Rage

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Katherine

I stretched and squirmed, snuggling more into him. Ivan wasn’t cuddly, and most of the time I wasn’t in the mood for him, either, so we never had these kinds of mornings. I could feel his muscles pressing into my back. That was new. Did he start working out?

His cock twitched against my ass when I teased him with a wiggle. A wave of arousal floated through me, and I smiled. Maybe we could have a quickie. It had been some time since we fucked, given how much Ivan had annoyed me in the last few months.

He wasn’t the best lover, but maybe I could use him as a dildo well enough for me to finish this time.

The sun caressed my face, and as I took a deep breath, I felt the sandalwood notes of his cologne and his masculine scent.

Wait a moment…

This wasn’t Ivan.

And I wasn’t home.

The memories of the last night crashed on top of me like a cold shower. My heart leaped to my throat, choking me, as I realized who the man I was currently glued to, the man who was hugging and pressing me close to him, actually was.

Dimitry.

No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. I should find a way to get the hell out of here. I slowly moved my hand.

Did he release me?

I remembered the handcuffs and the frustration I had felt as I couldn’t break them last night. I cried myself to sleep while still dragging at them. It had hurt so fucking much, but now … I looked at my hands. Some bruises were still visible, but the pain was gone.

Why did he do this? What, he prefers to be the one breaking his toys? Is this his way to remind me he’s the one in control?

I furrowed my brows as I noticed my wedding ring missing.

Did he send it to my husband?

That wasn’t important, anyway. All that mattered was for me to find a way to escape. Dimitry moved in his sleep, hugging me tighter. I cursed the surge of desire that zinged through my core.

When his cock throbbed, my pussy fluttered with interest and once again I had to mentally remind myself that this psycho was my husband’s enemy and that he’d kidnapped me.

Hot or not, I should stay away from him. Not only because I was fucking married, but also because he could decide to get rid of me anytime.

I could feel his warm breath against my neck, causing a quiver of pleasure to ripple through me.

Fuck! Stop it, Katherine!

I didn’t care about my body’s opinion. I knew what I had to do.

Listening to his regular breaths, I looked around, trying to find anything I could use as a weapon. He was physically stronger, so it would be stupid to try a one-on-one fight against him. But maybe I could balance that. My eyes fell on the lamp on the bedside table.

Perfect!

My back was pressed to his chest, and I didn’t dare to glance at him, but I hoped his sleep was deep enough for him to not notice my movements. I slowly and silently squirmed away, leaning toward the lamp.

“Don’t even think about it.”

I froze with my hand in mid-air. All my muscles tensed, and for a moment, I stopped even breathing. Dimitry didn’t sound angry, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to decide to send me back to my husband in multiple boxes.

Especially since I didn’t actually trust Ivan to save me.

Maybe Papa learned about this, too…

I knew that using my father’s name might help me at least a little, but I didn’t want to drag him into this. Dimitry hated Ivan, but he had nothing against Romanov bratva. He wasn’t known for stupidly attacking or provoking other mafia bosses, but still, I didn’t want to make him focus on my dad and my people.

I was on my own. Like always.

I swallowed hard and put my hand down. Dimitry sighed and moved his palm over my flat stomach, toward my breasts.

The loyal wife in me whispered that I should push him away, that I should put up a fight at least, but the shudder of pleasure that coursed through me as he cupped my tits and massaged them silenced my mind.

“It’s so early in the morning, and you, little crazy kitten, are already trying to do stupid things,” he murmured in my ear and chuckled. “What the fuck should I do with you?”

“Release me?”

He laughed. I let out a soft moan as he pinched my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I put my hand over his, and I wanted to believe I was trying to push him away, but the truth was I didn’t. Why the hell was it so hard to even think when he was touching me like that?

“Where is my wedding ring?” I asked. “Did you send it to my husband as a threat?”

I hoped talking about Ivan was going to wake up the loyal wife within me enough for me to at least try to shove him away. It didn’t happen.

It seemed to have an effect on him, though.

Dimitry didn’t say a word, but I could feel his muscles tensing. His movement turned rougher, and as he stroked my breasts, the hotness blazing within me intensified. My face burnt with a mix of guilt and shame as I pressed myself more into him and moaned.

