Chapter 23
“I trust you, Dima.”
The words leaped from my mouth without hesitation. I did trust Dima, even with all the questions still running through my mind. The biggest one was if any of this was real for him. Was it just about the case, or did Dima ever truly love me?
I was angry and scared, but most of all, I still wanted him, even now. The thought of how much I needed Dima scared me more than anything, but I was done denying it. I wanted this man and everything he came with.
Dima felt like he’d failed me, but the cards were stacked against him from the very beginning. He’d made the best of his situation, and I knew we would come out of this on top.
“I trust you,” I said again, this time grabbing his face and forcing his eyes to meet mine.
His thoughts were probably in a million different places, but I needed him present with me.
We didn’t have long before both of our lives changed forever.
The least we could do was enjoy our last seconds of normalcy together.
There was so much sadness in his eyes. I hated to see him so hurt. If I could take his mind off his father’s betrayal for even a second, I would.
“I love you, Maeve. I promise, I do.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck before I connected my lips with his. Dima leaned into me, gripping me by the waist. His touch was urgent, just like my need for it. I needed to be in his arms the way I was now.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I spoke into his lips, and he kissed me again. Our tongues found the rhythm only they knew. He let his head drop forward to meet mine, and for a moment, all our troubles disappeared. It felt like we could hide here in his apartment forever, just the two of us.
“You don’t deserve this shit.”
Dima pulled back to look me in the eyes. I could see how much he cared, how much he regretted this whole thing, but it was too late for regrets. All we could do was choose what we wanted this to be, and I would always choose him.
“But I’m choosing it anyway. Look at me, Dima. I am choosing you.”
Dima kissed me again, using my waist to turn me around so I could straddle him. His tongue roamed my mouth like he searched for the truth in my words. The heat from our bodies radiated as we tried to get closer.
Dima flipped me over in one swift motion. He laid me down, and I scooted back to get comfortable. I watched as he unbuckled his pants and let them hit the floor. My mouth watered as he released himself from the briefs he wore.
I moved from the couch, dropped to my knees, and took all of him into my mouth. He tasted so good as I slurped from the head of his dick to the base. I licked his balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time. His legs twitched the harder I went.
“Fuck.”
He moaned and let his head fall back. I pulled him further into my mouth, fighting the urge to gag. I was willing to die right here on his dick.
“Damn, Maeve, fuck.”
Dima fucked my mouth until he was shooting his seeds down my throat. I slurped up every bit of it before he picked me up and set me down on top of him. I felt the weight of his dick underneath my bare ass.
I lifted myself onto my feet, fully prepared to ride the shit out of him, but he stopped me.
“Nah, I want to taste the pussy first. Come ride my face.”
Dima took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He wasted no time getting into the bed and pulling me on top of him. I did as I was told and sat on his handsome face. He licked between my folds before latching onto my clit.
The sensation that rippled through my entire body felt so good that my toes curled underneath me. I gripped the headboard, and he assaulted my pussy and ass with his tongue. Dima was truly talented with his lips. If I wasn’t completely gone for him before, I definitely would be after this.
“Diiimma.”
My body quivered as I tried to fight against my first orgasm.
I grinded his face until my body was unable to move anymore.
He held me in place as I trembled all over.
Dima tried to hold me still until I made it all the way through.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he flipped me over and slid into me from behind.
“Can I fuck this pussy as hard as I want to?”
He whispered into my ear like it was a secret only the two of us were supposed to hear.
“Yes, baby.”
Dima fisted my hair as he pounded my pussy from behind. I’d never heard the screams that were coming from my mouth. I’d never felt the kind of pleasure he gave me with each stroke. Dima’s dick inside of me felt too good to describe.