Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Callista
The ride back to campus is quiet. I see the blood on Dmitry’s knuckles as he grips the steering wheel hard. It has dried. It’s not his blood. It’s my Dad’s. He broke a tooth, and then we left. He grabbed my hand, said he couldn’t stand seeing me get insulted, and dragged me back to the car.
I didn’t protest. I was too shocked to do anything. But I let him start the engine. I let his rough hands put on my seatbelt and I let him whisk me away from the home I detest, from the family I hate.
A soft patter presses against the windshield, gradually intensifying into a full-fledged downpour.
Dmitry’s jaw is clenched, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.
The tension in the car is thick, almost tangible.
The windshield wipers hum, their mechanical whir intensifying the silent tension between us.
I can feel my skin crackling from proximity with Dmitry.
He’s suppressing so much. I can tell from the tight jaw, the veins protruding at his temples, and his refusal to look at me.
“Why are you so angry?” I finally ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “I should be the one who’s angry. You fought with my dad, and now I can’t face my family. They might cut me off completely.”
Despite the prospect that my dad might call tomorrow and disown be for ‘dating’ someone like Dmitry, I’m not afraid. With him by my side, I feel stupidly strong, like I can handle anything the world throws at me. He’s like my anchor.
His gaze doesn’t waver from the road, but his jaw tightens further. “I’m angry because of the way they treat you. You don’t deserve that. Every single family member treated you like crap today. It was fucking painful to watch.”
A pang shoots through my chest. His voice is harsh, filled with emotions.
He’s angry on my behalf. He hates seeing me put down.
Nobody has ever felt that way before. Nobody has believed that I deserved better.
“I’ve been putting up with it for years.
I’m used to it. It wasn’t going to be for much longer anyway. ”
He glances at me, his eyes dark with an emotion I can’t quite name. “No one should have to put up with that crap. They don’t see how hard you work, how exceptional you are. They don’t deserve you.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. The intensity in his voice, the protectiveness—it’s more than I’ve ever had from anyone. “Dmitry…”
“If they cut you off,” he says, his voice firm and unyielding, “I’ll take care of you. You won’t be alone. You work for me now. I take care of my people. My family.”
The word family sends a shiver down my spine. My pussy trembles at the word. A heavy weight settles in my stomach. I know that in the bratva, the soldiers who work for the organization are seen as a part of the family. Is it the same for me? Or did Dmitry mean something more?
The rain is pouring down now, the wipers working overtime to clear the view.
The world outside is a blur of gray and green, the road slick with water.
Suddenly, Dmitry pulls off the highway and into the parking lot of a small, rundown motel.
The neon sign flickers intermittently, casting an eerie glow over the wet pavement.
“What are you doing?” I ask, turning to look at him.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he unbuckles his seatbelt and then mine, his movements deliberate and precise. Before I can react, he leans over and kisses me, his mouth hungry and demanding. His hands cup my face, holding me in place as his tongue delves deep, exploring every corner of my mouth.
I gasp, my body responding instantly to his touch. His hands move down to my breasts, groping them roughly, his thumbs circling my hardening nipples. A moan escapes me as he slides one hand under my dress, his fingers finding the lace of my panties and stroking my clit through the thin fabric.
“Dmitry…” I whisper, breathless.
“On my lap, babygirl,” he commands, his voice low and rough. “I need to feel you.”
He lifts me effortlessly, pulling me onto his thighs. I feel his strong, masculine muscles, and they offer my ass support. His fingers slip under my panties, finding my slick folds. He groans, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
I can only nod, my body aching with need. He thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me. His other hand moves to my breasts, plucking at my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, his hips grinding against me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “You love this, don’t you? Being fingered in the car, in the pouring rain.”
I whimper, my body shaking with the intensity of his touch. His fingers move faster, deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. His thumb circles my clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.
He curls his finger at my G-spot, flooding me with rapture.
I arch my back, pushing my chest out, pressing my aching breasts to his mouth, hoping he’ll suck on them.
He does. He latches on one breasts, closing his lips around a hard peak.
When he sucks, pleasure jolts through my system.
My lungs contract when the tip of his tongue paints circles around my needy bud, making it furl.
My brain melts from the combination of the forceful suction at my sensitive breasts and the insistent pressure of his calloused fingers stroking inside my channel.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes. He draws out sensations I have never felt before.
My neither region are on fire, burning like an open bonfire, feeding his lust, his dominance.
My cunt feels raw and tender when his fingers deliberately brush over my velvet inner walls, stimulating my nerves.
My nervous system lights up, screaming with joy every time the friction of his fingers registers in my pussy.
He fucks me hard and deep, penetrating harder with each thrust.
“Come for me, babygirl,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers. I want to hear you scream my name.”
It’s him biting down on my overstimulated nipple that pushes me over the edge. My body convulses, my pussy clamping down on his fingers as I come, my scream filling the car. He doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I’m shaking and breathless.
He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, tasting me. His eyes meet mine, dark and intense. “You taste so fucking good.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. His fingers dip back into my pussy, feeling the wet, throbbing hole he has created with his demanding touch.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he says, his voice husky. His gaze is focused on me. Honest. Needy. I see myself reflected in his eyes—equally needy and desperate. “I need to breed you, Callista. I need to come inside you.”
Breed me? He wants to come inside my unprotected pussy? I’m not on birth control, yet the idea appeals to me so much. I want to feel him in my raw pussy, just like I did before. Except, this time, he’d be claiming me explicitly, trying to plant a baby inside me.
It’s reckless. It’s taboo. It’d be a disaster if I got pregnant when I have only a few months left to graduate. But all of those reasons only make me want it more.
I want him to claim me, to assert the most primal form of dominance over my body, and make me carry his child.
His words send a shiver down my spine, my pussy contracting at the idea. After the spectacle with my family, the thought of his warm cum inside me, of carrying his child, feels like a lifeline. A promise of a happy, loving future, even if it might not be with him.
“I want to be your good little breeder,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain. “I want to keep your cum safe in my womb.”
His eyes widen, a dark hunger flashing across his face.
Before I can react, his strong arms are under me.
He picks me up, carrying me through the pouring rain to the motel.
The rain soaks us both, but neither of us cares.
He kicks open the door to the motel office, demanding a room.
The clerk, startled, hands over a key without a word.
Dmitry carries me to the room, throwing me onto the bed. His hands are assertive, tearing away my clothes, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. I’m breathless, my body aching with need, ready for whatever he has planned.
His gaze meets mine, dark and hungry. “I’m going to fuck you, Callista. I’m going to breed you. And you’re going to take every drop of my cum.”
I nod, my heart pounding with anticipation. I want this. I need this. I need him to fill me, to claim me, to make me his in every way possible.
“This is serious,” he climbs on top of me, caging my body between his knees.
His shirt is soaked and the water drips onto my naked body, drop by drop.
Each cold whisper of water makes me shiver.
My pussy clenches every time another drop lands on me, until my channel is slippery enough to welcome his cock. “If we do this, it changes everything.”
“I know,” I reply.
“We’re not fake lovers anymore.” He kisses my forehead.
When he peels his mouth off my skin, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
In the light of the night lamp, I spy the massive bulge of his cock.
It makes my mouth go dry. “If I breed you, you’re mine forever.
Understand that, Callista?” His hand squeezes my jaw.
His pupils dilate. “Once Daddy’s baby is growing inside you, there’s no running away.
I’ll hunt you down and make you give birth.
I’ll stroke your swollen belly and kiss your growing womb every day, so you never forget who bred you. ”