Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Dimitri
I WATCH AS Savina takes off running. My hands clench at my sides as I wait, biding my time.
I want to give her a head start. I want her to think and feel like she’s going to get away from me.
And then, when she least expects it, I will fucking pounce, terrifying the hell out of her before bringing her a copious amount of pleasure that will have her melting in my hands like ice cream on a hot summer day.
When I’d read what she’d handwritten in her diary, I knew I had to make her little fantasy come true.
Hell, it became my own damn fantasy the moment I read her words.
I don’t know if she ever truly envisioned me actually taking part in it, but I’m the only one capable of making it a reality.
And I want it to be me who brings her fantasies to life.
Savina wants to be chased. She wants to be taken. She wants to be owned. I can manage all of that. Savina is going to be begging for me to stop by the time I’m done with her, and I can’t wait to hear the words coming out of her pretty, little mouth.
My heavy boots sink into the plush, manicured grass as I take turn after turn, knowing exactly which way Savina will be going.
I studied this maze methodically for the past week.
I know every nook and cranny as if I designed the damn thing myself.
Savina won’t be able to escape me here, and no one will be able to come find her if she cries out for help.
I catch a whiff of wildflowers and vanilla as I take another turn, and I know I’m close. My little nightingale is lost, and I intend on finding her and showing her exactly who she belongs to. My mouth is practically watering as I step up my pace, walking faster, closing in on her.
I catch a glimpse of red dart behind a tall section of the hedges, and I know she’s trying to hide from me.
Slowing my steps, I flank to the right and take another path, circling her like a lion would with its prey.
Slowly, I enter the part of the maze where I know she’ll be.
It’s a dead end with a beautiful sitting area for the weary ones who no doubt get this far and realize they’re terribly lost. There are benches with a large fountain in the middle.
Carved from weathered stone and softened by time with dark green moss settling into tiny crevices, water rises gently from the giant bowl in the center before spilling over the edges in thin, shimmering sheets that catch the rays of the full moon above us in the dark sky.
The sound of the water is rhythmic and soothing, and it, thankfully, masks my footsteps as I move closer to Savina crouched in the corner.
She’s peering around the opposite hedge from me, thinking I’ll be emerging from that direction.
Little does she know that I’m behind her and closing in fast. The closer I get to her, the faster my heart beats.
I can see her nostrils flaring as excited, frantic breaths escape her lungs.
She’s scared, but she’s also turned on, and that makes my cock rock fucking hard.
I’m right behind her, and she has no idea.
She’s so focused, so completely sure that I’m coming from the other direction that she doesn’t even think to look any other way.
And then at the very last second, as if she can almost sense me, she turns.
Her mouth opens wide on a scream, and the terror that flashes in her eyes is something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.
“Bun?, privighetoare mic?. Te-am g?sit,” I say darkly before I pounce.
I sink one of my fangs into Savina’s sensitive clit, and she screams. Fuck, anyone could hear us right now, but I decide that I don’t care. I want everyone to know that I’m taking her; that she’s mine. Consequences be damned.
“Please, please, please. No m-more,” she begs, panting harshly.
Savina is splayed out on one of the benches before me with her skirt hiked up above her hips and her thong lying somewhere in the grass.
She’s bared for me, her wet cunt glistening in the moonlight as I kneel before her like I’m worshipping a goddess.
And in that moment, that’s exactly what she looks like.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.
“But I was just getting started, privighetoare mic?,” I tell Savina before gently blowing on her throbbing clit.
She bucks against my face, and it causes a groan to release from the back of my throat.
I’m so fucking hard for her; my dick straining against my zipper and threatening to burst free just to get some semblance of relief.
Each cry or scream that comes out of her mouth is like a stroke to my cock.
But I have to tell him to calm the hell down, because taking Savina would be crossing a very dangerous line.
Even though I would love to plow through her wet pussy, which has been gushing against my face for the past forty-five minutes, I just can’t do it.
Taking her virginity when she’s betrothed to my brother would be wrong.
I just hate that out of all the times in my life for me to have morals, I choose this moment.
