Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
Katya
He lays me on the bed with a gentleness like I’m the most precious Fabergé egg, or a new cell phone just out of the box. His soft kisses and feather light caresses tease as he makes his way over my stomach.
“Oh, watch your shoulder.”
He lifts his head, and grins at me. “Spread your legs as far as they will go.”
I comply, grateful I’ve been working on my hip flexors during the chair yoga I’ve been doing on my time off.
He takes a step back, taking in the sight. “Fuck, Katya. I can see from here how wet you are for me.”
Heat burns through my body at the desire in his voice. He vanishes from my vision and I feel him lick my core, the warm wet action making my back arch. His tongue swirls and licks, everywhere but where I crave. He teases me with quick kisses on my clit, but nothing more. My heart races as the slow torture builds, the anticipation and tension of a promise he made.
“Please,” I say as he brushes past my clit more times than I would care to admit.
He latches on, sucking until my body swells and I can’t control my rapid breaths. My fingers dig through his hair, keeping him in place. The pleasure builds from my core and spreads through my chest to my fingers, and the rush of pleasure consumes my body as I shake and cry out, “Yes!”
He growls, “My name only,” and resumes pleasuring me like his life depends on it, adding two fingers and pumping away at a ruthless speed.
I’m still coming down for my first one when the second orgasm rips through me, and there’s no time to speak. I get another annoyed growl. My chest feels like it’s going to explode. He’s filled with contradictions—brutal and gentle, consuming me with pleasure to the point it’s painful.
“Dimitri, please.”
He slows his assault on my clit but continues with his fingers. “Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I pant. My whole world is him. My body hums alive and I feel like I could die at any minute.
“No.”
His fingers curl upward and hit a spot I’ve never felt before. He works it slowly with one finger. And it feels different, deeper, and so much better. Every part of me craves attention, and I massage my breasts and tweak my nipples to match his rate.
“I will fuck you when you break apart.”
The wetness between my legs spreads, every inch of my center weeps. His second finger starts working the spot and I feel like I can’t breathe. Pinching my nipples as hard as I can take it, it’s an edge I’ve never been to before. He will break me. Ruin me. If he hasn’t already.
“You’re such a good girl taking this. Will you be just as good when you take my cock deep inside you?”
My eyes water. “Yes, please. Anything. Dimitri.”
The pressure builds, but it feels different, more intense. God this could kill me.
He continues to work the spot. “Can you take more?” He inserts a third finger, filling me, stretching my insides to a point of pain. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He’s got pent up desire for me and his manhood to prove. No, this will kill me. Not could. Will.
But the pressure builds to the peak and I can’t hold on. “Dimitri!” I scream as the flood of pleasure crashes into me. My eyes burn as tears pour, and I feel a rush of liquid flood from my center as my body quakes and arches.
Instead of letting me fall off the mountain top, Dimitri buries his lips and mouth around my pussy, drinking in the aftermath of my orgasm. He laps it up as my shoulders press hard into the bed. I whimper and cry as his motions become less frenzied and more deliberate. Until he kisses my inner thighs and rises, his lips glistening with my juices.
Splayed like a ragdoll on the bed, limbs languid, I’m blissed out of my mind as he towers over me. “Are you satisfied?” he asks.
I nod, words no work.
He takes a step back, admiring what he’s made me, and his hand strokes his raging cock as he smirks. “Now I will fuck you.” I make a sound, half gleeful, half afraid, and he grins. “I will show you how I feel.”
Oh no.
He steps out of my view and I hear him digging through his bag. He steps back and rolls on a condom. “To keep you safe, my little otter.”
In one smooth motion, he yanks my thighs to the edge of the bed. Standing between my legs, he assesses the height situation, grabs a pillow, and slides it under my ass. Now my entrance is perfectly lined up with him. Moving at a glacial speed, he slides in, my body craving him. As his chest drops forward, he crawls on top of me. Once he’s fully seated, my body adjusts to the intrusion.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Our lips lock and I grip on to him with all my strength, running my fingers down his strained back muscles as he begins to move. He withdraws to my entrance and thrusts as he kisses away my yelp of delight. Everything about Dimitri is bigger up close—his smile, his eyes, all of his emotions, and his cock.
