Rage

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Katherine

I adjusted the red lingerie set, making sure it highlighted all my assets. Earlier, after he’d taken a bath, Dimitry had left me in his room. He hadn’t locked me up but pointed out that his men were around.

After I’d showered, I found an array of clothes, jewelry, and cosmetics in the room, presumably brought in by his men.

As I applied my makeup, I looked into the mirror. Dimitry might be in control, but that didn’t mean I was helpless. Even if I’d felt that way a few times. But not anymore. After all, I was Katherine Chernov.

Katherine Romanova.

My dad had taken good care of me, but he’d always been busy with the bratva. After my wedding, I’d tried not to burden him with my troubles. And Ivan … maybe he was a good choice as a husband for his heritage, but I couldn’t trust him enough to rely on him for support or protection.

I’d always been on my own, and I knew I could only rely on myself.

That’s what I’m going to do now, too.

A shiver rushed through me as I applied lipstick. I could still feel Dimitry’s touch on my skin, the taste of his fingers and my own pussy juices on my tongue. I still couldn’t understand why I reacted to him this way.

Was it the lack of sex between Ivan and me?

Was my body confusing fear with arousal?

Was it simply because he was painfully attractive and experienced?

All of that? None of that?

I could still feel his hands on my body, and it turned me on like crazy. Even now, the mere thought of him made my pulse quicken and my body ached with need.

It was wrong. I was married, and I shouldn’t want him, but he made me feel things I’d never felt before.

Yet I could use this to my advantage.

He was a man, after all, visibly attracted to me. Why shouldn’t I lean into that, using all my wiles to make him do exactly what I wanted? If he thought with his other head, it would be easier to escape.

I glanced at my wedding ring, and a pang of guilt twisted in my stomach. I didn’t love Ivan, but I had been faithful to him. Before Dimitry, no other man but my husband had touched me.

I’m doing this because I have to. I need to save myself, to escape.

At least, that’s what I told myself as I dropped my wedding ring in one of the drawers. There were a few more objects in it, but a hidden photo caught my attention.

It was of a couple, maybe in their fifties. The man looked like an older version of Dimitry, and the woman had the same striking hazel eyes.

Are these his parents?

Footsteps in the hallway jolted me from my thoughts. I quickly put the photo back and closed the drawer.

Dimitry stepped inside and slammed the door closed behind him. He froze and narrowed his eyes when he found me only in my lingerie. I’d planned on seducing him, but now, watching him, I could tell something was off.

He was irritated by something.

His jaw was clenched, and his shoulders were rigid and squared. His nostrils flared slightly, and yet, despite all of that, I could see lust in his eyes as his gaze traveled along my body. I had no idea what had frustrated him so much, but I knew my plan could still work.

I swayed my hips toward him, making sure he had a perfect view of my breasts. He watched me like a predator watches its prey, and that sent butterflies fluttering in my lower belly. Fuck, I had to control myself. I was the one playing the game now, I had to be careful.

“I was waiting for you,” I purred, moving my palms along his torso, toward his shoulders.

He didn’t move. I knew the change had been too sudden for him to believe that I had suddenly fallen in love with him or something like that, but maybe if I was a little honest with him, it would be enough for him to let his guard down.

“I felt good earlier,” I admitted. “And I thought we might do it again.”

I leaned into him, pressing my tits into his chest. The warmth of his body enveloped me as he wrapped his arm around my waist. My clit throbbed and my nipples hardened as I caressed his body.

I rubbed against him like a shameless slut, electricity rushing through me as his cock jerked. That was perfect, he was aroused. Dimitry pressed me into him and brushed my lips with his.

I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away.

“Tell me something, kitten. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

Fuck!

“Of course not.” I avoided his eyes and played with the buttons of his shirt. “It’s just … I felt good. Better than ever. Ivan never made me feel like that.”

That was true. Guilt swirled inside my body, but I ignored it. I didn’t like shaming my husband, but if that was going to make my plan work, it was worth it.

“I’m sure of that. That’s why you moaned his name.”

Fuck, I didn’t expect him to turn that little dig against me.

“That was…”

“Yes?”

I could tell based on the tonality of his voice that he was toying with me and that my frustration amused him. That irritated me even more. I was supposed to be the one in control here. I fixed my gaze on his chest, trying to find my next words.

“Dimitry…”

“Yes, Katherine Romanova?”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My eyes shot to his. I swallowed hard and tried to take a step back, but he tightened his hold on my waist and kept me close to him. My mind was in overdrive, searching for solutions, but I had no idea what I should do or say.