So, for now, I’ll take Savina however I can have her. Under me, wet and writhing and begging me to stop giving her delirious amounts of pleasure.
I lick her from ass to clit, and it sends a violent shudder through her entire body. My girl is so sensitive. Fuck, I love that. My knuckle grazes her swollen little bud. “More,” I demand.
“I…I c-c-can’t,” she stammers, out of breath, shaking her head back and forth, denying me what I truly want.
“More,” I state matter-of-factly before I dip down and feast on her pussy like I’m starving for her when I’ve just given her twelve orgasms. Yes, I counted. I need lucky number thirteen from her.
My thumb pushes against her back entrance, and she gasps. She’s so relaxed and fucking wet for me that the tip of my thumb slides in without resistance.
“Dimitri, I can’t,” she begs again, writhing under me.
My eyes meet hers. “Please don’t deny me what I’m so desperate for, Savina,” I tell her earnestly.
She gasps at my words. Maybe it’s the look in my eye; maybe it’s my tone. But then she clamps her eyes shut and gives me a nod of approval.
“Thirteen is going to feel so fucking good. I promise,” I whisper against her flesh before I suck her clit into my mouth.
She cries out but quickly slams a hand down on her mouth.
I click my tongue at her. “What did I tell you earlier? I want to hear you. I want the whole fucking world to hear you beg for me to make you come, Savina.”
Her hand slowly falls back down to her side as she whimpers and what can only be described as a sob escapes her lips. Her emotions are all over the place, and I know it’s because of what I’m doing to her and what I’m going to continue to do.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well for me, baby,” I praise her before I return to my meal.
Her pussy is soaking wet as I drive my thumb little by little into her tight back hole.
With my other hand, I carefully caress her entrance, dipping my fingers in shallowly, lighting all of her pretty, little nerve endings on fire, which rewards me with a scream.
I close my eyes, relishing the sound. Fuck, I want her to scream for me all the time.
“Now, be a good girl for me and come, Savina,” I demand. And, as if on command, she does.
Her pussy and ass clench around my fingers over and over again as she rides out an explosive orgasm on my tongue.
Her cunt gushes all over my chin as she cries out in pleasure, mumbling nonsensical things as she experiences probably the best orgasm she’ll ever have in her life.
My dick jumps against my zipper as I claim ownership to that.
At least I’ll own her memories and her fantasies.
And she’ll be running freely in my daydreams until I take my last breath on this earth.
That has to be enough. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. Even if I feel like sinking my cock into her tight, wet cunt and taking her, claiming her right here, right now.
Fuck, what I would give to be able to run away with her.
Live on a beach somewhere. Alone. Isolated.
Just the two of us. Fucking in the sand until we’re both sunburnt and spent.
But my daydream literally crushes my black soul when I realize what we have between us can never be anything but exactly that. A dream.
Pulling away from her, Savina finally releases a ragged breath she was holding. Her hooded, pretty, green eyes stare at me with an expression I can’t quite decipher. What started out as a game of purely simple primal need turned into something much more dangerous. I can see that now.
“Dimitri,” Savina whispers with tears gathering in those green orbs.
I don’t want to hear what she has to say next. Maybe she’s going to tell me that we can’t do this anymore. Maybe she’s going to tell me that she hates me. Or worse yet, that she loves me. Either way, she’ll hurt me, cut me so deeply and scar me with her words that I may never recover.
Standing, I glare at her. “Get on your knees,” I demand.
And like the good, little slut that she is, she obeys me. I look down at her, her green eyes gazing up at me, twinkling in the moonlight; her innocence shining through them. And fuck, in that moment, I just want to destroy her.
Slipping my belt out of my pants, I let it fall to the ground before I do something stupid with it, like wrap it around her pretty little neck and lead her around on all fours, making her crawl for me.
Fuck, the crawling part sounds too good, and I take a few steps away from her until I find another wrought iron bench on the opposite side to take a seat on.
“Crawl to me,” I demand, making a come-hither motion with my fingers before patting my inner thigh.