Between kisses and whispers of thank you, he thrusts deep and hard into me. But darkness falls into his eyes, and he pulls out, leaving me empty and yearning for more.
He rolls me over to my stomach and lifts my hips. The new position brings him in deeper, and he pounds into me, his balls keeping a steady rhythm against my thighs. This time it’s harder, more disconnected emotionally, and he reaches around and rubs my clit, sending my body into overdrive.
His hand snakes up my spine and weaves into my hair, gripping tighter than I expect. “How can I trust you when you’ve lied to me? You’re all I have, and I can’t believe you.” His voice is ragged as he thrusts his hips in deeper, pulling my hair while pressing hard against my clit.
I’ve never been used like this before—ruthless, with a mix of pain and pleasure. I’m not even aware my orgasm has been building until it leaves me with the same force Dimitri’s applied to his efforts.
He continues fucking me, rough and passionate. But he's hurt and broken. He’s lost everything.
But so have I.
“Dimitri, can we change positions?” I gasp between pants.
He releases my hair and slows his pace. “Are you ok?” Twinges of concern lace in every word as he withdraws from my body.
I crawl toward him, the soft linens on the bed making the short trek difficult, and slide onto his lap. Our chests touching, I wrap my arms around him as I slide back onto his cock.
He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my nose. “Baby, I need an answer.”
Little Otter, Baby, he’s trying out nicknames until he finds one he likes. I smile and nod. “I’m fine, I want to see your face.”
I grind my hips and his eyes flutter back. “You feel amazing every way I take you.”
This time he hits the spot, and I’m able to release some tension on my clit. My breathing becomes frantic again and I know I don’t have too much longer.
“I lost everything. My friends, my job.” I release the weight I’ve been holding back and add, “My country.” I put both of my hands on his cheeks and continue to ride his cock. “You’re all I have too.”
The pressure builds again and I don’t know how much more I can take. The stress and wear is still building in Dimitri too as our movements become more unfocused. He kisses me deeply as he grabs both my ass cheeks and forces me to grind on his cock.
“Come with me,” he says before kissing me.
I nod and quicken my pace. I don’t know if he means to run away with him or to come on his cock, but either way my answer is “yes.”
With my last reserve of energy, I grind my clit onto his pelvic bone and he continues to move me. I cry out as the pressure builds and releases. I’m shivering and shaking, which launches him to do the same thing. We’ve come together, and fulfilled and exhausted, crash on the sheets.
He pants beside me for several minutes before discarding the condom. We lay in bed—my head on his chest, his arm draped around my waist—every need met, basking in the afterglow. Twelve months of tension and lies released.
“You know I was never going to kill you, right?” He kisses the top of my head.
I huff. “Yeah, I wasn’t too concerned about that. Honestly, I’m shocked you lasted as long as you did as a hardened criminal.”
He squeezes my waist. “Well, I needed to look cool in front of my bartender.” He lifts me and rolls me onto his stomach, creating a Katya blanket. “I don’t think I would’ve made it this far without you.”
“I’m sure as shit you wouldn’t have made it out of St. Petersburg without me.” Careful not to touch his shoulder, I rest my head on his chest. “What do you want to do now?”
“For the immediate future or with my life?”
“Both.”
“For right now, I want to lay in this bed with you and watch cute animal videos.”
“You’ve got the heart of a serial killer.” I laugh.
“Once we meet up with Uri, we’ll see what happens.” He’s quiet for a minute. “Maybe I will stay in Europe, or maybe I’ll go to America.”
“You know, I live in America,” I casually drop.
“What?! No way,” he says sarcastically. Hmm, maybe he really is funny. But he adds with a tentative curiosity, “What’s it like?”
“The food is cheaper, there are more people, and the weather’s better. Honestly, I don’t know why you live in Russia to begin with.”
His chest rumbles with laughter.
“Well, if I’d left, I wouldn’t be in this bed with you. It’s like fate.”
“Or luck. A lot of luck.”
For the moment, we lay unmoving, tangled together, letting the peace and promises we made to ourselves be fulfilled before the next dose of chaos begins.