“Please don’t involve my father in this,” I whispered.

My voice came out weaker and more vulnerable than I intended. I clenched his shirt in an attempt to compose myself, but I knew my emotions were visible on my face.

“He involved himself when he offered me money in exchange for you. But that’s not the important point now.”

I gasped as he pushed me against the wall and braced one hand against it while keeping his other one around my body. Trapping me there, he pressed his body into mine, the position making me feel more helpless than any time in my entire life.

And also, more aroused than I had ever been.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Let’s make one thing clear, Katherine. I don’t like to be lied to. And you did it twice. First, you didn’t say you’re Romanov’s daughter.”

“You didn’t ask,” I cut him off.

My heart was pounding wildly. I knew he was irritated, I knew I wasn’t the one in control, and yet, I couldn’t stop myself from provoking him. He snorted and pushed himself more against me. I felt his erection through his pants, and my pussy pulsed in anticipation, making me mentally curse myself.

“First, you didn’t say you’re Romanov’s daughter,” he repeated. “Second, you took me for an idiot and tried to seduce me.”

“I didn’t, I…”

“That’s the third lie, kitten. But don’t worry, I think I know exactly what I can do with your lying mouth.”

I yelped as he grabbed my hands and pushed me to the floor, making me kneel in front of him. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears as Dimitry unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Heat surged through me. I stared at his crotch as hypnotized as he released his cock.

Oh, fuck!

A throbbing need pulsed along my body and my mouth watered as I looked at his shaft. He was huge, so long and thick that my entire being buzzed. Definitely bigger than Ivan. Veins slithered from the base to the tip in irregular patterns, and the swollen mushroom head was dripping pre-cum.

Without even thinking I wrapped my fingers along his length, feeling how heavy and hot he was. I mentally slapped myself for that. He groaned and his cock throbbed against my palm.

“Go on, kitten, suck me off,” he ordered.

His voice was commanding, and a flutter of excitement rushed to my clit. I glanced at Dimitry as I stroked him. He seemed satisfied by my behavior, and for a moment, I remembered once again I wasn’t supposed to want this.

“Do you realize your cock is in my hand right now?” I asked, tightening my grip on him. “Are you sure you want to risk being so close to my teeth?”

He let out a mix between a laugh and a groan and thrust his hips, sliding his cock through the circle of my fingers. I instinctively moved my hand faster, making him moan.

“Yes, I’m sure, little slut. You’re a crazy kitten, not a stupid one.”

A pang of desire darted through me as he sank his fingers into my hair and tugged at it hard enough to arouse me, and yet, not to hurt. My clit swelled with need and I couldn’t stop the whimper of pleasure that left my mouth.

“You just forget sometimes that I’m the one in control, kitten. But don’t worry, I’ll make you understand and remember that.”

He used his grip to push me down toward his cock and it shocked me how eager I actually was to obey. I wrapped my lips around him, moaning as his taste washed into my mouth. Fuck, he was deliciously salty.

I swirled my tongue around him, making Dimitry shudder and groan. More pre-cum filled my mouth, and I purred as I savored it. I pulled back, and to my surprise, he didn’t stop me. My hair was still in his hand, but he allowed me to move freely.

What’s his plan? Is he toying with me? What does he want to prove?

Dimitry was staring at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes, but apart from that, I couldn’t distinguish anything on his face. I channeled my attention on his cock. I should bite him.

But would that really help me escape?

I wanted to believe it was the rational part of me the one that made me lean in and suck on the tip of his cock instead of doing anything to hurt him. That was the only explanation I was going to accept.

A thrill of submission rolled down my back as I started to lick him, from the base to the mushroom head, coating him with saliva. I used my hand on his shaft at the same time with my mouth, and the way he groaned and throbbed sent pulsing pleasure through my entire being.

I had rarely done this for Ivan. Maybe once or twice at the beginning of our relationship. I had no idea why, but the position annoyed me, so when he’d tried to convince me to blow him again, I’d pushed him away.

I expected to feel the same disgust now, too, but it didn’t show up. I couldn’t even understand what I felt. Or why it actually was … good? Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? I couldn’t actually enjoy this.

Even if I did.

I let more saliva drip down his length and used my tongue and hand to spread it along his length. His scent was intoxicating, and my pussy clenched with desire. It was a mix of his masculine musk and a minty scent from his shower products.

“Katya,” he groaned, pushing himself more into my hand.

