Chapter 19 #2
Dimitri slowly parts my lips and presses the pad of his finger against me, applying just enough pressure to my clit through the material of my thong to drive me up the wall.
I lean closer to him, hoping that to any outsider watching they would just think we’re having a private conversation at the table. “You can’t do this here,” I whisper to him.
“You know I hate when people tell me what I can and can’t do. It just makes me want to do it even harder,” he says, emphasizing the last word as he presses his fingers firmly against my clit.
My fingernails find his forearm under the linen tablecloth, and I dig into his skin, but it does little to deter his ministrations. In fact, I think it just encourages him.
I feel helpless, unable to stop this…or maybe more like unwilling to stop this. I mean, there is a way to end all of this. I could stand up and shout at him or push him away, but that would draw the attention of everyone in the room, embarrassing not only Dimitri and myself but also Pavel.
Besides, what would our fathers say if they found out we were fooling around? I can’t even think about my father’s disappointment and humiliation. He would probably keep me locked in my room until the day of the wedding. I would definitely have to say bye-bye to the apartment idea.
And so, when I feel Dimitri push my thong to the side, I let him. I don’t protest. I don’t speak a word out loud. I simply allow it.
When his finger touches my bare clit, I almost leap out of my chair, and it takes everything in me to stay still. Oh god, it feels so damn good. Why does it feel so good?
I haven’t fooled around with anyone since my high school boyfriend, but we were both inexperienced, and Corbin was never good at anything. I was always left wanting more and unsatisfied, unfortunately. He definitely never gave me the big O.
My fingernails dig further into Dimitri’s forearm, and I don’t even care if I break skin at this point. It’s his own fault.
I cover up a groan with a cough and reach for my wine glass, draining the rest of it.
“What’s wrong, privighetoare mic??” he asks, using the same nickname he used to call me when we were teenagers. I never understood what it meant, but I’m sure it’s something rude or foul coming from him.
“N-n-nothing,” I stutter before clamping my mouth shut. I hate that I’m nervous around him, and I hate that my stammer is a telltale sign of that.
Dimitri suddenly plunges two fingers into my wet channel, taking me off-guard as I gasp.
And when he’s met with resistance, he growls lowly in his throat.
A shudder wracks my body as I dare to glance in his direction.
His brows are furrowed in confusion. “You’re a virgin.
Why did you lie to me?” he whispers, his voice heady and laced with frustration.
I think back to all those years ago in high school when I told him I had sex with Corbin. I still don’t know why I lied. I guess I was just tired of hearing about his sexual escapades from the girls in the locker room. I wanted him to be jealous for once.
“Would it have stopped you?” I question, breathlessly.
His thumb circles my clit, causing me to bite back a moan. “No,” he confesses. “It makes me want to ruin you that much more. You’re in trouble now, privighetoarea mea mic?.”
When he speaks to me in his native tongue, it sends an electric shock right to my clit. I wish I knew what he was saying.
Dimitri’s fingers continue to shallowly stroke my inner walls as his thumb applies more pressure, circling my throbbing clit until he’s driving me mad with desire.
I feel like I’m going to go crazy sitting here being pleasured under the table by my future brother-in-law while my family sits all around us and not being able to show any signs of distress on my face.
My hands grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, as I drop my head, my long hair hiding my face.
It takes everything in me not to cry out as the orgasm suddenly crashes through my body.
I bite into my cheek so hard I taste blood, but it manages to do the trick. I don’t make a single peep.
Lightly gasping, I slowly begin to relax as the pleasure finally ebbs. I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. And by the time the stars clear from behind my eyelids, I realize that Dimitri has withdrawn his hand.
The servers bring out our main course a few moments later while I’m still trying to recover.
“Sit up straight, Savina,” I can hear my stepmother scolding me.
Her words are slurred, of course. Not a surprise since she’s been drinking since sunrise, just like every other day.
Special occasions such as this just give her even more reason to drink herself into a stupor.
Slowly, I manage to pull in a ragged breath and sit up, sweeping the hair from my face, which I’m sure is as red as one of the beets resting on the plate before me.
“Are you not feeling well, Savina?” Cosette asks from the head of the table, and then it seems like all conversation stops around the table and everyone’s eyes are on me. “Did you drink too much wine?”
Oh, that’s rich coming from her. I clear my throat and take a sip of my water, trying to get my shit together. “I…I’m fine,” I tell her, not meeting her eyes, as I wash my own blood down my throat.
“What about you, Dimitri? How is your meal?” Cosette asks him.
I watch in rapt attention as he draws his fingers, the same ones that were inside of me a moment ago, to his mouth and licks them. “Absolutely delicious,” he tells my stepmother.
Mortification has my neck and cheeks turning red hot. If I wasn’t a different shade earlier, I certainly am now.
“I…I don’t feel so well after all,” I say loudly, probably louder than I need to, and stand up from the table, my chair knocking over in the process.
Dimitri stands quickly and gathers my chair, setting it upright. And then, he grabs me by my elbow and stares into my eyes. Blue on green. “Are you all right?” he asks with a knowing smirk.
“Aww, isn’t that sweet?” Cosette coos. “Dimitri is taking care of his future sister-in-law. The sister he never had.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing she would just stop drinking and stop making me the unwanted center of attention. Pulling out of Dimitri’s grip, I flee to the powder room down the hall, not being able to fully breathe until I’m closed inside.
I’m only given a few seconds of reprieve before the door opens and Dimitri steps inside. I glare at him. “What if I had been going to the bathroom?” I hiss angrily.
He simply shrugs and saunters in, his towering frame eating up the space of the small room. He steps up behind me, and the height difference I see in the mirror makes me shiver.
“You can’t do anything like that again,” I tell him, but my demand comes out sounding small and weak.
“Like what?” he teases. “Make you come on my hand in front of your entire family, sis?” He stresses the nickname at the end, playing off of what my stepmother had said before I left.
He presses up against me, and I can feel his erection digging into my back.
“All right. That’s fair,” Dimitri agrees before adding, “Next time I make you come it will be in private.”
All of the air seems to evaporate in the room, and I suddenly find it hard to breathe. “W-w-wait. That’s not what I meant.”
He nuzzles his nose in my hair until his lips are at the shell of my ear. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, privighetoare mic?, I want more. So much more.”
“This can’t. You can’t. We can’t.” I’m incapable of even making a full sentence right now. It’s like he has me under some kind of mythical Romanian spell that I simply can’t break.
“The more you tell me no, the more it makes me want to destroy you,” he confesses before stepping away.
“You bullied me for years when I was a teenager. I’m not letting you bully me into adulthood,” I tell him, standing my ground.
“Oh, this isn’t bullying, Savina. This is about claiming what’s rightfully mine,” he says with finality in his tone.
I shake my head as I force myself to meet his icy blue gaze. “Things have drastically changed, Dimitri. I’m engaged to your brother now.”
“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck,” he says, enunciating every single word.
“Until you say ‘I do’, you’re still mine.
” He takes a step back. “The next time I make you come, and trust me, there will be a next time, I want to hear what you were holding back. I want to hear you cry out my fucking name.” And then he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me a shaking, trembling mess.
Why did what he said sound like a threat? And why do I think he’ll actually make it happen? But, more importantly, why do I secretly want him to?