Rage

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Katherine

I felt so numb as I stepped out of the bathroom. Not once in my life have I felt so helpless and lonely. It was clear to me that Dimitry was going to keep me here until he solved things with Ivan, and since my husband was a complete moron, that could take a while.

Papa had already offered Dimitry money. Did he still have enough for his treatment? Was he at least focusing on his health? I wished he wouldn’t have known about me being taken by Dimitry. Now I was sure he was worried and scared, and that would only make things worse.

I was used to being alone and taking care of things on my own. But fuck if I couldn’t use a hug and someone telling me everything was going to be alright.

Like Dimitry did.

I was sure he was manipulating me and playing his own game. But it’d felt so good, though. I glanced at him as I approached the bed. He was laying on his back, watching me, and in a strange way, his mere presence there, so calm and so in control, was comforting.

Crawling toward him, I swallowed hard. I shouldn’t do this. Not only that my husband would probably die in shame to know I was acting like this for another man, but I knew Dimitry was going to use any sign of weakness against me.

But I needed it.

I needed it so much.

I just craved a moment of weakness, in which I didn’t have to fight. Or at least to not fight alone. I was just tired.

Biting my lower lip, I dared to drop myself next to him. I knew it was a mistake, but I didn’t care. The moment he hugged my body made me melt into him, and despite knowing better, I placed my head on his chest.

The warmth of his body enveloped and lulled me. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeats, and for a moment, my brain shut down. I wasn’t sure why he had this effect on me, but it was comforting.

Dimitry caressed my back and a wave of blissful calmness washed over me. As I focused on his touches, I let my mind drift away. Ivan wasn’t going to help my father, and because of his mistakes, I couldn’t either. He was too immature, too self-centered, too impulsive and stupid.

Maybe…

I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this. I shouldn’t trust Dimitry enough to ask for his help. But if he didn’t… I glanced at the wedding ring on my bedside table. I didn’t remember placing it there, but probably Dimitry did.

Guilt swirled through my body. A loyal wife shouldn’t even be thinking about this. But what other choice did I have? And yet, what scared and hurt me the most was that I wasn’t so sure I wanted to do it just because I needed his help.

No, I’m doing it for Papochka. Only for him.

“Dimitry,” I whispered. “Can you help him? Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything you want.”

He stayed silent for a few moments, making my pulse quicken.

“I can. I already promised you that he’ll be fine.”

My brain barely could keep up as he started to tell me what he had already done. I couldn’t understand why he’d put all those things in motion so fast, but I assume he saw the opportunity and took it.

It didn’t matter, anyway. Whatever plan he had, knowing that my dad was going to be alright made all my worries vanish. It was all I wanted and needed.

My heart clenched as I realized that his actions were more than my husband had ever done for me. And that he had also done them even before I asked.

He even gave Papa his money back.

Maybe it was his plan to make my father owe him or something like that, but that wasn’t important to me. My dad was going to be fine.

I was honest as I whispered, “Thank you.”

The little smile he gave me made all my cells vibrate. He trailed his fingers along my spine, and that tiny gesture had been enough to set me alive. I was making a mistake, I knew it. I was betraying Ivan. And yet, I didn’t care.

Before thinking twice, I straddled Dimitry’s body. A wave of wetness flooded my pussy as I felt his cock twitching. Oh, he was hard, and I couldn’t keep myself from dry-humping him. Fuck, I wanted him.

Maybe it was the unexpected relief of knowing that he was going to help my father and how grateful I was. Maybe it was that illicit desire that had burned within me since I’d met Dimitry. Maybe it was the way he had made me feel every time he’d touched me.

I didn’t know.

I didn’t care.

I wanted him.

Dimitry moved his palms to my hips, and my inner slut shivered in response to his touch. Screw Ivan, I could lie to him if needed. If I was going to spend some time with Dimitry, I could very well make the best of it.

“Katherine, what are you…”

I opened my mouth wanting to tell him the truth. That I craved him. But that would give him even more power over me than he already has.

“I’m thanking you.”

It was partially true, after all. I leaned in to kiss him, but my breath hitched as he grabbed my neck and stopped me. What was he doing?

“I don’t want you to thank me like a whore would.”

The coldness in his voice felt like a slap. Wasn’t this what he wanted? To have me offering myself to him?

Dimitry held my gaze as he muttered, “But maybe I should be the monster you think I am and use you like the cheating slut you are.”

My heart stopped as he pulled me closer for a kiss. He roughly parted my lips with his tongue and shoved it inside my mouth. I moaned and squirmed as he used his other arm to force me to melt against him.

Every cell of me buzzed back to life. His dominance, his anger, and the way he took control scared and aroused me at the same time. Or maybe the emotions blended too much for me to correctly distinguish between them.

