it.”
My moan is loud as an orgasm rips its way through me. Dimitri thrusts into me once more before his own release hits him. He moans into my ear, holding me close to his body.
We stay like that, catching our breath, for a long moment.
“Do you feel better?” I ask.
“I do. I’ll deal with Alek tomorrow. But for tonight, I want you all to myself. We should take a shower. Clean you up. You’re covered in dirt.”
And yet, I can’t seem to find that I care one bit.
After a shower, I change into a pair of white sweat pants and a crop top. Simple loungewear that’s comfy. I need that after the night I had.
Despite how casual my clothes are, Dimitri still looks me over like I’m good enough to eat.
“My body is spent,” I say pointedly.
“Do you really think that could stop me?” he asks, placing his hands on my hips.
Before I can answer him, a loud crash sound comes from downstairs. Dimitri pulls back with a frown.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Stay here.” He grabs his gun from his nightstand. In nothing but sweatpants himself, he has no protection from an enemy – if that’s what’s going on.
“Dimitri,” I call out before he can leave the room. “Be careful.”
His eyes soften, which is something I rarely get to see from him. “I will.”
Something in my gut is screaming for him not to go out there but I don’t say a word because I know Dimitri has to see what’s happening.
I just hope that it won’t ruin us forever.
Dimitri
I tread lightly downstairs, keeping my gun drawn, ready for anything. Alek arriving at the house earlier got under my skin in a way I don’t like.
My senses are focused.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and wait… but nothing happens. What was that crash sound?
I sneak closer to the foyer and that’s when I see it: the large front window has been smashed in, leaving glass all along the floor. My head whips around but before I can get far, something hard smacks the back of my head and I collapse to the ground.
Blackness overtakes my vision.
Sofiya
I wait for Dimitri to return to our room, telling me that everything is all right.
But he doesn’t return.
I wait and wait and wait but nothing happens… until I hear footsteps outside the door. My eyes flick to the bookshelf where Katya’s hidden room is. The perfect place to hide. Because something in my gut is telling me that it’s not Dimitri on the other side of the door.
I run to the bookshelf and manage to get it open, exposing Katya’s door when the master bedroom door bursts open and that man from Greece, Alekos, appears in the doorway. He steps out of the way to reveal… Alek. The man Dimitri did not want at the party.
Are they working together?
I know Alekos was not happy with Dimitri and wanted more money. I have no clue the power that Alek himself wields. I only know he’s a Bratva member who seems to frighten Dimitri and that’s something terrifying.
Alek’s eyes flick to Katya’s door and back to me. “Where you trying to hide?”
I don’t dare go into Katya’s room now. The last thing I want to do is expose her and get her into trouble. Because there’s a darkness to Alek’s eyes that tells me he wants to cause some trouble.
Before I can move, Alek nods at Alekos and the Greek man rushes at me, grabbing me in one quick motion. He throws me over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I scream. Maybe Katya will be able to hear but I doubt it. The soundproofing is too strong.
“Taking you away from your husband,” Alek says.
“Why?”
“Because I want to hurt Dimitri for being a pain in my ass and this is the way to do it.” He turns to Alekos. “Get her into the car.”
Alekos carries me downstairs and we bypass Dimitri, on the floor, not moving. Is he dead or just unconscious? The fact that I don’t know makes me scream harder. Makes me beat my hands onto Alekos’s back but it’s all pointless. He’s too strong for me.
After we leave the house, he throws me into the backseat of a van and then gets into the driver’s seat. A minute passes and Alek gets into the van as well, beside me. It’s just the two of them.
“Drive,” Alek commands before turning his eyes onto me. “Hello, Sofiya. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“What do you want?” I try to make my voice sound brave but it wavers and shame fills me right up.
“What do I want? I want to hurt Dimitri, as I told you. You’re the perfect piece of the puzzle.”
“What are you going to do to me? Sell me off?” My eyes flick to Alekos in the driver seat. “Because that’s what he does. He sells people.”
“Oh, I know. But I’m not going to sell you. I want to keep you for myself. I have a proposition to offer you, Sofiya. But let’s wait until we get to where we’re going. Until then, just sit tight.”
I shiver. Alek is being cryptic which cannot be a good thing. What exactly does he want from me?
He pulls out a blindfold from his pocket and wraps it around my eyes. “You can never be too careful.”
I sit in darkness until the van eventually stops moving. Alek and Alekos don’t talk to each other, so I have no indication of what’s happening.
All I know is that I’m grabbed from the van and thrown over Alekos’s shoulder again. I can tell because I already have the feeling of his body imprinted in my mind.
After a few minutes of walking, he sets me down onto something soft. A couch or chair perhaps. The blindfold is taken off.
I’m inside an elegant living room. White couch. Black and grey decorations. Very minimalist.
Alek is seated across from me in a chair with his fingers steepled under his chin. I stare back because what else is there for me to do? The couch I’m on is pristine and soft. Easy to sink into if I wasn’t scared out of my mind.
I know for a fact that this isn’t Dimitri’s doing this time. Not when I saw him lying there on the ground. Even he wouldn’t do that to me, not now. Not after everything we’ve been through.
“Is he dead?” I ask.
“Who?”
“Dimitri,” I snap.
“Oh, so you do care about your husband? Because I was hearing conflicting reports that you wanted nothing to do with him. That he treated you terribly.”
I don’t say a word. Let Alek reveal his goal to me.
“Is it true?” he asks.
“I’m not going to tell you anything.”
“Well, if it is true, then I have a proposition for you. One that you may like. Leave Dimitri. Be free of him. Become your own woman again.”
All the air leaves my body. I don’t even know what to make of his offer. For a moment, it sounds… nice. To be fully in control of myself again. To not be lost to Dimitri’s darkness and power.
And yet…
“What’s the catch?” I ask.
He lifts an eyebrow. He really is handsome and it’s annoying. “Mmm?”
“What’s the catch? There’s always a catch. I doubt you stole me from my husband just to offer me my freedom. So what’s the catch?”
“The catch is that you can become my wife instead. I’ll always offer you freedom.
You can go wherever you like. I won’t even touch you if you don’t want me to.
I just want to steal from Dimitri the most precious thing he holds dear.
That’s sweet revenge for me, for all the times he’s tried to kill me. ”
“You want me to be your wife?”
“Yes. And in exchange, I’ll offer you your freedom.”