“The ring is somewhere on the floor. I don’t need to send it to Chernov to make my point clear.”

His voice was cold as ice. Great, so I’d somehow pissed him off. I knew he already disliked Ivan, so that wasn’t unexpected, but I couldn’t understand his sudden change. Was his disdain so intense that he hated even hearing my husband’s name?

And fuck, it was so hard to focus on anything else but the way he was kneading my breasts.

“But maybe I should send him a video of you,” he added, and his timbre changed, taking again that raspy, seductive note. “I bet he would love seeing you begging like a whore for my cock. Asking me to fuck you.”

My nipples hardened at his filthy words. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the delicious sensations he was sending through me as he stroked my body. I had no idea how the fuck he was making me react so strongly to him, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“That’s not going to happen,” I mewled.

“Are you sure?”

Dimitry moved one hand along my body, toward my legs, while he continued to use his other one to play with my tits. My breath grew labored as he advanced along my thigh, and despite any rational thought, I found myself spreading my legs for him.

What the hell am I doing? I shouldn’t … I’m Ivan’s wife, and …

A foggy pleasure flooded my head as he moved his fingers along my pussy lips, making my brain blip out. Even through the fabric of my panties the sensation was surreal.

My heart beat faster, and all my cells hummed in arousal. I tried once again to think about my husband, but as Dimitry teased my clit, his existence vanished from my mind.

“Maybe I should send Chernov your soaked panties, showing him how wet his wife is for me.”

I moaned as he tugged at the fabric, ripping it. I wanted to protest, to deny the obvious truth, but the fresh wave of ecstasy that washed over me as he rubbed my nub rendered me silent. Dimitry tugged at the upper part of my dress, releasing my breasts.

The temperature in the room was perfect, but the air felt cold as it caressed my heated body. The contact of skin on skin drove me wild as he played with me, each touch leaving me craving the next one.

I’m married. He’s a fucking psycho. I shouldn’t feel so good.

And yet I couldn’t deny how wonderful it was. My breath came out in short, little pants. Electric currents coursed through me as he tormented my breasts with one hand while using his other one on my nub.

“You’re so responsive and wet. Let me guess, Chernov isn’t satisfying you,” he murmured in my ear.

Fuck, he was right, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. Ivan wasn’t bad, but … mediocre at best. He could barely find my clit, let alone any other pleasure point, and always focused more on himself than on me.

Even when I guided him step by step, he always finished so fucking fast that I barely had time to feel anything.

“He does!” I lied through my teeth. “And he’s better than you. With him, I would have already come.”

Dimitry laughed and pinched my nipples in turns, drawing a cry of pleasure from me. I thrashed and pushed myself into his hand, tingles of ecstasy jumping through me.

“You’re such a bad liar,” he said with a chuckle. “Poor little kitten, you should be so unsatisfied with him.”

My eyes opened wide and I let out a loud moan as he slipped his fingers inside my channel. While thrusting them, he used his thumb on my clit. I writhed against his frame, spreading my legs as much as I could for him.

What the fuck am I doing? I should push him away… but fuck, this feels so good… but Ivan…

The storm of thoughts cut off as he kissed my neck. The roughness of his beard covered me in goosebumps. I lifted my hand and tangled my fingers into his hair, but instead of pushing him away, I pressed him into me. I knew I shouldn’t, but still, I did it.

My entire body flushed with heat. Fuck, he was so good, and the asshole knew what he was doing. He changed the rhythm and the angle based on my mewls, and when he curled his fingers and massaged my G-spot, stars played in front of my eyes.

“Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck!” I panted.

The mix of sensations overwhelmed me. The way he kneaded my tits, the rough thrusts inside my pussy, the teasing of my clit, the hotness of his lips on my skin. Everything pushed me toward the peak.

I shuddered with every new wave of pleasure and pushed myself into him as much as I could. His lips curled into a smile, and fuck, I didn’t need to look at him to guess how much he enjoyed it.

That didn’t mean he won, though. He was a good dildo, I had to give that to him, but that didn’t mean I was going to beg for him. No matter how good it felt, I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

Or let him use it against Ivan.

