Chapter 2 #2
I cleared my throat. “Maybe I am.”
“Maybe I won’t let you.”
His words slid down my spine, warm and dangerous. I focused on my plate. Mashed potatoes, beef, vegetables. Innocent food pairings much like my soul before he’d shown up. Then, his thigh brushed mine under the table.
I stiffened. “Move,” I whispered, meaning it. I couldn’t handle him being so close, and it was inappropriate with his parents sitting nearby. What was his problem?
“No.”
I exhaled sharply. “Dmitri…”
His hand slipped under the tablecloth. My breath caught when his fingertips grazed my knee first. A test. A gentle stroke that nearly bent me in half. Then he slid higher, warm and deliberate. His fingers traveled under my dress, and I bit back a moan that was hell bent on betraying me.
“Stop,” I hissed under my breath.
“Tell me like you mean it, baby girl.”
My fingers tightened around my napkin. “Your mother is right there. Show some decency.”
“She’s not the one I’m touching. She’s not who I want.”
My pulse exploded. The pulse drumming against my clit intensified, and I swore every part of me except my mind was on his side. I wasn’t giving in to Dmitri. Nope. No way.
Dmitri kept his gaze forward, pretending to listen to whatever his father was droning on about. No one looking at us would know anything was happening. But I felt every brush of his fingers, every inch he dared to climb.
I swallowed hard, trying to pretend I wasn’t breathing like I’d run a marathon.
But then his fingers brushed my mound and my hips flexed in the direction of his hand, almost begging him to continue.
He caressed the silk panties I wore, and I knew he could feel how damp they were when he moaned deeply.
Cori leaned across the table. “So, Natasha,” he asked casually, “how’s work?”
I shot him a murderous look. He ignored it. I can’t breathe, and he wants me to talk about my shitty job.
Dmitri patted my pussy and then stroked the top of it, reminding me of someone soothing a cat by brushing its head.
“It’s fine,” I said tightly, voice an octave higher than normal.
Dmitri’s fingers slid one inch lower.
Cori raised a brow. “You okay? You look warm.”
I could see the concern on his face, but this was not the time! I wanted to stab him.
Dmitri smirked—just barely—but I saw it. I felt it. The bastard was enjoying every second of this but didn’t dare stop his vicious game.
I shifted in my seat, trying to discreetly move his hand off me, but he just followed the motion, palm now warm against the inside of my thigh.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured.
“No, I’m not.”
His thumb stroked slow, lazy circles. “Natasha.”
I bit down on my lip so hard I nearly drew blood.
Regina suddenly spoke. “So, dear, any new men in your life?”
My heart stopped.
Dmitri’s hand tightened possessively on my thigh under the table.
Cori looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. His father’s brows lifted. One cousin choked on his wine. Did they know Dmitri’s intention?
I set my fork down carefully, deliberately. “I’m not seeing anyone right now.”
Dmitri’s grip tightened more. Dimitri's griped tightened, a slow claim to his wordless warning.
Regina smiled. “Good. It would be complicated otherwise.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Complicated how?”
Dmitri answered before she could. “Because you’re spoken for.”
The world went still. Regina smirked. His father leaned back, satisfied. Cori’s gaze darted between us like a man watching a bomb count down. Then Dmitri palmed my pussy, cupping it as if it was his to drink from.
“You don’t get to say that,” I whispered, trembling.
“I already said it,” he murmured, breath brushing my cheek. “And I meant it.”
His hand slid even higher, clearly indecent now.
My breath hitched.
“Dmitri…” I warned.
His tone dropped to a sinful whisper that curled around every nerve ending I had.
“You can pretend you don’t want me in public, Natasha. But your body?” His fingers pressed softly into the tender skin of my inner thigh. “It remembers. It knows. Keep fighting me as long as you want, but the truth is there. You’re mine, baby girl.”
My eyes snapped to his, heat, panic, and want all tangled inside me. The worst part? He was freakin’ right. I did want him, but this wasn’t the way.
I scooted back from the table immediately, and he pulled his hand away just in time.
I stood and bid everybody good night. Quickly, I left the room, exited the house and made it to my car before Dmitri caught up to me.
I entered my car and pulled off as he got to the bottom of the steps.
There was no need to turn and look at him, because I knew what I was going to see.
My pulse hammered in alarm. I was fired up, aroused so much that my panties couldn’t hide it.
Physically, I was ready to be every filthy thing that Dmitri desired.
Mentally, I knew that he destroyed everything that he touched, and I refused to be another mess that he made and left for others to clean up.
No, if he was serious about getting to me, then he needed to man up and do it the right way.
I’d date him, give him a chance like any other decent man.
However, I wasn’t going to be easy on him just because he was a spoiled rich kid who thought that he could have whatever he wanted.
He wasn’t a caveman, and I wasn’t helpless. Dmitri had just set himself back though. His little game at the table hadn’t won him any points with my heart. I hope he understood that sex wasn’t the way to win me over. Knowing that alone was probably enough to keep him away from me.
Natasha Everly wasn’t anybody’s fucktoy. Not even to the beautiful Dmitri Volkov.