Chapter Twenty #2
And then he began fucking her mouth. Shallow thrusts as first, as if testing her commitment to this.
Keira practically purred and relaxed completely, taking everything he gave her, never looking away.
He cursed again, this time in English, and his strokes picked up tempo.
Dmitri stared down at her, his expression tight and almost pained, but there was something like wonder in his eyes.
“I’m close,” he gritted out.
She ran her hands down his hips to his thighs and dug her nails in a little, a silent permission to do exactly what they both wanted.
If her damn dress wasn’t in the way, she would have fingered herself to the vision of his lips parted and eyes slid closed as if he couldn’t hold it together for a second longer.
He orgasmed, her name on his lips, and she swallowed him down.
Dmitri’s grip loosened on her, but she kept sucking him, luxuriating in the feeling of his small shudders and the way his thighs shook beneath her hands.
“You will put me in an early grave.” But he said it almost fondly as he hauled her up his body and kissed her soundly. “You are a gift.”
“Or a curse, depending on who you ask.” Instead of coming out snarky like she intended, her words were breathy. Needy.
He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue and desire. “I have one modification I’d like to make to this dress.”
How the hell was he thinking about the dress at a time like this? She was so wet, she was pretty sure it drenched her inner thighs, and if she didn’t get his hands or mouth on her, Keira might be the one expiring on the spot. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders. “Sure. Whatever you want.”
She paused at the sight of him shirtless.
They’d been naked together in his bed, but it was too dark to see him properly.
She knew he had tattoos—of course he did—but seeing them was something else altogether.
She barely got a good look at the landscape piece before Dmitri let go of her and went down on one knee.
She tried not to startle at the familiar position, but at least he was distracted enough that he didn’t notice her reaction.
He ripped her dress with a sharp move, tearing across the tops of her thighs and across the back just under her ass.
“This is the length it always should have been.”
“Oh, I don’t know. That might have been trashy.” She snorted.
“Nyet.” He inched up the fabric just enough to expose her pussy. “I don’t know what would be more frustrating—knowing this part of you was locked away beneath all that fabric… or knowing you were close enough to touch but being denied it until now.”
When he talked like that, he made her sound like some kind of temptress. It had been the point of her clothing choice for tonight, but Dmitri had always looked at her the way he was now—as if he were a dog on a fraying leash, a few precious inches from the tastiest steak he’d ever seen.
He used one hand to keep her dress up and bracketed her hip with the other. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell how much you need me.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She tried and failed to keep the need out of her voice.
“Some things are worth taking your time with. Enjoying every second.” He nudged her legs apart and spread her with two fingers. “I like the look of you after you’ve sucked me down. You loved every second of that.”
“You were too gentle with me.” She regretted the words as soon as they escaped, but here in this moment with him so close, her filters suffered a critical error—not that they’d been that great to begin with.
His gaze flicked up to meet hers. “Next time, I won’t be.”
Next time.
Oh, she knew there’d be a next time. Of course there would be. But the possessive way he said as much made every nerve in her body flare with heat. She could have Dmitri over and over again. There wasn’t a limit on it.
“What’s put that look on my wife’s face?”
She considered commenting on his determination to name her as his wife, but decided to let it go.
Tonight was a special night, for better or worse.
There was no need to ruin it with petty bullshit.
Keira reached down and slid her fingers through his hair.
The casual touch thrilled her as much as the sexual ones did.
“I was thinking that I could fuck you ten times a day if I wanted to.”
Amusement flickered in his eyes and the curve of his lips. “Impossible to run an evil empire if I have my cock buried in you ten times a day.” He kissed first one hip bone and then the other. “But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“Mmm.” She sucked in a breath as his lips grazed her pubic bone. “Though if we let the evil empire run itself, eventually it’ll fall apart.”
“True.” He shifted, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder and pressing her back against the table.
It was difficult to focus with his breath ghosting across her clit, but she made a valiant effort. “I think three times a day is reasonable. It’s important to have balance.”
Dmitri nuzzled her pussy. “Your compromise is duly noted. Now, stop talking business. My wife has needs that require attention.”
“What a polite monster you are.”
He growled against her skin. “Your monster, at least in this.”
I am in over my head and sinking fast. She couldn’t bring herself to care as he licked her like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
Before she could really relax into it, he stood and spun her around.
She caught herself on the table, knocking over his glass and sending silverware flying.
Keira sucked in a breath to protest, but then Dmitri’s mouth was at the small of her back.
Oh.
He pushed her dress higher as he licked his way up her spine and then finally shoved the fabric over her head.
It hit the table with a heavy thunk, but she couldn’t bring herself to care that it would be stained beyond recognition.
Not with his hands cupping her breasts and plucking at her nipples.
He started his way down her spine again, his palm coasting over her stomach to cup her between her thighs.
He slid two fingers in her as if sure he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d welcome it with arms open wide. He’s right.
Maybe she should be ashamed of that truth.
His other hand slid up the back of her thigh, pushing her legs wider, and squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks.
He kissed one and then the other, his tongue sliding over her skin in lazy circles as he worked her pussy with his fingers.
“Tell me something, moya koroleva. Have you ever had a man here?” He traced a finger down the seam of her body.
She froze, trying to think past the pleasure he dealt her in waves. “That’s a sexist fucking question.”
His chuckle didn’t do a damn thing to help her string two thoughts together. “My mistake. Have you had a man or woman here?” He exerted the slightest pressure against her ass, not quite pushing his finger inside, but definitely testing her.
She jerked forward, which only served to shove his fingers deeper inside of her. Keira gripped the table and moaned. “You’re such a dick.”
“Nyet. I’m asking a perfectly simple question.” He nipped the upper curve of her ass. “Though I believe I have my answer.”
She was far from a virgin, but that didn’t stop a flicker of fear from starting in her chest. “Dima, I—”
“Relax.” He gave her ass one last squeeze and stroked his hand down her other leg, widening her stance further.
He pushed a third finger into her, never picking up his tempo, the slow stroke of ownership turning her on far more than it had a right to.
“Whatever you think of me, I won’t take your ass for the first time while bending you over our dinner table. ”
She tried to pick apart that statement. “Does that mean you fully intend on taking my ass in this position sometime in the future?”
His dark chuckle did nothing to calm her racing heartbeat. “Only if you ask me to.”
Though she was tempted to tell him that would never happen, Keira wasn’t anywhere near as confident of that fact as she’d like to be. She leaned over fully, bracing her forearms on the table. “I like the idea of you fucking me here, Dima. Right now.”
“When I’m ready. Not before.” His mouth closed around her clit and she moaned, grinding against his face. Dmitri sucked her gently, just as slowly and thoroughly as he’d been fucking her with his fingers.
She gripped the table so tightly, her knuckles went white. There would be no demands this time. She was at his mercy the same way he’d been at hers. All she could do was hang on for the ride.
Except Keira had never been that good at being passive.
She moaned, fighting to get the words out. “Dima, please. I want you inside me when I come.”