Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Mackenzie
Steam fills the walk-in shower, rising and curling in soft tendrils around our bodies.
I’m wedged between the granite walls and the hulking linebacker with a low spray of water cascading over us.
We recreated our wild session in the locker room shower last week, but this time, we replaced the ending with him buried deep inside me. Twice.
The steady rhythm of the water mixes with the chaotic drumbeat of my heart and the sounds of us kissing.
The warmth of his body fills me as I cling to his chest, trailing my hands over the hard planes of his taut muscles.
Being with him like this in his apartment feels like a dream and a fantasy mixed together.
He snuck me into Erebus House through the back entrance. Once he got me in here, we consumed each other all night.
I never even got a chance to look around his place. I’d always wondered what it would look like. All I know so far is that he has a king-sized bed that looks like it belongs in the penthouse suite of some swanky hotel, and the walk-in shower is like the kind you’d find in a health spa.
I don’t think I’m going to get the chance to see much more of the place because it looks like he’s getting ready to take me again, for the fifth time.
Running his hands over my body, he teases my nipples, then he kisses his way down to suck on them. They’re already so tight, but his mouth hardens them even more, and reams of pleasure shoot down to my pussy. I’m so stimulated I might combust.
He returns to my lips to give me a quick kiss, then plants one arm above my head and the other to the side.
“Sixteenth birthday?” he whispers over my lips.
We’ve been playing catchup by asking random questions here and there.
“Antigua. I went on a cruise.”
He smiles. “Nice. You always wanted to go on a cruise.”
“I had the best time. I swam with dolphins and saw sea turtles. You would have loved it.”
“Sounds like my kind of thing.”
“What did you do for yours?” I’m smiling, but a stab of envy pulls at my heart when I think back to high school and remember Jessica Hayward, girlfriend number three, talking about how she was going to surprise him with a lap dance in Lapland.
“I went to Greece with Kade and Logan.”
It shouldn’t matter, but my spirits lift on hearing that. “Greece sounds great.”
“And you look relieved. What did you think I was doing?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. Tell me. I don’t know what fifteen-year-old Mackenzie was thinking.”
A gentle heat spreads through my chest, warming my heart from deep within. “I thought you were spending the time with Jessica Hayward. She had big plans for you in Lapland.”
He gives me a narrowed gaze. “I don’t remember who that was, but I can assure you I didn’t go to Lapland.”
“It’s fine. It was just a memory.” And I’m not surprised he doesn’t remember Jessica. She didn’t hold the title of girlfriend for very long, and he was practically with a new girl every other month.
“Don’t tell me you were jealous.”
Of course, I was . “Like I said, it’s just a memory.”
“Richard Levitsky.” He drops the name as if we were already talking about Richard.
“What about him?” Unlike Dmitri, I remember boyfriends and non-boyfriends of the past.
“I was jealous of him.”
“No, you weren’t.” I smirk and shake my head at him. It’s hard to imagine him, of all the people, being jealous of anyone.
“I was. You seemed to like him more than the others. You were with him for a long time.”
My God, he noticed.
“You remember that?” I blink at him, startled. Dmitri straightens, with a lazy smirk.
“Hard not to. He was the luckiest of the many guys trailing after you like lost puppies.” His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge underneath, sharp and deliberate.
Heat creeps up my neck. “I didn’t have that many boyfriends.”
His brow lifts, a silent challenge. “Eight. I kept count. Eight is a lot.”
My chest tightens, partly from embarrassment and surprise. “Says he who had enough girlfriends to fill a beauty pageant.”
He laughs and tweaks my nose playfully. “Ouch.”
“Why were you even paying attention to me anyway?”
The humor fades from his face. “Because I couldn’t stop.”
My breath catches, his words sinking into my chest like a stone tossed into still water.
Because I couldn’t stop.
Those words echo in my mind, louder than the sound of my own heartbeat.
“You couldn’t stop?” I manage to whisper, my voice shaky.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away. “I tried.”
A shiver races down my spine, my fingers curling at my sides against the steamy walls. The weight of his gaze feels like a confession, and I’m caught between wanting to look away and needing to hold on to this moment.
He reaches forward and runs his finger over the slit of my pussy. “Who took it from you?”
That question carries so much more than what he’s asking. When he stares at me, I know it’s something he worried about for years. After the incident with Tommy, it was thought I was raped. Apparently, Tommy had a weird obsession with me and Dmitri thought that’s why he took me.
Various tests confirmed that I wasn’t raped. But by then, we weren’t talking to the Valnekos anymore, so Dmitri never knew. I’m guessing his father never cared to find out.
Thinking of Tommy and the past brings the haunting details of my nightmare back to my mind. I want to say something but stop myself because anything I say like that is going to be in defense of my father.
Now’s not the time to talk about such sensitive matters when I have nothing to argue my case. So, instead, I decide not to break the fantasy, and to answer the question he asked me.
“Dominic Montrose. I was seventeen.”
He narrows his eyes—because he didn’t know Dominic. Relief is also evident in his gaze. Relief that his brother never touched me.
“Woah, a secret guy I didn’t know about.”
“Something like that.”
“Did you love him?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“It should have been me. I should have been your first.”
“Yes. You should have.”
“And you should have been mine.”
I give him a thin, coy smile. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. We should have just done this. Meet in secret.”
I always thought that would happen. I wished for it. But then I remembered why it never would. “I was the hated one.”
He reaches for my face and holds it. “Not by me. You’re mine now.”
“I am.”
