Chapter 36 Dimitri
DIMITRI
The Iron Hammer clutched his side, his nostrils flaring with each labored breath.
A sick smile spread across my face. I had definitely broken some of his ribs.
My satisfaction quickly faded at the realization that this fight was essentially over, and the restlessness inside me wasn’t even close to settling.
“Give me a good fight, you pathetic little bitch,” I snarled.
He grunted and took a clumsy swing. I dodged it easily while he was left sweating like a stuck pig.
Something dark and angry clawed inside my chest, like it was intent on destroying me from the inside out. I took a step towards my opponent to deliver the final blow when the air shifted. My skin prickled, and every cell in my body was instantly on edge before I knew why.
I turned slowly, as if a magnetic force was dragging me into its orbit. My eyes locked on her. My wife.
My. Fucking. Wife.
Her long hair fell in loose curls, spilling over her low neckline. Her tits were pushed up, full and rounded and mouthwatering, and her hand rested on the small bump of her stomach. A smirk danced on her lips as she took me in with her sultry gaze.
My skin flushed hot and a string of curses slipped through gritted teeth. How did she get here? Sergey and Konstantin flanked her on either side. My rage grew, feeding off the angry beast inside me.
And then Sienna blew me a kiss and I snapped.
I grabbed the side of the ring and jumped out. The crowd shouted, the Hammer roared, the announcer’s voice came through the speakers, but none of it mattered. Only her.
The crowd parted for me with wide eyes and anxious shouts, but Sienna stood tall and confident, not even flinching when I gripped her chin.
My nostrils flared. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I heard there was a must-see fight I couldn’t miss.”
The little quirk of her lips made my heart race. I stepped closer. “You’re such a fucking brat.”
She cocked her head. “It looks like your opponent is ready to go again.”
I stole a quick glance over my shoulder. The Hammer was still standing. Blood gushed from his nose and his chest heaved as he struggled to take a full breath, but it didn’t matter. I’d left the ring. Forfeited, for the first time in my life.
I waited for my father’s shame to wash over me, but it never came. Instead, each beat of my heart was a reminder that I was here, alive, and he wasn’t.
I turned back to Sienna. “Like fuck I’m leaving you here looking like that.”
She swayed forward until her breasts and the curve of her belly pressed against me. “Looking like what?”
My chest rumbled with something like a growl as I dug my fingers into her hips. “Like a fucking wet dream.”
“Ladies and gentlemen! We have our winner—the Iron Hammer!”
The crowd erupted in confused chaos, but Sienna paid them no mind. “Sounds like you lost.”
I rolled my eyes. “Wonder the fuck why.”
She trailed her fingers up my bare chest. “Everyone who bet on you will be pissed. It’s a good thing I placed a sizable bet on the Iron Hammer. I’ll be walking away with a hundred grand. Not bad.”
It took a beat for her words to sink in. “You what?” The clawing beast inside me threw his head back and laughed. My devious little wife.
Before she could say anything, I swung her up in my arms and carried her to the exit. Maxim, Sergey, and Konstantin surrounded us, keeping the stunned crowd from getting too close.
The cold night air hit my damp skin as we exited the club, but I still burned from the inside out.
Instead of the familiar simmer of rage, a steady thrum of excitement and anticipation filled me.
Maxim opened the car door, and I set Sienna down in the back seat before getting in.
The door shut and the privacy screen went up, separating us from the rest of the world.
“I hope your little game was worth it, malyshka.” I bracketed her body, her closeness feeding the beast inside me.
She ran her fingers through my hair, tugging me down until our lips were a hairsbreadth apart. “That depends on what happens next.”
I swore and rubbed my cheek against hers, savoring her softness. “You’re begging for punishment, aren’t you?” My hand skimmed up her thigh, forcing her legs apart until I cupped her hot pussy.
She didn’t answer, but the way she arched against my hand said it all. She was needy and dripping.
“So fucking desperate for me, Emma.”
Her eyes flared and we sank into our alternate identities...into the refuge of our play and the distance it kept between us.
