Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Vittoria
The bass hits my chest before we even reach the entrance.
Nexus pulses with energy tonight, bodies packed tight on the dance floor. The crowd parts for Dmitri like water around a blade. No one touches him. No one even comes close.
I recognize faces in the crowd. Beautiful people. Dangerous people.
We don't stop.
Don't pause at the VIP section where Amanda and I sat that night.
Don't acknowledge the bartender who nods at Dmitri with obvious respect.
We head straight for the hidden door. The one I walked through weeks ago, tipsy on champagne.
The hallway swallows the noise. Plush carpet muffles our footsteps. Black walls close in around us, gold accents catching the dim light.
Dmitri's hand finds the biometric lock. The door clicks open.
I barely cross the threshold before he's on me.
My back hits the wall. His mouth crashes into mine. No gentleness. No patience. Just raw, consuming hunger that steals the breath from my lungs.
His hands find the zipper at my back. One sharp tug and the green silk pools at my feet.
"Dmitri—"
He swallows my words. His tongue sweeps against mine. I'm wearing nothing but heels and the black lace underwear I chose to wear.
His fingers trail down my stomach. Over my hip. Between my thighs.
The lace tears.
I gasp into his mouth as two fingers slide inside me.
"Fuck." His voice comes out rough. Wrecked. "So tight, solnyshko. So fucking tight."
My head falls back against the wall. His fingers curl, finding a spot that makes my vision blur.
"Two years," I manage. "It's been—"
His thumb finds my clit. Circles. Presses.
I whimper.
"Only your hand?" He watches my face as he works me open. Stretching. Filling. "Night after night, alone in your bed, making yourself come while you thought about what? Some faceless fantasy?"
" Yes."
He adds a third finger.
The stretch burns. My nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt.
"We need to stretch this sweet pussy." His lips brush my ear. Hot breath. Rough voice. "Because tonight, I'm fucking you all night long. Every way I've imagined. Every position I've dreamed about."
A moan tears from my throat.
His fingers pump slowly. Giving my body time to adjust while his thumb keeps circling, keeps building pressure.
"You're going to take my cock so well." He bites my earlobe. "Going to scream my name until your voice gives out. Going to come so many times you forget your own name."
I squirm against the wall. Try to rock my hips. Chase the sensation building low in my belly.
He doesn't let me.
His free hand pins my hip, holding me still while he works me open at his pace. His rhythm.
"Dmitri, please—"
"Please what?" He pulls back to watch my face. "Tell me what you need."
"More." The word comes out broken. Desperate. "I need more."
His smile is pure sin.
"You'll get more." He twists his fingers. Curls them just right. "You'll get everything. But first—"
His thumb presses hard against my clit.
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me without warning. My back arches off the wall. My thighs clamp around his hand. I hear myself crying out, his name mixed with sounds that don't form words.
He doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving. Keep stretching. Keep pushing me higher even as the first wave crashes.
"That's one." His voice sounds distant. Satisfied. "We have all night, solnyshko. All night to make up for two years of nothing but your hand."
I'm still trembling when he withdraws his fingers.
Still gasping when he brings them to his lips.
Still watching, dazed and desperate, as he tastes me on his fingers.
"Delicious." His eyes never leave mine. "Now let's see how many more I can pull from this perfect body before I finally give you my cock."
He pulls me from the wall.
My legs barely hold me. The orgasm still pulses through my veins, making everything soft and hazy. But Dmitri doesn't give me time to recover.
His hand wraps around my wrist. He tugs me deeper into the room.
The bed dominates the space. King-size. I remember this bed. Remember standing in this room weeks ago, drunk on champagne and desire, before I ran.
Dmitri releases my wrist. His eyes rake down my body. I'm wearing nothing but heels, standing at the edge of his bed, still trembling from what his fingers did to me.
"Lie down." His voice drops an octave. "Open your legs."
I climb onto the bed. I settle on my back, hair fanning across the pillows, and let my knees fall apart.
The sound Dmitri makes isn't quite human.
He stands at the foot of the bed, frozen. His chest rises and falls too fast. His hands curl into fists at his sides.
Then he starts to strip.
His jacket hits the floor. His fingers work the buttons of his shirt with brutal efficiency. Each inch of revealed skin makes me want to touch him. To kiss his entire body.