I yelped as he suddenly toppled me. A pang of pain zinged to my clit, making it throb as he bit on my lower lip. I whimpered and writhed, grinding against him as he channeled his attention from my mouth to my neck.

His lips against my skin felt like molten lava, forcing out a stream of connected moans as he kissed me there.

“Maybe I should fuck you, brand you as mine, and then sent you back to your husband. With my cum still inside you.”

My pussy clenched at the filthiness of his words. God, why was this so arousing? I roamed my palms along his back as he nibbled at my neck. Fuck, my entire being hummed when he trailed his mouth along my shoulders, licking and kissing me.

“And once you’re together with that idiot you call your husband, once you’re in his bed, I’ll come and take you right then and there. Right next to him. Until you scream my name.”

I whimpered and dug my nails into his back as he bit my neck hard. Pain and pleasure mixed within me, hotness flushing my body. More slickness pooled between my thighs, and my heart beat faster as he glanced at me.

I could see the annoyance in his eyes, but I still couldn’t understand what had irritated him so much. I didn’t have too much time to think about it, though. His demanding kiss swallowed my moans and made my brain mushy. I instinctively deepened it and wrapped my hands around his neck.

Fuck, he was a good kisser. Our tongues entwined, and my entire being pulsed as we made out, the taste of him overwhelming my senses. My toes curled as he moved his hands all over my body, stroking and groping. I was breathless when he finally broke the kiss.

“If you want to give your body to me as a price for my help, like a cheap cheating slut, then so be it. I wanted to fuck you since I saw you, so I should take what I want after all.”

I yelped as he roughly turned me around. He yanked my body, placing me on my hands and knees. The mattress dipped as he shifted behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him pushing his pants and boxers down.

My pussy fluttered in anticipation as he released his cock. He was exactly as huge as I remembered, and a shiver of pleasure floated through me as I imagined him stuffing me.

Dimitry guided his length at my entrance, the sensation of his tip pressing against it sending pulsing spirals of fire through my core. A loud cry of pain and pleasure left my mouth as he slammed inside without warning.

I jostled forward, but his grip on my hips kept me in place. My inner walls quivered, stretched more than they had ever been, but he didn’t bother giving me a moment to adjust to his size. Dimitry immediately started to thrust in a frantic rhythm that turned the warmth within me into a blazing inferno.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, each stroke sending rippling waves of ecstasy through me. “Fuck! Yes!”

I still had no idea what had pushed his buttons like this, but I liked it. I mirrored his movements, fucking him back as much as he fucked me. I could feel his anger in every mind-shattering thrust. I could tell he was focusing only on his pleasure, chasing his own orgasm, and yet, this was the best sex of my life.

I wasn’t sure if it was his experience, his dominance, or what else, but he was feeding the fire within me with each stroke. The lewd wet sounds of his thighs slapping my ass, making my flesh ripple, echoed in the bedroom.

“You give me your body for my help,” he grunted. “If I wanted only this, I could have taken it from the first day.”

The air left my lungs as he pressed on my back, making me collapse. Dimitry leaned on top of me, trapping and squeezing me under the weight of his body while he relentlessly jackhammered into my pussy.

My mind tried to process his words, but God, when he changed the angle and repeatedly massaged my G-spot at every impale, my brain blipped out. My moans mingled with his grunts as he ravished me like a beast in heat, so rough that I thought he wanted to brand himself on my inner walls.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck! Oh, God!” I panted.

“If I wanted you as my whore and nothing more, you would have already been,” he growled in my ear.

I fisted the bedsheets, my vision blurring as he slammed his hips against mine so fiercely that I believed he might fuck me through the bed. The pleasure within me became so intense that I was sure he had just pushed me to my body’s limit for rapture.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

My release crashed on top of me with the force of a billion orgasms, making my entire being shudder. I cried out as I rode out the shockwaves, spasming and trembling under his delicious assault.

Dimitry continued to fuck me through my orgasm, using me as if I was a rag doll. His growl covered me in goosebumps as he came inside my pussy. Ecstasy coursed through me while he coated my insides white, filling me up with his hotness.

I moaned as I felt him shifting on top of me. Dimitry leaned toward the bedside and grabbed my wedding ring. His breath was as labored as mine, and while he moved, my face burnt realizing I wanted nothing more than to have him holding me in his arms.

Why am I feeling this? Why do I crave him in such an intimate way?

I clenched and gasped when I felt him shoving the jewel inside my pussy.

“Congrats, Katherine. Your cheating cunt paid for my help regarding your father.”

Those words hit me like a punch in the stomach. What the hell was wrong with him? I turned around to face him, but he was already getting out of bed. I missed the warmth of his body the second he moved away.

“Dimitry,” I started, but all I heard was the slam of the door as he left the bedroom.

What the fuck!?