Chapter Twenty
Dmitri waited for Keira’s condemnation. He expected it, considering what he’d just admitted.
Perhaps he should have played things smarter, should have wooed her with soft words and sincere promises, should have kissed her to distract from their conversation and let things progress physically from there.
That wasn’t who he was.
He didn’t hide in the shadows. He didn’t flinch at what was required of him. He simply took care of business and moved on.
Still, it was a small leap of faith to lay that before her so baldly.
She was right to accuse him of the shit he’d done to her family, because it was all true.
He made no apologies, though. They brought him to her, and she was worth every single action.
Despite everything, he’d never directly hurt a single person she cared about, and that was the only thing he couldn’t come back from.
Keira ran her hands down his chest and back up again. “I don’t know if I’m more disgusted with myself or with you that none of that is enough to make me turn away.”
He exhaled slowly. “There is no turning away from this.” It wasn’t strictly true, but she fit too well into this life to do anything else. She’d had her chance to get out—several of them over the years—and she’d never taken that step. Because she didn’t want to.
That, at least, he was sure of.
“Then I suppose I had better embrace it.” She undid his top button slowly and dragged her fingertips down to the next to repeat the action. “I’m still not sure I like you very much.”
“No lies between us.” He trapped her wrists, holding her hands against him. “You like me very much.”
She blinked those big hazel eyes at him. “I like parts of you, at least.”
Dmitri laughed, the sound surprising him. “I suppose a man has to start somewhere.”
“I know the perfect place.” She extracted her hands from his grasp and undid his slacks.
Keira started to go to her knees, but he caught her elbows and kept her on her feet. “Nyet, moya korleva. You are a motherfucking queen, and you go to your knees for no man—not even me.”
She tilted her head to the side even as she slid her hand into his slacks and grasped his cock. “You were just on your knees for me less than twenty-four hours ago.”
And he’d loved every single fucking second of it.
“That’s different.” As she was so fond of pointing out, he had all the power and she only had what he gave her.
His going into a temporarily submissive position changed nothing.
Her newfound role was too fragile, and he refused to do something to create a repeat of the night before.
He’d already misjudged things and spooked her—several times. He wouldn’t allow it to happen again.
“Dmitri Romanov, are you trying to handle me?” She kept one hand on his cock, casually stroking, and flattened the other against his chest.
“That would be unwise of me.” Even if it was exactly what he was doing.
“Yes, it would.” She exerted the slightest bit of pressure, backing him up a step, and then another, until he felt the chair behind him. “Sit, boy.”
“Keira—”
“Think twice before you say whatever you’re about to say.” She gripped his cock harder and leaned into him, the rhinestones of her dress pressing hard against his chest. “Sit down, Dmitri. Sucking your cock isn’t going to magically make me something I’m not, and I’m dying for a taste of you.”
His chest tightened in something he couldn’t put into words. “That’s not what was on the menu.”
“One little blow job isn’t going to ruin your ability to own my pussy for the night.
” She kissed his neck, speaking her next words against his skin.
“But it is going to have me aching for you even more than I already am. Be good and sit down right now, and I’ll hold off fingering myself while I suck you. ”
“You aren’t a woman. You’re a goddamn siren.”
“Da.” She pushed him again, and this time he let her guide him back into the chair.
Keira braced herself on the back of the chair and gave him a few more strokes.
“It’s really not fair that you have a perfect cock in addition to everything else.
I mean, I know being a gentleman-murderer is a check in the negative column, but the balance is still in your favor.
” She let go of him and lifted the hem of her dress enough that she was able to go to her knees between his thighs.
With her this close, he didn’t bother to resist the temptation to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs. “My perfect cock is at your disposal.”
“I know.”
The words, simply stated, shot through him. Dmitri tipped her chin with two fingers. “I’m yours, Keira, and you are mine.”
She gave a sexy little smirk. “I won’t freak out again. Now stop stalling. Sit back and shut up while I have some fun.”