His belt buckle clinks. His pants drop.
Thick and hard.
He climbs onto the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He settles between my spread thighs, shoulders pushing them wider.
His breath ghosts over my center.
I jerk.
"Dmitri, I can't—" The words catch in my throat. "I'm too sensitive. From before."
He doesn't answer.
His tongue drags through me.
I cry out. My hips buck off the bed. The sensation is too much. Too intense. Every nerve ending screams.
My thighs try to close around his head.
He stops.
Lifts his head.
Those eyes pin me in place.
"If you do that one more time," he says, voice deadly calm, "I'll tie your legs open."
Heat floods my core. My nipples tighten. My breath comes faster.
I feel myself getting wetter.
He sees it. Of course he sees it. His nostrils flare. His pupils blow wide.
"Interesting." The word drips with dark promise.
He lowers his head again.
His tongue circles my clit.
The sensation rips through me. Too sharp. Too good. My oversensitive flesh screams at the contact.
My thighs snap closed.
Dmitri goes still.
He lifts his head. Meets my eyes. The smile that curves his lips makes my stomach flip.
"You'll need to remember later," he says softly, "that you asked for this."
He rises from the bed.
I watch, heart hammering, as he crosses to the dresser. Opens a drawer. Pulls out two lengths of black silk.
My pulse thunders in my ears.
He returns to the bed. Kneels beside me. Takes my right ankle in his hand.
"Last chance to say no." His thumb traces circles on my skin. "Once I tie you open, you stay open until I'm done with you."
"Do it." The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. "Tie me open."
His eyes flash.
He loops the silk around my ankle. Pulls it tight. Secures it to something at the corner of the bed. A hook I didn't notice before.
He repeats the process with my left ankle.
When he's done, I'm spread wide. Completely exposed. Unable to close my legs no matter how intense the sensation gets.
Dmitri settles between my thighs again.
"Now," he says, breath hot against my center, "let's see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop."
Dmitri
Her taste floods my senses.
Sweet. Warm. Mine.
I drag my tongue through her, savoring every tremor that runs through her body. The silk ties hold her legs spread wide, exactly where I want them. She can't escape. Can't close herself off from me.
She's completely at my mercy.
And fuck, does she respond.
Her hips buck against my mouth. Her fingers twist in the sheets. Sounds pour from her throat. Whimpers, moans, broken fragments of my name.
I circle her clit with my tongue.
She screams.
My cock throbs against the mattress. I haven't touched myself once, but her screams alone could make me come. Every cry that tears from her throat pulls me closer.
I've never wanted anyone like this.
Never needed anyone like this.
I suck her clit between my lips.
"Dmitri!" Her back arches off the bed. "Oh God, oh God, I can't—"
But she doesn't tell me to stop.
That's what destroys me. That's what makes me fucking obsessed with this woman. She takes everything I give her. Every lick. Every suck. Every moment of overwhelming sensation.
She doesn't ask me to stop.
She just screams.
I push two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit. She's so wet. So tight. Her walls clench around my fingers like she never wants to let go.
"Please," she gasps. "Please, please, please—"
I don't know if she's begging me to stop or begging me for more.
I don't care.
I curl my fingers. Press hard while my tongue flicks faster.
Her thighs strain against the ties. Her whole body trembles. She's close. So fucking close.
I want to watch her shatter.
I lift my head just enough to see her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut. Her lips parted. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes fly open.
"Come for me, solnyshko." I curl my fingers again. "Come on my tongue."
She shatters.
The orgasm rips through her like a storm. Her scream fills the room
I don't stop.
I work her through it. Licking. Sucking. Fucking her with my fingers until every last tremor fades and she collapses against the mattress, boneless and gasping.
Only then do I pull away.
I rise to my knees. My cock juts out in front of me, so hard it aches.
I need to be inside her.
Now.
I reach for her right ankle. Unhook the tie. I repeat the process with her left ankle.
She lies there, spread open, chest heaving, eyes half-closed.
Fucking beautiful.
I climb onto the bed. Position myself beside her head. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly as I move closer to her face.
Her eyes flutter open. Track the movement of my hand. Widen slightly at my size.
"Make it wet." My voice comes out rough. Strained. "Get my cock nice and wet so I can slide inside that tight pussy."