With a playful smile, he bows his head to kiss me again. I hold him, too, kissing him deeper.
“Spider,” he whispers across my lips. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Then take me.”
“Not here. Back in my bed.” He scoops me up with that air of dominance, and I slip my arms around his neck. “I want to play with you.”
I smile back at him, and we kiss as he carries me out to the bedroom.
He sets me on the bed, laying me out like I’m a meal he wants to feast on.
Dmitri’s eyes lock on mine, dark and consuming with the kind of stare that sees everything.
He gets on top of me, hovering over my body and trapping me. He brushes his lips over mine, the unexpected tenderness a contradiction to the hunger burning in his gaze. Then he opens the drawer of the nightstand and takes out a black sash.
He dangles it in front of my face. “Gives me your wrists, Spider.”
My eyes widen. He wants to tie me up. “Will it hurt?”
“No. I won’t hurt you.” His voice is rough and alluring. “But I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
I smile at that and hand over my wrists. He takes them and binds them above my head with the sash.
In all my wildness, I’ve never been tied up before, even though I’ve made people believe I have. I never trusted anyone to do it before and not hurt me.
It feels weird to not be able to use my hands yet adventurous at the same time.
He licks the hollow in my throat before trailing his tongue back up my neck, where he nibbles on my skin. Then his hand is between my legs, stroking my folds.
My thoughts scatter when he moves straight to my pussy and licks over my clit. I’m already wet and ready for him, but the extra attention from his tongue draws more moisture from me.
“I love how wet you are.” He speaks against my clit, his hot breath making me writhe beneath him.
He pushes a finger into my pussy, swirls it around and around, then lifts it to my mouth. “Taste the pleasure of your sweet cunt, Mackenzie.”
Opening my mouth, I obey, and he pushes his finger inside.
I taste myself and groan as my sweetness makes me wetter.
“I knew you’d like that.” Dmitri grins and returns to eating me out.
My clit throbs with each thrust of his tongue, and I moan my pleasure, feeling even better with my wrists restrained. It’s so weird but true.
The prelude to a wild orgasm grips at my insides. Just when I think I’m going to come, Dmitri replaces his tongue with his cock.
It’s like he knew I was going to come and chose that moment to bury himself inside me.
With a menacing grin, he pushes deeper, his thick length heightening my pleasure.
My pussy contracts around him, and every nerve in my body sings with ecstasy.
God, he feels so good. Every thrust has me swimming in pleasure.
My whole body is tight and aroused, and as he pounds into me, it’s like the world moves, too. My pussy spasms around him again, and he drives deeper into me, fucking me into the mattress. I come instantly, and he groans from the impact of my walls squeezing around his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he husks.
All I can do is moan my response, then he fucks me so hard I feel like I’m going to split in two.
My body bows, lifting off the bed and pressing into him.
He slips an arm around my waist, pausing for a moment to pull out and turn me around so I’m on my hands and knees.
It feels strange again to have my wrist bound, but that thrill returns when he plunges back into me from behind.
In this position, everything feels more intense, so when he starts pounding into me, I come again, and it seems like I don’t stop coming.
Suddenly, his thrusts speed up to a maddening pace and he tightens his grip on my waist.
He pulls one last orgasm from my body as he shouts his own finish. His cock throbs inside me like a beating heart, and I relish the sensation of his hot cum filling me up.
I’m left dizzy from pleasure and the untamed impact of him.
And I’m exhausted. It’s only just hit me again that I haven’t had much sleep over the last few days.
I collapse onto my elbows, but he pulls out of me and turns me to face him. He undoes the sash from my wrists and holds me.
“You’re tired.” He stares down at me.
“I’m fine.” My voice sounds weak, giving away my tiredness.
“Sleep for a little while. I’ll watch over you. I’ll take you back to Myrridin in a few hours.”
I smile up at him, loving that he wants to walk me back. “Is that an order, Scorpion?” I ask playfully, referring to the contract.
“You do know we’ve gone past that contract, right? That was the only way I could think of getting you.”
“You already had me, Dmitri.”
“I’m glad you changed your tune.” He pulls me closer, so I’m pressed up against his chest with my head resting on his heart.
I close my eyes, and it doesn’t take long before I’m asleep.
We leave Erebus just before sunrise when the world hasn’t woken up yet. I didn’t sleep for very long, but I had the best rest.
We take the path through the woods, a place where virtually no one goes.
It’s called Freya’s Walk, named after the Viking goddess. I’ve been here a few times during the day, but at this hour, when it still dark, there’s an eerie vibe around the place. The statues and gothic-designed monuments look like they may come to life if you look at them too much.
Dmitri takes my hand, and I freeze, gazing up at him. “What if your father is watching us?”
“No. Not at this hour. I managed to work something out, so we’re good.”
I continue staring at him, wondering what he did. When he doesn’t elaborate, I realize it’s one of those things he can’t talk about.
“Don’t worry,” he adds for more reassurance and tugs on my hand.
We continue down the path hand in hand until we’re at the back garden near Myrrdin. There we stop under the willow tree.
He pulls me in for a kiss, and we make out for a while until he stops and inches away with a sad look in his eyes.
“Next time.” He speaks in a low reflective voice.
“When?”
“Soon. I’ll find you.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
He gives me another kiss before he backs away, and I watch him go.
I watch him until he disappears beyond the trees and I can’t see him anymore.
My heart aches, but I push the feeling aside.
This game of secrets is better than nothing, so I’d rather play this game a million times than never see the Scorpion again.
So, next time.
I just hope it will be soon.