Chapter 6
DIMITRI
I gave the name of Emma’s hotel to the taxi driver. Mine was more secure, but going to hers meant I could easily leave after our night was over.
She leaned into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. “The city is so pretty at night.” The passing lights reflected in her dark eyes. I caressed the line of her jaw, closed the space between us, and kissed her. I’d never done that—kissed someone just because I wanted to—but Emma made me want.
“Look.” She nudged me and I glanced out the window. The Eiffel Tower was lit up and sparkling.
The first time I came to Paris, I’d been wandering the streets late at night after closing my first deal.
I was weak with relief, tired to the bone, and freezing in the January night.
I’d found myself walking aimlessly along the Seine when the Eiffel Tower started sparkling in the distance.
It had stopped me in my tracks, stealing my breath at the realization that there was still something beautiful in the world, even if it wasn’t for me.
I lived shrouded in darkness, destined to forever be an outsider to the good things in life, but those sparkling lights had given me hope that everything I was doing wasn’t in vain.
I was creating a safer world for the few people left that I loved.
When we pulled up in front of her hotel, Emma reached into her small purse like she was about to pull out her wallet. I scoffed, covered her hand with mine, and handed the driver a wad of cash. Her lips curled into a small smile while I took her hand and pulled her out of the taxi.
The lobby was a blur as I pulled her into the elevator. Tension crackled in the air between us, and I fought the urge to push her against the wall and take her right here.
The elevator doors opened and she stumbled as we stepped off. She muttered something under her breath and kicked off her shoes.
My eyes locked on her ass as she bent down to snag them.
“Fucking shoes,” I scoffed before picking her up. This time, her front was pinned to my chest, her arms and legs wrapped around me. I hitched her up, and she gasped as her pussy rubbed against my hard cock.
“I think you just like an excuse to carry me around.” Her lips dragged up my neck, across my jaw. I groaned when she bit my earlobe.
“Fuck. Which one is your room?”
She pointed down the hall and laughed when I started jogging. She wiggled in my arms when we got to her door. I set her down but refused to give her an inch of space, crowding her as she tapped her room card and pushed the door open.
She flipped the light switch.
I locked the door behind us.
The luxurious hotel suite’s living room was decorated with a TV, opulent couches, and a lounge chair.
Across the room, huge windows covered a large wall with a door that led out to a balcony.
To the left was a small kitchen, to the right, a door to the bedroom. And a few feet in front of me was Emma.
I stepped forward until our chests brushed against each other. “Turn around.”
She hesitated, chewing her lip. Was she having second thoughts? But then she turned and swept her hair forward so I could access her zipper. I hooked my finger into the back of her dress and tugged her towards me, smirking at her small gasp.
I eased the zipper down, exposing a smooth expanse of skin.
My cock was like steel, and it took everything in me to stop myself from tearing off her dress.
I eased it past the curve of her hips until it pooled on the floor, leaving her completely bare.
She brought me to my knees for the second time tonight as I kissed my way down her spine.
My mouth watered as I leaned forward and bit the globe of her ass cheek.
She cried out and whirled around to face me, lips parted in shock.
“What are—”
Her words faltered when she realized I was inches from her pussy. I’d already memorized the taste and feel of her, but now I had a clear view and could look my fill. I pressed my face against her slit and inhaled deeply.
“You were saying?”
A choked noise in the back of her throat was her only response.
I dragged my hands up her curves as I stood. She tipped her head back, completely naked while I was fully dressed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” My hard cock throbbed, but all I could do was stare down at the gentle swell of her curves, the golden olive of her skin, the thick, dark curls covering her cunt.
She squirmed under my gaze, pink tinging her cheeks, but I refused to be rushed. I’d spent a lifetime shedding my humanity so I could become who they needed me to be. I’d had sex before, but those memories were shrouded behind a thick fog. None of those moments had felt real. I hadn’t felt real.
My fingertips trailed across her skin, and I held my breath, expecting her to vanish at any moment. But she was here—warm and solid.
And so was I.
Here.
Alive.
Soon I’d have to harden my soul and return to my city, but I wouldn’t let reality encroach on us in this room.
Not yet.
