19. Dimitri
19
DIMITRI
I t takes every ounce of my willpower not to kiss her.
It takes all of my strength to keep myself from slipping my hand into her golden locks and pulling her head toward mine.
And it’s no easy feat when she’s looking at me the way she is.
Like she needs me.
“How long will you keep me here?” she asks.
Her words are like a bucket of ice water thrown against a dream.
“You know as well as I do that it’s not safe for you out there,” I say. “And I’m not going to let you go just because your mind happened to erase every memory of me.”
“You took me away from my family. My life.”
“It was some life,” I huff, clenching my fists by my sides.
I don’t like it when she talks about leaving.
I need her to stay. I need her.
“You’re right,” she says. “It wasn’t much of a life, but it was still mine. For the first time ever, I had a chance at freedom. But you stole that from me.”
I take a step closer, holding her by her hips and pressing her soft curves against my hard edges.
“I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane,” I say. “On our fourth date, I took you to my home. I laid you down on my bed, stripped the clothes off your supple body, and thrust my cock deep inside you. When we were done, you curled up in my arms and confessed that you found ultimate freedom every time I had you pinned beneath my body.”
Her eyes dilate as she watches me.
Her lips are parted.
Desire is written all over her face. Her body still knows that I can take her to outer space if she wants. I can send her to the stars and make her see the Promised Land.
She blinks a couple of times.
“It doesn’t matter now,” she says. “I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t remember any of those things.”
I snake my hand down her waist and cup her ass in my palms. She hisses in pain when I squeeze her luscious flesh.
“What are you doing?”she breathes.
“You said that you didn’t remember being fucked,” I say. “But I know you remember being spanked. You remember how wet you got when I had you bent over my lap. You remember how much you loved submitting to me.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you,” she snaps. “You have me here as your prisoner. The only way you can have me now is to take me against my will.”
I lean down until my mouth is pressed against her ear.
“Funny you say that,” I say. “Because you really liked that too. You liked knowing that you couldn’t escape my hold. You liked that I was so much stronger than you.”
Her lips curl in disgust. “You’re a real gentleman.”
“I never claimed to be one,” I say. “You knew from the start who I was. You knew I was a degenerate. A criminal. But that never stopped you from running into my arms.”
She shakes her head. “You seriously don’t get it, do you? That girl is gone. What exists right now is me . The person who’s standing in front of you. And I’m telling you that I want nothing to do with you.”
I grab her ass harder and thrust my hips against her sweet little mound. “If you truly felt that way, you wouldn’t be teasing me. I noticed what you did earlier this morning. You wanted me to watch you undress. You wanted me to pant over your tight little pussy.”
A blush hits her cheeks. She wiggles against my hold but only ends up rubbing against my cock.
“Fuck, I’ve had you so many times, but I never stop wanting you,” I say. “If anything, I need you now more than ever.”
And I know by that look in her eyes that she’s wet.
It’s different from the way it used to be. I never wanted things to change between us, but things always change. The only thing that hasn’t changed is that she’s the only woman in my heart. She’s the only one who matters.
And until she feels safe with me again, I’m not going to use her body for relief.
I escort her to the guesthouse.
She walks in and glances behind her shoulder at me.
I don’t step inside.
I shut the door and lock it after me.