Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Alisa
“I’m sure there’s a lot Dmitri can teach me,” Luna said, arching her back as she leaned forward.
I swallowed, waiting for Dmitri to repeat the line that’d gotten under my skin and wormed its way into my brain at inopportune moments.
Despite everything, I couldn’t deny the way he looked. His broad shoulders and observant eyes unlocked something deep in my core.
Instead of responding to Luna’s innuendo, Dmitri turned his attention to me. His eyes darkened as if he was remembering the same sentence that’d driven me crazy.
I crossed my legs to ease the ache beginning to tunnel deep inside me. I desperately wished I could take the risk of being unfocused and take more than a sip of that drink.
Anything to diminish the pulse aching in my core.
Unfortunately, both men’s eyes were now locked onto my tightly crossed legs.
Jayden’s pupils expanded as his gaze drifted from my legs up to his favorite spot. As the moments passed and his eyes stayed latched onto my chest, I held in the frustration seeping through my skin.
“I’m curious,” Jayden said, eyes still glued to my chest like he was having a staring contest with my breasts. “About this competition to become the heir of the Vassiliev Bratva.”
“What about it?” Dmitri’s tone was sharp, and Jayden finally dragged his gaze away.
“I’ve heard your Pakhan ranks you based on performance.”
“Sounds fun,” Luna chimed in.
Fun was the last word I’d use to describe a competition where we lived or died at the whims of the Pakhan.
“Care to elaborate?” Jayden said, his voice casual, but I could decipher the intelligence behind his eyes.
Alarm bells niggled at my consciousness. It’d been too easy to categorize him as just a lecherous asshole. But if the Bratva had chosen him as a distributor, there had to be more to him.
When Dmitri hit him with a dismissive look, Luna finally spoke up.
“It’s getting late,” Luna said, stretching her arms in a way that emphasized her chest. When she leaned forward and arched her back, I somehow found the self control not to roll my eyes.
Her eyes locked onto Dmitri’s and a sultry smile spread across her lips.
Something sour swelled in my throat, and I told myself it was just disappointment.
When she’d entered the room, I’d had very different expectations for her.
The irritation I felt had nothing to do with her making a move on him.
Luna leaned even farther forward–honestly, I was surprised she didn’t topple face first into his lap–before resting her hand on Dmitri’s armrest.
Her whisper was loud enough for me to hear, “Maybe you can teach me some Russian tonight?”
Dmitri looked at her cooly. “Nyet.”
He stood up and maneuvered around her overly arched body without so much as a brushed shoulder.
Crinkles marred her perfectly manicured brows when Dmitri stepped towards the door without even a backwards glance.
“That means no,” I said, and it came out sharper than I intended.
A smirk graced Dmitri’s lips. I ignored it and followed after him. There was no way in hell I was going to be in Jayden’s lecherous presence longer than I had to.
When Dmitri and I were alone in the hallway, Dmitri’s amusement faded and a serious expression crossed his face.
“Don’t leave your room tonight,” he said, leaning his broad body against the black wallpaper.
“Why?” I slowed my steps, and stared up at him.
He crossed his powerful arms over each other, and my body was reminded of the way he’d wrapped them around my body on the sparring mat.
When Dmitri nodded pointedly at the room where we’d left Jayden, a shiver ran up my spine. I wasn’t the only one who felt like something was off with Jayden.
“I’ll be right next door if you need anything,” he said.
For some reason, a giggle bubbled out of my chest. It was just so ridiculous. The man who’d ignored my tearful pleas and murdered my brother was now telling me that he’d take care of me if I needed him.
And the most damning part was that despite all that history, deep down I ached for him to do exactly that.
A smile crossed his lips. “You look cute when you laugh.”
My mouth dropped open at the compliment. Dmitri opened the door to his bedroom, and the light from the hallway chased away the darkness.
Dmitri’s voice deepened, and his gaze turned absolutely wicked as it skimmed my legs. “And when I said anything, Alisa. I do mean anything.”
Even though a fluttery feeling pulsed through my insides, I entered my room. Then slammed the door shut without dignifying that with a response.
The sound of his soft chuckle seeped through the doorframe.
I clicked the lock on the doorknob and settled into the stiff striped chair wedged against the wall. As I flicked open a page of the ledger and began to dive back into it, I heard the rustle of clothing hitting the floor behind me.
I realized with mounting horror, I could hear everything behind those adjoining walls.
I grit my teeth at the sound of Dmitri’s deep groan.
When his belt clattered against a wood surface, I accidentally dropped my ledger on the ground.
With unsteady hands, I picked it back up and tried to find my place again. But when the creak of the bed echoed behind me, the numbers faded away and all I could picture was Dmitri slowly settling back into his bed.
Metal thunked against the wall, and now I was visualizing the thick ropes of his arm muscles tensing as he settled them behind his head. And his pillow pressing against his broad bare shoulders.
Fuck.
I needed to cool down. His words about helping me with anything I needed echoed in my head. Stupid brain.
I shifted in the chair as I conjured up the image of Dmitri stabbing my brother. But my body didn’t seem to get the memo. When I heard a whispered curse behind me, I bit down hard on my lip.
My eyes settled on my suitcase, and I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that I hadn’t brought my trusty vibe. Unlike every man I’d had sex with, it actually managed to get me off.
With walls this thin, Dmitri would have been able to hear all the mewls of pleasure brought on by my pink savior.
But would that really be so awful?
Yes, yes, it would. I glared down at my aching lower body as if I could talk sense into it. When that didn’t work, I angrily ripped off my clothes and headed for the shower.
Thankfully, I found an adjustable showerhead inside the bathroom. I just needed to take the edge off, and then I could have a rational brain again.
But when my shower started to steam up, I heard something that had me clenching the showerhead hard enough to leave an imprint on my palm.
Like I was right there in the bathroom with him, I could hear the clink of Dmitri’s shower door sliding open, followed by the spray of water.
As my showerhead pulsed against my needy clit, all I could visualize was the cool droplets of water cascading down his large muscles…
Traveling further and further, towards the curve of his toned hips.
Heat spread across my skin, and I tried to latch onto any other fantasy. It landed on the one where a man tied ropes around my wrists, and slowly fondled my vulnerable body.
But when a deep groan echoed through the wall, the faceless man from my fantasy was replaced with Dmitri’s darkened eyes glaring down at me. My mouth popped open, and I started panting. In my imagination, Dmitri’s hand wrapped around my throat, and he began thrusting into my pliant body.
As fantasy Dmitri drove into me, my actual legs spread wide open. When he hit that sweet spot inside me that no one had ever found, my real cries drowned out the filthy words I imagined he was whispering into my ear. My body trembled beneath the stream of water.
When I heard dark laughter in the adjoining room, my body shattered at the seams. I rocketed off the edge of the cliff, too sensitive to care that he could hear every single sound.
The moment I came back from that soul snatching orgasm, I leaned my head against the hard wall, and tried to catch my breath.
How was I going to survive this weekend?