My hands smoothed over her hips as I backed her into the bedroom. The lights from the city spilled through the windows, breaking up the darkness enough for me to see the outline of her curves.
“On the bed.” I guided her down so she was on her back, spread out before me.
She tugged on my shirt. “I want to see you.”
I nipped her lower lip. I needed to do this next part carefully—taking off my clothes without her seeing the gun I had strapped to my low back. “Be a good girl, then, and watch me.”
I stood, keeping my eyes on her as I took off my jacket.
The low lighting disguised my movements as I quickly slipped my gun into my jacket’s interior pocket, wrapped it in a bundle, and set it on the chair to the side of the room.
Emma propped herself up while I unbuttoned my shirt.
Her heated gaze raked down my body, making me feel like I was the one laid bare before her instead of the other way around.
I stepped back in the shadows as I removed my shirt, placing it on top of the dresser and hoping the darkness disguised the scars covering my chest and back.
When just my boxers remained, I crossed back to the bed and gripped her jaw hard. “Take them off for me.”
Her soft intake of breath as she moved to her knees, the way her nipples tightened as small fingers hooked my waistband, had precum dripping onto my skin.
With the slightest hesitation, she pulled them down and my cock sprung up inches from her lips.
She glanced up at me like she was asking for… permission? Direction?
I pressed my thumb against her lips and she parted them, allowing me to push into her hot, wet mouth. “Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?”
Her tongue dragged along my thumb and she nodded.
“Then open wider.”
The vision of her kneeling before me, so close I could feel her exhales on the fucking tip and the way she looked up at me with huge, trusting eyes was almost enough to make me come.
I kept my grip on her jaw but I fixed my eyes on the ceiling and tried to think about anything else.
The gentle lick of her tongue against my head dragged a shocked moan from my mouth and an involuntary thrust of my hips.
Her expression was all smug pride, and a growl rumbled through my chest. “Naughty girl,” I bit out as I pressed my tip into her mouth.
I intended it to be punishment, but the moment she closed her lips around me and sucked, I was lost. I threw my head back at her wet heat. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
I curled my fingers in her hair, loose enough to allow her to control the tempo but firm enough that she couldn’t get away.
Not that she was trying to. She grabbed my hips for balance and took me deeper.
I groaned as pleasure sparked down my spine and into my balls.
It didn’t matter that her movements were a bit clumsy and unpracticed, except that I wasn’t sure how to square the confident siren who approached me in the club with this more timid woman.
I pulled my cock from her mouth but kept my grip tight on her jaw. “Are you okay, darling?”
She let out a deep breath and leaned into my touch. “Yeah.”
I frowned when she started chewing her lip again. I freed it from her teeth, tracing my thumb across the red spot as I waited her out. Patience was not my strong suit, but silence spurred confessions.
“Will you…” she started. She took a deep breath before meeting my gaze with renewed determination. “Will you tell me what to do?”
I swore at her innocent question and stared at the ceiling again so I didn’t fucking blow my load. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.” My strained voice made her giggle, and I shook my head. “Brat.”
She licked a long line up my cock. “You might have to look at me to instruct me.”
I huffed a sigh and used my hold on her hair to force her head back. “Open your mouth and swallow me.”
She grinned and did what I said, looking much more relaxed as she swallowed me down. I kept both hands on her—tangled in her hair, caressing her jaw—and fed her more and more of my cock. Her mouth stretched around me, eyes watering as I pushed deeper, but she didn’t complain or pull away.
“Breathe through your nose. You can take more. Relax your throat.”
Her hands gripped my ass and pulled me forward. I thrust deeper with a groan, only easing up when she gagged. “You’re doing so well. Fuck, your hot little mouth feels so good around me. I bet your pussy is even better.”
She moaned, and the vibration went straight to my balls. I clenched my jaw, trying to maintain my last semblance of control, but my movements grew more erratic until I could barely choke out a warning. “I’m going to come. Swallow me down. Every fucking drop.”
She squirmed and sucked harder, and I came with a shout a few seconds later. The pleasure of it was almost blinding as I spilled into her mouth and she swallowed me down, leaving me a shaking, gasping mess.