He laughed again. “Do your worst.”
“I intend to.” She gripped his cock and licked the tip, her gaze never leaving his face. “Tell me something.”
“Mmm.”
“What does moya koroleva mean?”
She could have looked it up easily enough, but he liked that she was pushing him for the translation. He laced his fingers through her hair and pulled it back from her face so he had a clear view. “It means ‘my queen.’”
Her victorious grin was reward enough. “Oh, Dmitri, I’m going to make it so good for you. You don’t even know.” Before he could respond, she sucked his cock into her mouth.
His thoughts shorted out. Fuck, his ability to do anything but sit there and take what she was doing to him disappeared.
Keira went after his cock as if she truly needed it.
She gently dragged her teeth up him and then flicked his head with her tongue.
Seeing her red, red lips closed around his length was an image he’d never forget until the day he died.
She pinned him with her gaze, the defiance in her eyes telling him she knew the effect she had on him.
Dmitri fought to keep his eyes open and not miss a single second of this experience.
He smoothed his thumbs over her temples as he shifted his grip on her hair.
“You’re as beautiful like this as you are doing everything you do. ”
She moved off his cock just enough to say, “You’re pretty beautiful like this, too, Dmitri.”
“Dima.”
She paused. “Dima?”
He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but the words were pulled from him, as slow and sticky as taffy. “The people I care about call me Dima.”
“Dima.” She said it as if tasting it. Tasting him. Keira flashed him a brilliant smile. “I like it. Now stop distracting me and let me have my filthy way with you.”
Keira sucked Dmitri’s cock like her life depended on it.
Easier to focus on the feel of his thick length in her mouth and throat than to try to unpack her feelings about his allowing her to call him Dima.
Dima. The name didn’t fit… and yet it did.
Dmitri was cold and distant, the man she’d known up until moving in with him.
Dima was… something else altogether. Dima was the quiet pain on his face when he caught her about to drink on the floor of her bathroom.
Dima was the man who sat across the table from her and told her about his lonely childhood.
Dima was his fingers in her hair and his face tense as he watched her give him the blow job of a lifetime.
She might not know how she felt about Dmitri, but she liked Dima a whole hell of a lot.
Focus on the here and now. Deal with the rest later.
Right now was about enjoying the feel and taste of him and very carefully not thinking too hard about anything else. She sucked harder, taking him deeper. More. I need more.
“Keira. Moya koroleva. I’m close.”
She knew. She could tell by the way his cock swelled against her tongue and his fingers tightened in her hair as if trying to maintain control.
She released him, slow and steady, and the way relief warred with need would have made her laugh under different circumstances.
“Dima.” Oh yes, she liked the way his name felt on her tongue.
“Da?”
He expected her to demand her orgasm before they had sex. She could tell from the hungry way his gaze fell to her breasts and then lower. He had wanted her for dessert, after all.
Too damn bad.
She gave his cock a slow stroke with her fist. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Come for me.”
His gray eyes widened and then closed for a breath. “You will be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go.” She grinned because she knew she had him. He wanted her pleasure, but he enjoyed the hell out of what she was doing to him, and there was something just downright dirty about her demand that he had to love as much as she did. “Up, Dima.”
She scooted back a few inches and tugged on his cock. His brows slanted down. “You can’t simply use my name to get whatever you want whenever you want it.”
“Can’t I?” Another tug and he pushed to his feet, his fingers still tangled in her hair.
Looking up Dmitri’s body while she was on her knees had her pussy tightening in anticipation.
Tonight wouldn’t end when he came the first time.
From the forbidding expression on his face, he had all sorts of payback planned for her, and she couldn’t wait to experience it.
Keira held his gaze as she took his cock back into her mouth, sucking him deep.
She silently challenged him to do exactly what she’d demanded, and he cursed long and hard in Russian.
Or at least she thought it was a curse. It sure as hell had the right tone for it.
Abruptly, his grip tightened on her hair, forcing her still.