Chapter 55
Chapter fifty-five
Alisa
My mouth gaped open as I stared at the embodiment of a reaper. Dmitri’s muscular arms were completely rigid, and his hands…
Tightened into fists, ready to punch a hole through something or someone.
Before I met Dmitri, my experiences with anger centered around the fists of my father, always ready to subdue his own selfish anger on my skin. I’d faced lots of violence in my lifetime, but until Dmitri never once had the anger been directed at someone who had hurt me.
No one had ever cared enough to stare into my eyes with a promise that he’d destroy the man who had left internal scars all over my system. The darkness emanating off Dmitri vowed to etch a scar on every inch of flesh on the man who’d dared to mar my soul.
Need strummed through my body as those promises washed over my skin and permeated my heart. Electricity lashed from my stomach deep into my core.
Dmitri’s eyes narrowed on me as my nails dug into his taut shoulders.
He hissed at the contact, but none of the fury dissipated from his expression.
“Tell me his name,” he growled.
I wanted to pour the knowledge into him, let him help me shoulder the burden of what Roman had done to me. But the violence of his expression vowed that he would destroy everyone who stood in his path on the way to the man who hurt me.
The rules of the competition flashed across my mind: The Pakhan would kill anyone who killed another competitor without his permission.
Until Dmitri was more levelheaded, I needed to hold my tongue. As much as I wanted to watch Roman choke on his own blood the way I’d choked on my words that night, I needed Dmitri safe.
The only thing I needed was him.
When I was with Dmitri, it was like I could breathe. Like I didn’t have to constantly be on alert that I was about to be stabbed mentally or physically.
I felt… happy.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel this happy. Not after everything I’d gone through in my life. Not after all the death and abuse. Yet with him, it was like my heart could finally open back up again.
No, I wouldn’t let Dmitri kill Roman in a mindless rage, and have the Pakhan seek retribution. I’d protect him from himself.
“Tomorrow,” I promised, and a weight eased off me. Already, it was like the burden of that horrible night with Roman was slowly releasing its claws from my soul.
The tendons in Dmitri’s neck tensed at the word. Darkness spread through his eyes, and sharp need racked through me like a wave. I wanted that dark energy focused on me. I needed the weight of everything–all this death and misery–to wither away.
“Please,” I said, rocking my hips against him. “Make me forget everything except you.”
“Fuck,” he rasped, his hands tightening around my waist. “That word will be the death of me. I’d level cities if you asked me to.”
Before I could respond, he yanked my hair back, so I was staring up at him.
“Eyes on me, kotenok. You slip back into that dark place in your mind, I stop. You don’t hide from me ever, understood?”
I tried to nod, but his grip was so tight on my hair that I couldn’t move.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good girl,” he said, and then carried me into his bedroom.
Without a hint of gentleness, he threw me onto the bed.
All the pent-up energy vibrated off him. This was his raw, unrestrained form.
And I wanted all of it.
“Take your clothes off, now,” he ordered, leaning back against the doorframe.
His face was stone as I slowly pushed my pants down my legs.
“Eyes on me,” he reminded me as I stripped for him.
A chill rolled over me as I shifted on the bed, acutely aware that he was fully clothed while I was now completely naked.
“Such a pretty girl.”
His eyes burned over my skin as he took in every single inch of my bare body. I groaned at the need pulsing through me, and my eyes fluttered close.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
My eyes snapped open, and Dmitri tsked.
His powerful body moved across the room like a panther closing in on its prey. The bed shifted underneath his weight as he towered over me with a glint of sadism in his eyes.
“I should discipline you for disobeying me, but I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl.”
Dmitri grabbed my hand and used it to squeeze my right breast.
“You can placate me by playing with your tits. I like watching them jiggle.” He smacked the other one for emphasis, and I immediately grabbed it. “But the moment you stop touching them or lose eye contact, I’ll punish you.”
“Please, you just want an excuse to punish me.” Still, I started jiggling my tits.
“Maybe,” he said with a dark chuckle. “But I’m the one who makes the rules, kitten.”
He pulled an implement from underneath the bed and my eyes widened.
A long metal bar with leather cuffs attached.
“Spread your legs.” His tone left no room for back talk.
Immediately I complied. Dmitri placed one of the cuffs along my ankle, and a shiver of need left me thrusting up into the air.
“Such a little slut,” he said while roughly attaching my other ankle to the opposite end of the metal bar.
My feet were spread about three feet apart, and I instinctively tried to close them. They didn’t budge an inch.
Dmitri gripped my upper thigh, dangerously close to my core.
“Look at you, absolutely dripping for me.” His lips dragged into a devilish smirk. “Hmm, I think I need to get a closer look.”
Dmitri grabbed both ends of the spreader bar. I gasped when he elongated the bar, my legs now opened so wide it was obscene.
“Much better,” he said, his voice heated.
He leaned in closer, and his hot breath wafted over my needy clit. My hips jerked up towards his face, but he pulled back with a wide smirk.
“You’ve been quite naughty today, are you sure you deserve that?”
“Please.”
His tongue stroked from my opening to my clit. My entire body vibrated from his touch.
I groaned when he pulled away.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
“You.”
I wanted his laughter. I wanted the spark in his eyes when I said something sassy. I wanted his warm presence when everything had gone to shit in my life.
I greedily wanted everything he would give me.
“Good answer.”
Before I could even reply, his hands gripped my hips, and he was devouring my clit with his warm mouth.
He sucked and nibbled on a spot that left me jerking against him.
The cuffs clanged against metal as I raced closer to the edge.
Dmitri’s eyes were a storm as his mouth drove me towards the point of no return.
Just when I was about to reach it, he pulled away. My hands instinctively reached for him–
When his dark laughter echoed through the room, I realized I’d fallen right into his trap.