Chapter 9
DIMITRI
The moment Emma dropped our empty plates on the room service cart, I was on her, backing her up against the wall.
“Wow. So eager,” she teased.
“Like you’re not.” I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled.
She ground her pussy against my straining hard-on.
A low laugh rumbled through my chest as I pinned her to the wall with my hips.
Our chests brushed with each inhale. I’d been tempted to put my button-down shirt on this morning to conceal the mass of scars covering my torso, but for some reason, I didn’t feel self-conscious around Emma.
The way her tits spilled out of her tiny lace top and pressed against my chest confirmed I’d made the right decision.
I dipped my face close to hers. “You like knowing I have you at my mercy, don’t you, darling?”
She shook her head. Her cheeks were the perfect shade of pink.
“Mmm, you might regret saying that.”
I whipped her around to face the wall and pinned both of her wrists above her head. Her gasp sent shivers down my spine.
I gritted my teeth, desperate to thrust inside her right the fuck now, and nipped her ear. “Let’s see if you were telling the truth.”
I shoved her sweatpants down and groaned to find her bare underneath. I eased two fingers inside her, being careful in case she was sore, but her pussy was soft and slick, practically welcoming me inside her.
“Oh, you don’t like me being in control, hmm?” I curved my fingers and she let out a cry as she thrust into my hand. Fuck, she was perfect. “It’s too bad liars don’t get to come.”
“Not fair,” she protested.
“Your tight little pussy is clenching around me already. It’s going to be a long afternoon for you with no release.” I tsk’d with mock regret, pulled out my fingers, and patted her mound.
“Okay, fine. I like you being in control,” she snapped. “Now make me come.”
My hand landed on her ass, the sound cracking through the room.
She glared at me over her shoulder. Only years of hiding my emotions stopped me from letting out a genuine laugh at how adorably angry she was.
I kept my gaze steady as I smacked her other ass cheek.
Her lips parted and she arched back until my hard-on was wedged between her cheeks.
She still wasn’t close enough. I quickly pushed down my boxers and was about to thrust inside her when I stopped.
“Fuck. Condom.”
Her forehead thumped against the wall, and she released a frustrated whine.
“You stay right here if you want to come.” I was already halfway to the bedroom before she answered. When I returned seconds later, I found her exactly where I’d left her. “Good fucking girl.”
I used the opportunity to strip her bare.
Her long, dark hair tumbled down the smooth expanse of her back, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing my way down her spine.
The idea of spreading her ass cheeks and burying my face between them made my mouth water, but my cock strained with the need to be inside her.
I slowly dragged my body against hers as I stood. “Turn around. I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
Her soft smile as she turned made my breath catch in my throat. “You’re too beautiful.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, but it was impossible to regret them when her fingers trailed down the side of my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch before I caught myself.
“You are,” she murmured. “Beautiful and dangerous at the same time.”
I swallowed hard, flayed open by how clearly she saw me.
I gripped her thighs and lifted her into my arms. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, her breasts soft as they pillowed against my chest. Her fingernails dug into my back while I sheathed myself inside her tight, wet pussy with a relieved groan.
It had only been a few hours since I was last inside her, but that was way too long.
I wanted to live inside her, surrounded by her heat.
She whined and squirmed in my arms. I slowed my thrusts and kissed her cheek. “I know you’re sensitive, and probably sore.” She moaned as she brushed her cheek along mine. “But you can take it for me, can’t you?”
She pressed her face into my neck. “Yes. I can.”
“That’s my good girl.”
I shifted my hips and her lips parted with a silent cry. “Never hold back your noises from me,” I snarled, hooking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “I want to hear every whimper and moan. I want to hear you scream as my huge cock splits your cunt.”
I thrust inside her hard, making sure to hit that spot that made her lose her mind.
This time, she didn’t hold back her cries.
Her nails clawed my back and I fucking loved the sting.
My body was littered with scars I had never chosen, but I would wear her marks with pride.
Her pussy clenched down on my cock and she screamed as she came.
Heat prickled my skin as I tried to hold off the waves of pleasure building in the base of my spine.
I wanted to drag out this moment, to revel in it for eternity, but it wasn’t long before I lost control.
I bit down on her shoulder, my vision going dark with the intensity of my orgasm.
She ran her fingers through my hair. Almost involuntarily, my lips found hers. When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, her hair was a wild mess, sticking to her sweat-damp skin. I was just as wrecked.
I carried her over to the couch and sat down with her in my lap.
She slumped against my chest and pressed a kiss to my pec, pulling me deeper under her spell.
I had no idea why I was still here. I shouldn’t have stayed the first night, and I definitely shouldn’t stay for a second.
But here I was, drawn to Emma like a magnet, craving her like I needed air.