She licks her lips.
Then hesitates.
"Condom," she breathes. "We need—"
My hand shoots out.
I grab her throat. Not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to make her gasp. To make her eyes go wide. To remind her who's in control.
"I'm clean." I squeeze slightly. Feel her pulse hammer against my palm. "Had myself tested last month. Haven't touched anyone since you."
Her breath catches.
"You're clean too." I lean closer. My lips brush her ear. "I know everything about you, remember? Including your medical records. We're not using a condom." I pull back to meet her eyes. "I'm going to fuck you bare. Feel every inch of you wrapped around me with nothing between us."
Her throat works under my hand.
"If you have a problem with that," I continue, loosening my grip, "we stop. Right now. We wait until you're ready."
Silence stretches between us.
Her chest rises and falls. Her eyes search my face. I can see her processing. Weighing. Deciding.
I wait.
Then she opens her mouth.
Wide. Inviting. Ready.
"That's my good girl."
She takes me into her mouth.
Her lips stretch around my cock. Her tongue slides along the underside. Her eyes lock onto mine.
She doesn't look away.
Not for a second.
I groan. The sound rips from somewhere deep in my chest. Somewhere I didn't know existed until her.
My hand fists in her hair. Not pushing. Just holding.
She's too good at this.
Too fucking perfect.
Her tongue swirls around the head. Her hand wraps around the base, stroking what her mouth can't reach. She moans around me, and the vibration shoots straight to my spine.
I'm not going to last.
If I let her continue I'll come down her throat in seconds. And that's not what I want. Not tonight.
Tonight, I need to be inside her.
I pull back.
My cock slides from her mouth with a wet sound that makes my balls tighten. She whimpers at the loss, chasing me with her lips.
"Not yet." I cup her face. Run my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
"Your pussy needs time. You're tight, and I'm not small. This position first." I stroke her cheek. "I won't hurt you."
Understanding flickers in her eyes.
She nods.
I shift. Position myself between her thighs. She's still spread open.
I settle over her. Brace my weight on my forearms. My cock nudges her entrance.
She's so wet.
So fucking ready.
I push forward.
Just the tip.
Her breath catches. Her walls grip me like a vice. Tight. So impossibly tight.
"Breathe," I murmur against her temple. "Relax for me."
She exhales. Her body softens beneath mine.
I slide deeper.
Inch by inch.
Slow.
Careful.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her head falls back against the pillow. A gasp escapes her lips.
"More," she breathes.
I give her another inch.
She's squeezing me so hard I can barely think. Every nerve ending in my body screams for me to thrust. To bury myself to the hilt.
But I hold back.
"Dmitri." Her voice is strained. Desperate. "More."
I push deeper.
Her nails rake down my back. Sharp. Stinging. The pain mixes with pleasure until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
I'm almost fully inside her now.
Almost—
"Is that all you've got?"
Her words hit me like a slap.
I freeze. Look down at her face.
She's smirking.
This woman. This maddening, perfect woman is smirking at me while I'm trying not to hurt her.
"Is that all you've got?" she repeats. Her hips roll against mine. "I thought you were going to make me scream."
Something snaps.
I grab her legs. Lift them. Hook her ankles over my shoulders.
The angle changes everything.
She's completely open to me now. Completely vulnerable. I can see where we're joined. Can see my cock stretching her.
"You want to scream?" I pull back. Almost all the way out. "I'll make you scream."
I slam forward.
She does.
The sound tears through the room. Louder than any club music. Louder than anything I've ever heard.
I don't stop.
I fuck her hard. Deep. Relentless. Each thrust drives her further up the bed. Each thrust pulls another scream from her throat.
Her nails claw at my arms. Her back arches off the mattress. Her eyes roll back.
"Yes!" she cries. "Yes, yes, yes—"
I pound into her. Feel her walls flutter around me. Feel her body tighten.
She's close.
So am I.
Too close.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine. My balls draw up tight. Every muscle in my body coils.
I'm going to come.
I pull out.
My hand wraps around my cock. One stroke. Two.
I explode.
Hot ropes of cum paint her belly. Her ribs. The underside of her breasts. I groan through it, my whole body shaking as I empty myself onto her skin.
She lies beneath me, chest heaving, covered in my release.