Chapter 11
Leah
Dmitri’s gray eyes remind me of the ocean sky before a thunderstorm.
I move excruciatingly slow. One hand on the mirrored wall, then the other. Meeting his gaze, I ask, “Like this?”
“Feet farther apart.” He uses his knee to spread my thighs. “Don’t test our patience, baby girl.”
The door closes with a soft snick , and Gage turns the lock.
I meet his gaze in the mirror. He leans against the wall, his arms across his chest, eyes half-closed behind his glasses.
A satisfied smile plays on his lips. Incubus was the right role for him on AoG, a hundred percent.
He looks as if he’d grant every carnal, raunchy impulse to flit through my filthy mind.
I can’t be sure he didn’t plant the ideas there to begin with.
I wait for whatever Dmitri will do next. Our reflections create an erotic movie. My nipples are hard, breasts free and aching for touch. My thong is wet. I cannot wait for it to come off, even though the friction of it against my pussy is the only thing keeping me grounded.
And Dmitri—he’s a giant, brutal man behind me, surveying my body as if looking for the best ways to find his pleasure.
His gray eyes are locked on my body, traveling over my curves with a possessive glint. He runs a finger down my spine and hooks it into the back of my thong. “Are you wet, Leah?”
I nod. He’s going to take off my thong and I can’t fucking wait. I wiggle my hips to help him.
Instead of pulling it down, he yanks it up .
“Ow!”
“Shhh.” He gives me a lazy grin. “We’re in public, Leah. Behave yourself.”
I’m trying to behave, but it’s hard with several inches of microfiber digging into my hoo-ha.
Dmitri gives my ass a gentle pat. He glances back to Gage. “Look how pissed she is over that.”
“Are you uncomfortable, Leah?” Gage asks, as if hoping the answer is yes .
“No, I’m doing fine.” I squeeze the words between clenched teeth. “Just dandy.”
Moving behind me, Dmitri rubs his pelvis across my ass. The position makes my underwear stretch tighter, and I whimper. Need mixes with pain, all-consuming.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He reaches around and cups my breasts in his big hands. “I love your perfect little tits, Leah. Look at these nipples. So kissable. So biteable.”
“Dmitri,” I whisper. “Please.”
He slides one hand down my stomach to cup my mound. Again—pleasure and pain. He grips the thong. Please take it off. Please take it off. I’m too stubborn to say it aloud because they like it too much when I hurt.
But no. He tugs it this way and that. The friction is both too much and not enough.
“Please, Daddy.”
A few more torturous twists of the fabric, and then he releases it. My eyes water. With gratitude, pain, relief—I can’t be sure.
He leans back and takes a condom from his pocket. “Going to fuck you now, Leah. You’ve been naughty and you need Daddy’s cock to make it right again, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I look back at Gage, wondering if he’ll join us.
He gives me a small shake of his head. “I’m watching this time.”
I don’t understand completely, but he must get the same amount of satisfaction from watching as he does from participating. I wonder how it would be to take them both at once, though. Maybe someday.
Dmitri grabs my thong with two hands and tears. Sweet relief as the fabric falls away. He bends his knees slightly. The biting fabric is replaced with the swollen head of his cock, notched at my entrance.
“Yes.” I wiggle my hips, encouraging him. Nobody asked a question, but that doesn’t matter. I want this, and I’ll never stop wanting it. When this relationship ends, I’ll still be wanting it, every day until I die.
Gage’s voice is sharp. “Leah. Let Daddy Dmitri give it to you when he’s ready.”
I force my hips to go still. Patient. I can be patient, right?
Dmitri works himself forward in tight, short thrusts. I struggle to hold my position as he pulses in and out. I meet his gaze in the mirror. His brow is scrunched in concentration and I realize he’s trying not to hurt me.
Ironic given the thong torture, but here we are.
“I’m good,” I gasp. “More, harder—I want it all, Dmitri.”
“Yeah?” He pushes the rest of the way in, no hesitation. I fucking love that he’s taking my word for it. I fucking love the thick, hard fullness he gives me.
Meanwhile, Gage watches, his eyes glittering. “Squeeze down on him, little girl. Let him feel how much you like it.”
I do as he said, clenching my thighs and pussy.
Dmitri grunts. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
He starts at a slow pace, rhythmic. I can’t help but meet his thrusts. Luckily, he doesn’t tell me to stop. I wouldn’t be able to if I tried.
“You’re doing great.” Gage’s reflection is full of dark enjoyment. He rubs the front of his slacks. I think that’ll be the most he does here, but he doesn’t seem disappointed. “You’ll come on his cock right here in this fitting room, won’t you?”
I nod at him in the mirror. At the same moment, Dmitri reaches around to knead my breasts and tweak my nipples. A wanton moan escapes my throat.
“Quiet.” Dmitri puts a hand over my mouth. “You don’t want anyone else to hear, do you?”
“Mm-mmm.” I shake my head as much as I can.