With a growl, I moved to the floor of the car. She let out a soft cry when I pressed her knees back into the seat, leaving her wide open for me. She smelled so good—sweet and ripe, like a peach. I wanted her juices dripping down my chin.
I ripped through the skimpy lace of her panties and dove into her cunt, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. The beast inside me settled for the first time in days. This was the relief I sought in the ring, but now could only get from her pussy.
Each whine I dragged from her struck my chest like a bolt of electricity.
“Please,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
I gave her clit one last nip and pulled away, sitting back on my heels and licking my lips. Her soft whimpers were almost enough to make me cave, but I forced myself to stay strong. She needed to learn that she could play as many games as she wanted with me, but I would always come out on top.
I collared her throat. “Do you want to come, darling?”
She nodded, eyes glassy.
My fingers lazily stroked her pussy, creating wet little noises with each movement. “You’re so close, aren’t you? So ready to fall apart for me.”
She wiggled, hips thrusting, trying to push my fingers deeper.
I moved them away completely. “Do you remember what I told you the last time you went out dressed like a slut?”
“I’m not a slut,” she hissed, eyes flaring.
“Mmm, that’s where you’re wrong.” I leaned in closer until her face was all I could see. “You are my little slut, and your body is for my eyes only.”
The car stopped, and I wasted no time opening the door.
Sienna blinked, looking adorably confused as she realized we were back at the house.
I pulled her out of the car and carried her inside, loving how she curled into my chest and licked the salt from my throat.
I loved how obedient she became when she was desperate to come.
I walked straight into my bedroom, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that told me this was a horrible idea. That I needed to keep my distance. That we should only fuck outside the house to keep this game between us tidy.
That voice could fuck right off because my cock was a huge, straining bulge in my shorts. If I wasn’t buried inside her in the next few minutes, I would lose my mind.
I carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the floor so I could turn on the shower and strip off my clothes. Her hungry eyes took me in as she leaned back against the vanity, her eyes shamelessly raking over my body.
The air between us crackled with tension.
I prowled forward until we were almost touching, my erect cock straining against my stomach, desperate to thrust into her snug little pussy.
My hand trailed up the curves of her body until I reached her throat.
I collared it easily, squeezing each side just enough to get her attention.
To make her feel how deeply she was under my control.
“If you ever let someone see you like this again, you won’t like the consequences.”
Her brow furrowed into a cute scowl. “You don’t get to control what I wear.”
I tightened my hold on her neck. Her eyes flared with arousal and the tiniest flash of fear.
“We already went through this. That ring on your finger says you’re mine.
” I dipped down and bit the top of her breast. Her moan went straight to my cock.
Deep satisfaction, unlike anything I’d felt in years, rushed through me at the sight of my mark on her.
I couldn’t resist adding a matching bite on the other side.
“And if you want to come tonight, you will earn it on your knees.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped, but there was a breathy quality to her voice.
I grinned. “Not yet.”
I grasped her by the hips and spun her so I had access to her zipper. She braced her hands on the counter, arching her ass as I added bites down her spine with every new inch of exposed skin until she stood bare before me.
My hands explored her body, squeezing her hips and cupping the swell of her belly. Our eyes met in the mirror. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, and I looked away.
I kept my hold on her hip as I guided her into the shower.
She tipped her head back, droplets of water running down her skin and darkening her hair.
I caressed her jaw. “Part those pretty lips for me.” My nose dragged from her jaw to her ear before I dug my teeth into her earlobe.
“Repent. Show me how sorry you are for your bratty behavior.”
Her jaw tightened, and her nose scrunched the slightest bit while she sorted through her rebellion. Had I pushed too far? She let out an irritated huff before she slowly lowered to her knees. I kept my hands on her, making sure she didn’t slip as I fought to keep a satisfied smirk off my lips.
The spray of the water pelted my back, shielding her, as her eyes locked with mine and she parted her lips. I inhaled sharply and pressed my thumb inside her hot little mouth.