Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
"Dmitri!" I gasp as his hands close over my breasts, squeezing, fingers digging into my sensitive skin. "The light- oh, god." He'd shifted, moving lower and throwing my leg over his shoulder, making me wobble a bit and becoming very aware that I was perched on a railing, three stories over the sea.
My other leg tightens down on his back like an anaconda.
"I think you just cracked my L2 vertebrae." He has the devil's smile, his thumb stroking me over my silk undies. A useless bit of fabric because I can feel the calloused tip, his blunt fingernail lightly scratching my clitoris.
"Th- that's because the only thing keeping me from falling off this railing is my leg wrapped around your back," I wheeze.
Curling his arm around my right leg flung over his shoulder, he tightens his grip. "Sweet little magpie." He lightly bites the thin skin of my inner thigh. "Would I ever let you fall?"
I chance a quick glimpse over my shoulder at the waves crashing against the rocks below us, another shrill whine escapes my slack lips.
"You're mine," he reminds me. "I can do anything I want to you." I wobble again, shrieking, as he throws my left leg over his other shoulder and he grips my thighs, burying his face against me. "Hold on, magpie."
Goosebumps march up my arms, but his mouth is so hot against me, his tongue, and teeth toying with my center.
When his lips fasten on my clit through the thin silk of my undies and sucks hard, the terror and the arousal and the sheer wildness mix into a confusing cocktail that makes me come, back arching, fingers mindlessly grabbing a thick lock of his hair.
"Good girl," he chuckles darkly. "One more."
My flailing hand finds a grip on his jacket and I yank on the fabric as he slides two fingers under the panel of my undies and thrusts them up inside me. He's voracious in a way that leaves me breathless.
"Dmitri…" I groan.
He pulls his mouth away just long enough to answer me.
"I'm busy." His lashes a thick fan on his cheekbones, lips pursed against me and I can't look away.
My thighs are shaking and he knows he's got me.
Opening his eyes and pinning me with that icy gaze, he adds a third finger, driving up inside me.
"Show me, Magpie. Your orgasm is mine, and you'll give it to me now. "
The sea breeze is cool on my back, the light from the tower surely illuminating us to sailors miles away.
None of that compares to the feel of his thick fingers spreading me wide and his lips pulling on my clit.
I scream my orgasm to the wind and the seagulls, nothing but a pulsing center of need and oh, god it's good.
I'm jolted off the railing as Dmitri lifts me easily, sitting back down and making me straddle him. "Open my pants," he orders. "Take me out."
He's not as calm as he's pretending to be, I press my lips against his neck and his pulse is racing.
I nip his skin with a grin and pull his cock free from his boxer briefs.
It throbs, hot and heavy in my grip as I squeeze him, loving his groan and the thick, hard feel of him.
Licking my thumb, I stroke it over his sensitive tip, watching his eyes dilate.
"Put me in," he says hoarsely. "I've waited all fucking day to be inside you." I slide down his shaft, gasping at the stretch of his thick head like his fingers hadn't just been stretching inside me.
"This…" I sigh drunkenly. "So good."
"Oh, it is." He wraps his hands around my waist, lifting and dropping me down again on his cock, my clit rubbing against the wiry hair at the base.
"The sweet, tight grip of you? There's nothing better.
You're going to take all of me now. I'm going to cram every inch inside you, scream all you like, but I'm going to fit. "
Pulling back, I stare at where we're joined. "There's more of you?"
He laughs boisterously and the sea birds answer him. "Hold on, magpie."
I know Dmitri's strong, but this is ridiculous.
He bounces me up and down on his cock with a casual speed that leaves me with nothing but to hold on, the feel of him pounding into me, greedy, shameless and I love it all.
His hoarse encouragement and filthy compliments, his tight grip on me, the thick push of his cock and now I'm begging him.
"Come with me, you gorgeous madman. Please.
" His gaze never leaves mine as he swells impossibly wide, filling me with heat and wet and we cling together, shaking and laughing at nothing in particular.
"It's so perfect," I gasp. "You are so perfect."
***
Maybe I'm more paranoid than a sane, rational woman should be, because I'm so happy that it's freaking me out.
Over the next two months, life is a dizzy whirl between working at the clinic, learning new surgical techniques from Ella, and Dmitri ravaging me on every surface - horizontal, as well as an impressive number of vertical ones - in the penthouse.
There are dinners with his family, and his terrifying father unbends enough to actually smile once or twice.
I think they were smiles. I'm not positive. It might've been indigestion.
The days slide into each other, the summer speeding past us, I stop thinking about how I need to get back to the hospital.
We don't talk about the trafficking ring, clues seemed to dry up after Kevin and Ilya's deaths.
I should be concerned that I'm living a dreamy existence with Dmitri without any firm end date.
There's always an end date.
Dmitri still spends a lot of time in his gym, beating the shit out of a weight bag and running mile after mile on his treadmill, jaw tight, icy gaze focused, his hands clenched into fists.
I like it better when Roman and Alexey join him.
There's a lot of laughter and taunting and a fair amount of black eyes.
I have assembled a medical kit at the penthouse that could carry us through a zombie apocalypse, so I'm prepared for anything they do to each other.
I know when it's been a bad day.
He'll disappear into the gym for at least an hour before he comes looking for me.
I stood in the door once, watching him punching and kicking the weight bag.
There was something in his eyes, something unrecognizable and vicious.
I had to leave. Dmitri has never scared me, but whoever that was pounding the weight bag into submission was not quite recognizable as the man I was coming to love.