Chapter 6
Dmitri
She didn’t move. Not a twitch. Not a breath I didn’t notice. She lay there naked—soft, trembling, perfect—and something inside my chest snapped so hard I swore I felt it echo in the room.
Seven years of restraint. Seven years of silence. Seven years of picturing this exact moment. And now she was here. Real. Warm.
Mine.
My vision tunneled. A low, animalistic hum vibrated in my throat as I dragged my stare over her body—slow, greedy, claiming every inch like I was carving ownership into her skin with my eyes alone.
She didn’t understand what she’d awakened.
She didn’t understand that the man she remembered died in prison.
What survived was something much more dangerous.
I crawled up her body with deliberate slowness, caging her in with my weight, my shadows, my hunger. The air thickened. Her breath hitched—barely, but enough. Enough to feed the beast pacing inside me.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said again, voice low enough to vibrate between our bodies. Not a compliment. A verdict.
Her pulse kicked. I felt it. God, she was terrified and drawn to me at the same time.
The perfect combination. I lowered my face to hers, close enough that her breath whispered against my lips. I didn’t kiss her again yet. I wanted the anticipation. I wanted her trembling, wanting, confused.
“You have no idea,” I whispered, “how long I’ve waited to touch you without bars and guards and threats in the way.” Because every time I’d pictured something close to this in my mind, I was either dreaming or pretending that someone else was her.
Her lips parted. And that tiny little reaction destroyed the last piece of moral restraint I’d pretended to have. I pressed my hand to her thigh—too firm, not gentle, not questioning. Claiming. Accepting. Taking.
She gasped as her thighs shifted open. Her body made the decision before her mind caught up. Good. Her body knew who it belonged to, and I was about to show the rest of her what it was late to discover.
“You think I came back the same man?” I murmured as my thumb stroked dangerously close to where she was warm and trembling. “I didn’t. Prison didn’t break me. It sharpened me. It made me ruthless. Efficient. Obsessive. All over you, princess.”
I leaned in, nosing down her throat, inhaling her scent like an addict getting his first hit after too long. My lips brushed her pulse. Felt it thunder. I swiped the spot with my tongue and then pressed a kiss to seal the deal.
“I fought every day not to lose my humanity.” My teeth grazed her skin. “And then I realized something—I didn’t need it. Not for you. Not for what I want.”
Her fingers curled into the sheets, even as she tried to get closer to me. She didn’t know if she should pull away or pull me closer. I’d decide for her. I took her wrists, then pinned them above her head with a single hand. She inhaled sharply.
“Shh,” I murmured darkly. “If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be breathing.”
Her eyes widened.
“Relax,” I purred. “This is me holding back. Cause if I didn’t, you’d be shackled to the bed, unable to move, while I took what we both want.”
Her legs tightened around me instinctively.
A mistake. Because the second her thighs squeezed my waist, something darker surged up inside me—territorial, feral, violent with want.
I growled—an actual, guttural sound—pressing my body fully into hers, letting her feel the heat, weight, and threat of exactly what was about to happen.
“You don’t touch another man after this,” I said against her mouth, voice shaking with barely restrained possessiveness. “You don’t even look at one. If someone else breathes too close to you, I’ll remove their lungs.”
She shivered and arched her hips toward me. I smiled—slowly, wickedly, hungrily.
“There she is,” I murmured. “My good girl.”
Her breath hitched hard. I kissed her then—no hesitation, no gentleness.
It was not a regular kiss. It was a claim.
A warning. A promise written in teeth and tongue and years of starvation.
And I used the kiss to make her melt beneath me.
Yearn for me so deeply that there was no question about what we were about to do.
She was going to submit to me and accept me as hers.
In return, I was going to accept her submission and make it flourish into something we both felt.
She moaned—broken, confused, wanting.
I drank it.
My mouth dragged down her neck, biting harder this time—enough that she gasped, enough that she’d feel the ache tomorrow. I wanted her to feel me when she awakened. I wanted her to feel me in her bones. Her soul. Her entire fucking being.
I released her hands, only to grab her hips and drag her down against me with a roughness that made her cry out. Not in pain. In need. She was so needy that her pussy dripped onto my groin. I hissed, unable to deny how much that shit turned me on.
Her eyes fluttered.
“Look at me.”
She obeyed instantly.
I hovered at her entrance, the heat between us unbearable. My breath roughened. Darkness threaded through every word as I whispered:
“After tonight, you’ll never be free of me.”
Her lips parted in a soft, stunned exhale. And then I took her —
When she gasped, I had a moment of realization before I was buried inside her. She was tight, but it was too late to pull out and make this right. No condom…
I growled because I’d never... ever… felt a woman like this before.
I always made sure that I was safe. Always made sure that there were no consequences for my actions.
I moved to withdraw, but her greedy cunt pulled me back inside.
Sweat gathered at my temples as I tried to fight the overwhelming need that threatened to take over.
Cum inside her.
No... I moved to withdraw, but again I was pulled back to that place inside her where heaven was created. I gave into the sensations, throwing caution to the wind. Needing to feel her like this.
“Dmitri…” she moaned.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t clear the mania that seemed to be breaking me down.
Own her. Fuck her. Mark her…
No, I wasn’t some fictional wolf, but the thoughts swirling inside my head became a motivational chant. One so loud that it canceled reason.
I gripped her waist, holding her in place while I stroked her deliberately. Long strokes. Hard. Deep. Punishing.
“Dmitri…” she whined.
“Shh... take this for me.” I coached her. “Stay right here and take all of me.”
Her head dropped backward, pushing into the mattress, exposing her neck to me.
“Mhm... just like that. Keep wetting me up, show me how your beautiful ass can take me. Show me you want it, princess.”
Natasha moved her arms from above her head and gripped my waist, drawing me closer. Then she raised to capture my mouth as she gave in to me.
“Yes, yes... yes…” she muttered against my lips. “Please don’t stop, don’t…”
I shut her up by biting her bottom lip. Then I lifted her to ride me, bracing her body on my thighs. She began shaking, but wasn’t riding me, so I smacked her ass hard and she bucked.
“Again.” I growled.
When she didn’t move the way that I wanted to, I smacked the other cheek, and she bucked.
“Just like that,” I warned.
Natasha rode me hard, each rise required her to bounce back to accept me in one shot.
It was perfect for both of us. I knew because she was shaking harder after every drop.
Her eyes pleaded for mercy, and I spanked both cheeks at the same time.
It knocked the control out of her and made her come, squirting over me.
Loving it, I lifted her and pulled her onto the way I wanted to be rode, knowing she was coming again.
I fucked her through three... four… more orgasms, and when she was so tight that she milked me with a vice grip, I came deep inside her.
Natasha’s eyes opened wide, and that’s when realization dawned on her.
“You didn’t use a condom!” she screamed.
Exhausted, I chuckled lazily. Trying to catch my breath, I nodded. “You’re right. I didn’t. I couldn’t. Did you feel that? That was us. No way I’m dimming that light. Never will.”
“What if…”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Pregnant or not, you’re mine, and any child that comes from that is mine too.”
Natasha squinted at me. “What am I going to do with you, Dmitri?”
“Gimme five and I’ll show you.” I winked.