Idiot or not, that man was still my husband, and I was supposed to be loyal to him.

“Fuck!” I whimpered, clenching around his fingers as I felt myself gnawing at the edge.

I was so close, so fucking close. I tightened my hold on his hair, shivering with each new tide of wildfire that traveled along my body.

“Do you want to say something, Katherine?”

I whined in frustration as he slowed down his movements. I bucked, trying to tease my clit against his hand, but he took his touch away entirely.

“Dimitry!”

“Yes, kitten?”

He continued to play with my breasts and fluttered his fingers over my pussy, but that wasn’t enough. My body tensed, every cell of me humming in discomfort. I had been so close! I fucking needed to come.

I released his hair and tried to touch myself, but he caught my hand and pressed it against my stomach. Dimitry laughed as I let out another mewl of protest.

“Fuck you!”

I thrashed, trying to hump his arm, leg, blanket, fucking anything. With the little touches he granted me, he kept me right on the edge. My breath grew labored, the need within me intensifying with every passing second.

Fucking asshole!

“Please!” I whined.

I cursed myself as that word left my mouth. His satisfied groan sent shivers down my spine. My vision blurred as he thrust his fingers again inside my pussy and used his thumb on my clit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned.

Pleasure, frustration, guilt, and shame mingled within me. Fucking jerk. I shouldn’t have murmured that word, but I fucking needed him to let me come. I didn’t remember the last time when I’d felt so good. Damn, I didn’t think I ever felt like that with Ivan.

But that didn’t mean Dimitry won.

And I knew how to take my power back.

As I spiraled toward my orgasm, my inner brat saw the opportunity and decided to take it. I knew it was stupid and that I shouldn’t provoke him like that, but fuck it, the proud bitch within me needed to make things even.

“Ivan! Fuck! Ivan! Yes! Yes! Ivan, yes!” I screamed as my climax shuttered my entire being.

His annoyed growl should have probably frightened me, but at that point, I was probably as crazy as him because it only aroused me even more. I spasmed against him as I rode out the waves of my release, my entire being buzzing alive.

Dimitry grabbed my hair and pulled hard, angling my head enough for me to see him. Yeah, he was pissed off, and that brought me some form of satisfaction.

I had no idea how this man was making me feel so many crazy things, but fuck it, he could have killed me right then and there and I would be delighted to know I’d provoked him so much.

“You did it on purpose, you little slut.”

My pussy clenched instinctively around his fingers. Ivan had tried to call me names in bed, but it didn’t arouse me. But now, hearing those words from Dimitry turned me on like hell.

What the fuck is wrong with me? How does he have such an effect on me?

My heart thumped wildly as he tightened his hold on my hair while he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I could smell my desire and pleasure as he brought them to my face.

“It wasn’t that pathetic piece of shit you married who made you feel like this, kitten. I did.”

I moaned as he pressed his digits against my lips. I parted them without even thinking. My pulse quickened and heat colored my cheeks as I sucked on them. I could taste myself on his skin, and that made me feel like a whore. To my complete shock, I loved it.

I looked into his eyes while swirling my tongue around his fingers, and for a fucking damn second, everything around ceased to exist.

I no longer had an idea what I felt or what I was doing. Just that it felt good. It was as if I was surrendering into a state of blissful submission, and for a moment, I stopped worrying, fighting, or thinking.

I just enjoyed it.

The tension left my body as I sucked on his fingers. My pussy ached as I fantasized about how it would feel to be his cock instead in my mouth. If he knew to use it half as good as he used his hands, it would probably be the best fuck of my life.

No … Ivan … I’m married … Fuck! C’mon, Katherine, have some self-respect!

I released his fingers and looked away. He allowed me to. Dimitry brushed his lips against my neck, and I closed my eyes, scolding myself for showing any sign of weakness to him. A spasm of pleasure danced through me as he dragged his tongue along my throat and chin.

“You’re mine, crazy kitten. And one way or another, I’m going to tame you. And after that…”

After that what? Give me back to my husband if he grovels? Kill me?

He didn’t finish the sentence, and I wasn’t sure I actually wanted him to do it, either. He released me and got off of the bed without another word.