Chapter Fifteen #2
Dmitri inhaled sharply, and his gray eyes seemed to swallow up the light in the room. “You can’t dodge hard questions forever, moya koroleva.”
“I know. But I’m dodging them tonight.” It was easier to rattle off the words with a confidence she didn’t feel when he was looking at her like that. She took a step toward him, and then another.
His lips quirked even as he raked a look over her from the top of her head to her toes. “We tried this already, and it went poorly.”
“My fault.” She could offer him that truth.
They’d already talked about it, after all.
Keira skirted the desk and moved into the small space between his chair and the polished wood.
Dmitri didn’t retreat, which left his face in line with her breasts.
Feeling almost shy, she cautiously reached out and stroked her fingers through his dark hair. “It won’t happen again.”
He closed his eyes, not quite leaning into her touch. “It’s challenging to argue with you while you’re naked and I can scent our sex on your skin.”
She kind of loved how his accent got thicker when he was turned on. Keira kept stroking his hair. He wasn’t going to turn her down, and they both knew it, but she was willing to let him take his time coming to that conclusion. “I’ll remember that.”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” He opened his eyes and tilted his face up to meet her gaze. The move had his breath ghosting across her nipples, and she shivered. Dmitri noted the move the same way he seemed to note everything in his vicinity. “You chose earlier.”
“I did.” She might not have liked what he’d said while they were fucking—or been proud of her reaction to it—but she’d made the choice to get them there despite his cautioning her otherwise. Keira traced a finger along the shell of his ear. “I’m choosing now, too.”
Still, he didn’t touch her. “Make no mistake, Keira. You’re mine.
You may not like hearing it, but it’s the truth.
You see it as my wanting to put a collar around your neck.
That’s not what being mine means.” He shifted to take her left hand and lifted it between them.
Her giant ring gleamed unnaturally bright in the low light.
Dmitri stroked his thumb over the backs of her fingers.
“You took my ring. You’ll take my name. You are my wife. ”
“All that means—”
“Let me finish.”
He twisted his hold until his hand was on top.
It was only then that she realized he wore a ring, too.
Should have noticed that before now. It was thick silver with a darker silver band in the middle of it.
Nothing close to as flashy as hers, but she’d bet it was damn near unbreakable—it didn’t look like normal silver. So typically Dmitri.
He lifted his ring finger and let it drop. “I wear a ring, too. We are meant to play different roles in this and my men will always answer to me first, but that doesn’t mean your role is the lesser of the two. You are mine, yes, but I am yours as well.”
Yours.
“Mine.” She tried the word out, liking how it fit. But she wasn’t about to let him take full control of this the same way he had on everything else—no matter how attractive she found the idea. “I’m hyphenating my name.”
Dmitri barked out a laugh, the sound shocking in its authenticity. He lifted her onto the desk and slid his chair closer, forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate him. “O’Malley-Romanov.”
She didn’t actually care one way or another, but she liked pushing his buttons. “I don’t know. Romanov-O’Malley kind of has a nice ring to it.”
Dmitri guided her feet up to the armrests of his chair and then pushed her knees out, leaving her totally exposed.
“I’ll make you a bargain.” There was nothing in his tone to show he was affected by having her in this position, but his eyes burned hot, and his touch was almost reverent as he coasted his hands from her ankles up the outside of her legs, and then around to her inner thighs.
Yes, yes, yes. She had to work to keep her anticipation in check and forced her voice to sound as polite and distant as his. “I’m all ears.”
“If you can keep from coming until two, you can have the order your way.” His lips curved in a wicked smile. “But if you cannot hold out, you will be Keira O’Malley-Romanov.”
She kind of liked the ring to that, but she refused to give in on principle. She checked the clock. “I don’t know, Romanov. You only gave yourself five minutes. I can last that long.”
“We shall see, won’t we?” He kissed the side of her knee. It was a chaste touch as such things went—there wasn’t even a hint of tongue—but she felt it like a bolt to her core.
Keira clamped her lips together to keep a moan inside as he dragged his mouth up her inner thigh.
Dmitri took his time as if he wasn’t the least bit worried about the seconds ticking down to her victory.
He licked the dip at the top of her thigh and then pressed his face to her pussy and inhaled deeply.
He growled in Russian against the most private part of her as if telling her all the things he planned on doing to her.
It shouldn’t be so hot to hear him speak his native language against the most private part of her… except, she couldn’t think of a single thing hotter. Keira gripped the edge of the desk and fought to hold perfectly still.
He ran his tongue reverently over her, exploring her folds.
Tasting her. Savoring her. Dmitri used his thumbs to part her.
“You are beautiful everywhere, moya koroleva. But a man could become addicted to seeing this little bud swell for him.” He breathed on her clit.
“So responsive. So fucking sexy. I could spend a lifetime fucking this pretty pussy with my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I’ll never get enough of you. ”
“Dmitri.” His name came as a whimper instead of the command she’d been aiming for. She cast a wild glance at the clock. Two minutes to go. I am so fucking screwed.
As if sensing her thoughts, Dmitri spread her folds and circled her clit with his tongue.
Once, twice, and then flicks that had her crying out.
It was too much and not enough, and the seconds ticking down only made the whole thing immeasurably hotter.
He pushed two fingers into her, pumping slowly as if he had all the time in the world while he worked her with his tongue.
She looked down her body and found those gray eyes on her, hot and possessive. It was too much. She’d never stood a chance to begin with. Keira dug her fingers into his hair and came with his name on her tongue.