He drags himself out slowly before pumping back in. “Tap my leg if you want me to stop.”
I clench my fists. No way am I tapping him. If he stops, I’ll perish. Simple as that.
“Good girl.” He picks up his pace, pounding into me, ruthless with the pleasure he gives.
My body tightens. Every one of his thrusts takes me higher, locking my limbs in heat and pressure.
“Getting close, aren’t you?” His hand flexes over my mouth, covers my nose so I can’t suck in a breath.
My response isn’t fear—it’s surrender. I’m his, all the way through—my body, my name, the air I can’t breathe?—
“Come on me, baby. Watch Daddy Gage when you come on my cock.”
I meet Gage’s dark eyes. I can’t hold it back any longer. I shatter, the scene before me in the mirror glistening in my mind a thousand times over—Dmitri’s clothed form rutting behind my naked one. Gage in the background watching with a mixture of approval and barely-restrained lust.
My moans and cries of pleasure are muffled behind Dmitri’s hand. He watches my face with savage satisfaction. He slaps against me, his hips against my ass cheeks as he continues to thrust.
He releases my mouth. “I’m gonna mark you—fuck?—”
I don’t care if he marks me. I want them both to mark me. “Do it.”
“Baby. You sure?” His gray eyes are storm clouds. Sweat glistens at his temple with the force of his restraint.
“I’m sure. I want it.” I keep my hands on the mirror, bracing myself for what’s coming.
His thrusts become faster, more erratic. He grunts quietly, hands locked on my hips. “Fuck, Leah. Fuck.”
He leans forward. It’s going to happen, now?—
Dmitri bites my shoulder as he comes.
The pain blooms into pleasure and my pussy clamps down on him. It takes all my willpower to hold back the sounds of my orgasm. He covers my mouth again, just in case, and I whimper against his palm.
Slow strokes ease me down before he pulls out.
I slump against the mirror. Gage hurries over to hold me while Dmitri finds a tissue and disposes of the condom. I snuggle against Gage’s chest, breathing hard.
“You were wonderful,” Gage murmurs. “Now let’s get you dressed before Dmitri loses his mind again.”
* * *
Gage
“Thanks again, Gagey.” Claudia’s voice is all bubbly breathlessness through my phone’s speaker. “You saved my life.”
“I’d do it a thousand times. Besides, you’re the one putting in all the work.”
Leah had a tutoring session after our shopping trip, so my penthouse is empty.
I sit in her bedroom, surrounded by packages from Carol’s Closet.
Gowns, shoes, matching clutches. We bought more than necessary, but she looked so beautiful in everything she tried on, I couldn’t leave it behind.
I wouldn’t let her see how much it cost—I have a feeling she would’ve refused most of the items, if not all of them, if she knew.
Of course, Dmitri insisted on paying for the gold gown.
It’s only money. I still give plenty away to charities throughout the year. For the first time, I’m interested in spending it selfishly, to spoil the woman I’m falling for.
Some of the breathlessness leaves Claudia’s voice, replaced by heavy emotion. “I mean it. You’re my best friend.”
“You’re mine, too.” She’s the only real person in Hollywood. It makes her more vulnerable than most. “Listen, Claudia. When I was at your house, I saw footprints outside your window.”
She doesn’t speak.
“I need to apologize, because I didn’t believe you. Now I do.”
She laughs. “I wouldn’t have believed a junkie like me, either. Heck, once I got sober, I wasn’t sure of myself, either.”
“It wasn’t that—” No, I can’t keep lying to her. “I did blame the drugs, somewhat. But I was wrong. I’ve since contacted Ironwood to add more security to your house and property, okay?”
“Gage, you don’t have to keep taking care of me.”
“It isn’t a matter of have to . I want to. You’re family, Claudia. You’re the sister I never had.” I clear my throat and fight my rising emotions. “Now that I know someone was there, though—what did you see? Did you get any details?”
“It was a man. He was wearing a baseball cap. His face was in shadow, but I think he had a beard. That’s all I remember…and even then, I might be wrong, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” It isn’t enough to go to the police with, especially because Claudia’s an unreliable witness. But I’m extra happy I got Ironwood to add security cameras. “If he comes back, we’ll get his face on camera, okay? But hopefully the cameras will keep him out.”
She sighs. “I’m going to pull my curtains closed at night.”
I hate that she feels she has to, but I’m the same way, even in a penthouse. I’m always fearing outside eyes.
Long after we end the call, I stare out at the city through Leah’s bedroom windows. It’s nice in here, with the sunlight.
I’m not ready to open the curtains in my bedroom, but perhaps someday I will be. Many things are changing—what’s one more?
Several years ago, Margot snagged my phone out of my hand and punched in the number of her former therapist. It’s been saved there ever since.
This won’t be my first time in therapy. But it will be the first time I tackle the real issues, the ones that cause all the others.
I take a deep breath and make the call.