Chapter 13
T hat one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. - William Shakespeare , Hamlet
Dimitri
I slammed my car door shut and stormed to the passenger side.
I flipped the handle up. It was locked.
Her big brown eyes stared up at me through the tinted glass.
Raising the key fob, I unlocked the door and opened it before the little minx could lock it again.
“Get out.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Take me home.”
I resisted the urge to say she was home.
One fight at a time.
Placing my hands on either side of the open door, I leaned down. “моя крошка, I’m not a patient man. Now. Get. Out.”
She pushed out her full bottom lip. “I don’t understand why you won’t take me home. You obviously don’t like me. Why am I even here?”
I looked at the sky, praying to God for the patience He and I both knew I’d never possessed.
“What makes you think I don’t like you?”
“You’re always scowling whenever you’re around me. I can’t seem to do anything right.”
Enough of this.
Reaching into the car’s interior, I unlocked her seat belt and snagged her by the forearm, dragging her out. “Oh, trust me, baby girl. There is definitely one thing you do right.”
Opening the side door that led into my entryway, I pulled her over the threshold and quickly entered the eight-digit code to disable the alarm system.
I locked the same door before re-arming the system.
This time she wouldn’t be able to sneak out without me knowing the moment she tried to open a door.
“Take me home!” she demanded a second time.
“No.”
She stamped her foot. “You can’t just keep me here against my will!”
I smirked. “Why not? It worked the first time.”
Her beautiful lips opened in shock as the most adorable pink blush crept over her cheeks.
“I’ll scream!”
I shrugged. “Doubt the neighbors would hear.”
“I’ll call the police.”
“You don’t have your cell and there aren’t any landlines in the house.”
She spun on her heel before diving for the front door.
“Locked.”
She held out her hand, palm up. “Key.”
“No.” I walked past her as I loosened my tie. “Have you seen the library yet?”
Crossing the marble hallway, I entered the darkened room on the right.
Easily maneuvering my way around the whiskey-colored leather armchairs, I knelt to flip the lever on the gas fireplace.
There was a rush of air, then the fake logs burst into flame, filling the space with warmth and a rosy glow.
Rising, I headed to the sidebar as I saw her enter through the corner of my eye.
I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the lure of a private library.
Pouring myself a drink, I walked over to the wide mahogany desk. Pushing aside the Cartier box I had casually tossed there, I leaned against the edge and watched her.
Walking around the room, she reverently ran her fingers over the leather-bound volumes.
I filled my shelves with books on philosophy and political theory.
There were countless shelves of both English and Russian classic literature and many treatises on the art of war, not to mention the binders filled with piano sheet music.
As someone who also loved to read, I knew she could tell how well-read each book was by the bent spines. This wasn’t some rich man’s showcase library packed with untouched books whose titles were chosen only to impress.
In fact, this room was the reason I had bought the house. I loved the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that lined each wall and the beautiful emerald marble fireplace. I had filled it with large, cozy leather chairs for reading and a special table for playing chess.
She had finished circling the room and stood before the fire. I let the silence hang between us as I watched her play with the pleats of her skirt.
She cleared her throat. “What happens now?”
I cocked my head to the side. Took in how the firelight brought out the golden highlights in her tawny hair. How her ivory skin seemed to glow in the soft lighting. “Take off your clothes.”
Her fingers stilled as her head came up to stare at me with wild, wide eyes. “You’re not serious?”
“I’m always serious.”
“Dimitri…”
“Take off your clothes.”
“We can’t do this.”
“Wrong answer, моя крошка. This is already happening.”
“We’re too different. I’m not the right girl for you.”
“Why don’t you let me decide that… now take off your clothes.”
“Dimitri, we need to talk about this first.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. Wait. What? Why are you asking?”
I took a sip from my drink before setting it on the desk. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. “You wanted to talk. Are you on birth control?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Too late, you already told me you were.”
“Well, it’s still none of your business!” she huffed. Her beautiful eyes were stormy and dark.
Pulling my shirt free from my waistband, I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside as I kicked off my shoes. “As I’m about to sink my cock deep inside you bareback, I’d say it was very much so my business.”
