Chapter 44
Chapter forty-four
Alisa
The snow spiraled down Dmitri’s window into the darkness of the city. I leaned further into the couch, grateful to be nestled in its warmth instead of outside in the elements. Or worse, alone with my thoughts in my freezing studio.
Even though Dmitri was still out finishing our mission, his presence wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.
An hour later, the apartment door swung open. I smiled when Dmitri’s huge form swallowed all the light from the hallway.
“How are you feeling?” he asked the moment the door closed behind him.
How did I feel? Natalya’s betrayal burned into my stomach, the fear of Roman’s closeness was never far from my mind, but there was one emotion that rose above all the others.
“I want you,” I said.
Dmitri blinked, something like surprise flickering across his usually impassive face. I got up from the comfort of the couch and moved towards the one thing in the room that was far more tempting.
Dmitri remained completely still as I approached him, his eyes taking in every movement and detail. I touched the hard lines of his forearms, and heat shifted low in my belly.
“Please.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
Something snapped in his expression. Dmitri dragged my body against his own. His hand wrapped roughly around my hair as he kissed me hard. All the fears and doubts faded into oblivion when his other hand inched towards my panties.
I moaned as he dominated the cave of my mouth. When he reached the lace of my underwear, he teased his fingers along the edges. My moans grew louder. Finally, when I was ready to shove his hand down lower, he slipped his hand underneath.
His fingers were quick and deft against my clit. It was like he was playing the guitar, and hitting all the high points. When I jerked my mound against his skillful fingers, he smiled against my lips.
“Such a needy little kitten.”
Dmitri’s fingers teased into my opening, and I quivered at the sensation. The heel of his hand continued its ministrations on my clit while he jerked two fingers through my pliant hole. Even as his movements grew rougher, I ground up and down on his hand, needing more.
I needed all of him.
“I’ll give you what you need, kotenok,” he whispered into my ear before slowly withdrawing his hand from underneath my underwear.
When his hand brushed against my stomach, I stared at it, praying that I was hallucinating.
Blood.
A few droplets of blood dribbled down his fingers. I jerked away from him, my body turning hot and cold at the same time.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, biting down on the soft flesh of my cheek to keep from crying. My period wasn’t supposed to come for a few days. “I-I didn’t-”
“Why are you so upset?” Dmitri asked, his clean fingers ghosting across my cheek.
Memories flashed in my mind. Roman’s disgust when he’d discovered my period. The way I’d felt almost guilty when I hadn’t even wanted him to see that part of me. Revulsion still soured my stomach whenever I got my period.
“My period wasn’t supposed to start yet. I d-didn’t know,” I said, stepping further back.
A line dented between his eyebrows. Then he tilted his head as he stared down at me.
“Do you know how many men I’ve killed?” he said, raising the bloody hand into the air.
I looked away as Dmitri continued, “Do you really think some blood is going to bother me?”
My head whipped back to him, sure that I’d misheard him.
“It doesn’t b-bother you?”
Internally I tensed, waiting for him to laugh and say of course it bothered him. That I was disgusting and-
“No.” His eyes turned molten as he stared at me. “I like messy.”
Dmitri wrapped an arm around me, and steered me into his bedroom. I glanced around the dark walls, realizing that I’d never been in here with him before.
“Lie down,” he said, nodding towards the huge four-poster bed.
The tightness in my lungs deepened. “But what if I get blood on the sheets?” I said, a flush working its way over my skin.
“Then I’ll wash them,” he said. “I’m very adept at getting blood out of things.”
Why was it so sexy that he knew his way around a laundry machine? Still…
“It really doesn’t bother you?” I asked quietly.
“No,” he said. Dmitri took my chin in his hand and forced me to look up at his darkening eyes. “Now be a good girl and lie down.”
When I laid down on the huge mattress, a soft warmness spread through my veins. I expected Dmitri to crawl on top of me, and continue where we left off.
Instead, he opened a wooden box outside of my eyeline, and muttered, “I’ve been wanting to use these on you.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled out cushioned cuffs with dangling fabric straps. I could only stare at them dumbfounded. When he beheld my reaction, a dark chuckle rose out of him.
Dmitri stepped in front of me, his body engulfing my vision.
“It appears all I need to do is to bring out some toys, whenever I want to silence my little kitten,” he said, his gaze clinging to the dress riding up my hips.
A needy sound whispered from my lips. I didn’t want the gentleness I’d begged for the last time we’d fucked. I needed the rough edge of Dmitri’s desire.
From the way he was staring down at me like a wolf who’d just stumbled upon a delectable deer, I knew he’d fulfill that and more.
Lightning quick, his huge hands encircled my ankles and yanked them wide apart.
“Now you can’t hide from me,” he said, wrapping the leather cuffs around my ankles, and securing them against the wooden posts.
Instinctively I pulled against them, but they held firm. I stared down at my vulnerable lower half. My legs were yanked so far apart that there was no way to hide my arousal from him. My pink panties were completely drenched.
Dmitri tapped a finger against my restrained ankle. A warm shiver ran up my spine.
“You look so pretty like this, open and ready for me to fuck. I should keep you like this at all times…” He pulled my panties upwards, and I moaned when the seam dug into my clit.
Dmitri stared blatantly at my nearly exposed lower half, spread open for him like a carved turkey. A blush spread across my skin as he closely examined my pussy. Noticing my reaction, his grip tightened on my ankle.
“I could tease you until you’re about to burst, then leave you tied up here in my bedroom. After a few hours of exquisite agony those perfect lips would beg for release. And if you were a good girl…”
I started panting. He painted such an arousing image that it almost made me want him to bring that fantasy to life. His pupils dilated as he took in my expression, hunger growing in his eyes.
Next he brought out matching restraints, and attached my hands to the wooden posts. Dmitri stepped away, his eyes heated as he stared down at the finished product.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured before placing his knee on the mattress. “But I need to do something about those clothes.”
Dmitri gripped the top of my dress, and I gasped as he ripped the fabric open with his bare hands.
“I liked that dress,” I said, gasping as he exposed my chest.
“I’ll buy you a new one in every color,” he said, his eyes glued to my areolas peeking out of my lace bralette. “I’d buy you anything in the world if it meant I got to see you like this.”
The tearing continued, slowly exposing every inch of my skin. When he reached my panties, he wrenched the thin lace from my skin. Small drops of red marred the pink underwear, and my mind replayed the disgust on Roman’s face when he’d seen the blood on my pad.
But disgust was not the word I’d use to describe Dmitri’s reaction. Blatant hunger shone in his eyes as he lowered his head towards my exposed pussy.
That was the moment I realized he was about to devour me.