The pet name he used stirred something deep inside me. Aside from my dad, no one ever called me that. It should have annoyed me, but it didn’t. For whatever reason, I liked hearing Dimitry say it almost as much as I enjoyed him calling me “kitten.”

I shouldn’t, but I did.

His cock throbbed, and I didn’t even think before taking him again in my mouth. Making my tongue flat, I teased the underside, making him spasm. I bobbed my head, welcoming more and more of him every time he slid between my lips.

“You’re such a good cocksucker,” he moaned. “A perfect slutty kitten.”

Those words should have frustrated me, but instead, they made me feel stronger. I purred, and he groaned at the vibrations.

Being on my knees in front of him, with his cock in my mouth, made me feel powerful. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I couldn’t comprehend it, but I liked knowing I was the one making him feel like that. The one bringing him so much pleasure and controlling his ecstasy. I instinctively doubled down on my efforts, sucking him with gusto.

Guilt twisted inside me. I’d never put so much passion or been so sloppy with Ivan. I shouldn’t do this now, I shouldn’t want it, I shouldn’t enjoy it, I shouldn’t…

“Fuck, Katya. You’re amazing.”

Dimitry tightened his hold on my hair, the pang of pain pulling me out of my thoughts. He fisted my long locks into a makeshift leash and used it to move me. I moaned as he started to slam me against his pelvis, burying my face into his pubic hair at every stroke.

“So good,” he grunted.

I braced my palms on his legs in an attempt to balance myself while he face-fucked me. God, I should have been angry, annoyed, humiliated. No one had ever treated me like this. But instead of that, I felt good. Powerful and in control. Knowing I was the one that brought him into such a state of desperate need.

I gagged as he shoved himself down my throat, so deep that I could feel him hitting the back. Tears of effort ruined my make-up, but instead of pushing him away or fighting against his grip, I surrendered myself to him.

My neck strained. My glurgs and slurps seemed to spur him on given that his movements turned even more frantic. The pleasure that washed over my body shocked me. I hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending visible ripples of euphoria through him.

“Fuck, kitten!”

Dimitry treated me as a rag doll, turning my mouth into nothing more than a hole he used for his pleasure. My pussy pulsed with need, my entire being humming with arousal.

With every slide of his shaft between my lips I felt myself succumbing into a mindset of being nothing more than a fucktoy, melting into a state of blissful submission.

It shocked me how good it felt.

My brain shut off and nothing else existed. For a delightful second, I stopped thinking, worrying, fighting. I only felt. Pleasure coursed through me as an electric shock, Dimitry’s roughness pushing buttons inside me that I hadn’t even been aware of before.

The warmth in my stomach jerked and spread through me as I felt him swelling and twitching in my mouth. I could tell he was close, and shame, guilt, and arousal blended inside me as I realized how much I wanted to taste him.

I glanced at him, a shiver of ecstasy rushing directly to my clit as I noticed the possessiveness and lust in his gaze. He hissed and his cock throbbed as he moved me faster.

I let out a whine of protest as he pulled me away from his cock. My face burned with shame while I fought against his hold in an attempt to reach his shaft. I acted like a desperate whore, but I didn’t care.

Dimitry’s grip had been unyielding, though, and he kept me at a few inches from his dick.

“Stay,” he ordered.

My compliance shocked me. I obeyed, remaining on my knees, with my eyes fixed on his swollen cock. He jerked himself off, and my body ached as I realized what he wanted to do. Fuck, no one ever did something like that to me.

The proud brat within me told me to disobey, but my inner submissive slut I had no idea existed was stronger. I opened my mouth and darted my tongue out, moaning in anticipation.

Dimitry’s eyes widened, and the low, raspy growl that ripped his throat turned me on like hell.

A wave of cum rained on top of me, covering my hair and face. The sticky warmth dripped down along my skin as he spurted rope after rope. A few drops landed on my tongue, and I moaned as I tasted his salty sweetness.

When he unloaded the last streams of cum, he took a step back, watching me. I held his gaze, both of us panting. I expected a wave of anger and humiliation to hit me, but that didn’t show up.

Why the hell did I like this? Why does it make me feel so good?

He didn’t say a word, and I couldn’t read anything on his face. A flutter of pleasure shot through me as he caressed my hair, the gesture making me feel like an obedient pet. He trailed his fingers along my face, cleaning me up.

Without thinking, I tilted my head and dragged my tongue along his palm, greedily swallowing more of his cum.

What am I doing? What is this man doing to me?

Dimitry groaned and took another step back. He turned around without a word and left the room, leaving me there, more confused and shocked by my own actions than in my entire life.