“You’re about to do what?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“You can’t do that! What if the birth control fails?”
“Then I hope our daughter has your eyes.”
“I’m serious!”
“So am I. I’m clean,” I quirked an eyebrow, “and we both know you are as well, so that only leaves the birth control matter.”
“You could still wear a condom.”
“Not an option.”
“Why?”
“Because this time I will feel every delicious bit of you and not through a fucking layer of rubber, that’s why.”
She is mine.
I had no intention of ever giving her up, and I meant what I’d said about hoping our daughter had her eyes. As far as I was concerned it settled the matter.
Keeping my gaze on her, I unbuckled my belt and pulled the thick black leather through the pant loops. I watched her throat move as she swallowed before licking her lips.
Raising my arm, I snapped it in the air, the loud cracking sound making her visibly jump.
Stalking toward her, I flicked the belt until it wrapped around her neck. Grasping the other end, I pulled her toward me.
Despite standing before the fire, her hands were cool as they splayed across my naked chest while she struggled to keep her balance. A sure sign of fear.
Releasing the belt from around her neck, I gave her a hard kiss before running my lips over her cheek, tasting her tears.
“Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”
“Dimitri…”
Shifting the belt to one hand, I reached around her and lifted her skirt at the back. Raising my arm, I swatted her ass with the belt.
“No!” she cried out as she tried to escape my arms. Bunching her skirt high on her hip, I pressed her tightly against my body and swatted her again.
“Ow! Stop!”
I gave her cute bottom several more swipes from my leather belt while grinding my hard cock against her stomach.
Leaning in, I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her hair before whispering in her ear, “Don’t deny it, Emma. We both know you get off on the pain. You like it when I order you to obey.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“If I have to ask you one more time, I will drag you by your hair over to the desk and belt your ass raw,” I growled against her neck before biting her earlobe.
“Please…”
“Now, Emma.”
I took a step back as I wrapped the leather belt around my fist.
Visibly shaking, she reached for the hem of her sweater.
Taking a deep breath, she swiped it over her head.
Just like before, she was wearing a simple white bra with a lace edge that gently cupped her generous curves.
Even in the shadows cast by the fire, I could still make out the dusky outline of her nipples through the thin silk.
The sensual innocence of it all was sexy as hell. If I didn’t sink my cock in her soon, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
Gesturing with my chin, I commanded roughly, “Now the skirt.”
Emma leaned down to unzip her knee-high leather boots.
“No, leave the boots on.”
Long strands of her hair curled just under her breasts as she lowered her head and reached her arms behind her. The skirt waistband loosened, dipping in front, giving me a glimpse of her panties.
“I’m waiting, Emma.”
The skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing a simple pair of white panties with a tiny lace heart over the right hip.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Standing there in a plain bra and panties with her long, lean legs encased in leather.
There was no artifice about her. No practiced moves meant to ensnare and seduce.
She made a simple pair of white panties look sexier than the most expensive piece of scarlet red lingerie.
“Get on your knees.”
She bit her lip. Her shoulders shook, but still she obeyed me, awkwardly dropping to her knees.
I stepped toward her as I lowered the zipper on my pants. Placing a finger under her chin, I tilted her head back. Caressing her lower lip with my thumb, I asked, “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”
I knew she had been a virgin, and it was clear she was sexually inexperienced, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t tried some things.
I braced myself for the wave of rage and hatred that was sure to hit my gut if she answered yes.
It was selfish and greedy to want to be her first with everything, but then again, I was never good at sharing.
She licked her lips, sending a bolt of desire straight down my shaft.
“No, I’ve never. I don’t know… how…”
Fuck me. God bless adorable little book nerds and the stupid boys who don’t know their worth.
She was mine.
Truly mine in all things.
The power and surge of primal need almost sent me to my knees.
Men like me didn’t get women like her. Ever.
Their light was kept far away from our darkness.
I don’t know what I had ever done to deserve her knocking on my door that night, probably nothing, but that didn’t mean I would not hold on to her with both hands.
She was mine.
I reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. Stroking its length, I ordered, “Open your mouth.”