Chapter 25
Dmitri
I love getting what I want.
When Monday arrives, all I can think about is Cara and the agreement that we finally came to. Before I get shackled to the selfish princess, I’ll get a taste of what I’ve been craving for weeks now.
Well, more than a taste. And I know it’ll be worth every penny.
I head into my office to find her already there, my heart racing at the sight of her.
Cara looks up from tucking a small stack of papers into a clasp envelope, a smile crossing her lips. It’s not rare for her to smile at me, but what really takes my breath away is the bold red lipstick that she’s wearing today that matches a new dress.
What is she trying to do to me?
“Good morning, Dmitri,” Cara greets me as she turns toward me.
“You’re here early,” I comment as I adjust my slim black tie and walk over to her, my pulse already erratic.
Cara gestures to all the documents and clasp envelopes on my desk. “I wanted to organize some paperwork. Business is going well for you.”
I stop next to my desk, only a few feet separating us. “You’re one of the reasons for that.”
There’s a waver in her casual, flirty expression. A blip of touched disbelief. She acts like she’s never been praised for her work before.
Cara then smiles, her teeth briefly pressing into her bottom lip. “I’m just doing my job.”
I lean closer to her, heat moving low in my body as I watch her brief but delicate bite. It drives me crazy when she bites her lip like that. “I’m pretty sure that half of the things that you do for me now weren’t in the original job description.”
Cara suddenly takes a step forward, her body only inches from mine. She reaches up and gently grabs the lapel of my black suit jacket, her eyes lifting to mine. “I’m flexible.”
Fuck.
I thought that I could at least hold out until I got some work done, waiting until the end of the day like she wanted, but my self-control diminishes by the second as my eyes settle on her alluring lips.
“You knew what you were doing wearing that lipstick and that dress today,” I tell her.
Cara’s brow furrows as she feigns an innocent look. “What am I doing?”
I reach up and slide my hand up the back of her neck under her hair, coaxing her closer to me until her chest presses against mine. “Tempting me.”
“Is it working?” Cara asks, her voice coming out as a borderline whisper.
“I can’t stop thinking about being inside your mouth,” I say as I tighten my grip on her, coaxing a faint moan from her. “So, yeah, I’d say it’s working.”
The corners of her lips lift, and I swear that I can see the excitement light up her eyes. She’s been denying me for so long now, torturing me every single damn day.
“How much?” I ask her.
“For what exactly?”
I smirk at her. “How much to show me what those pretty lips of yours can do?”
A faint pink flush crosses her cheeks. “Just my lips?”
“For today,” I reply as I slide my hand around to cup her cheek, my thumb grazing her plush bottom lip.
Cara hums under her breath as if she’s intrigued. “Right here? Right now?”
“I’m not a very patient man, milaya,” I say. “Name your price.”
Cara sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she thinks, and that nearly snaps my control on the spot.
“Do you expect me to…swallow?” she asks, nearly bringing me to my knees. “If so, that’ll cost extra.”
Jesus.
“Name. Your. Price,” I grit out.
“Ten thousand dollars,” she says. “In cash.”
“Done,” I reply without hesitation. I move my hand to her shoulder and push her down to her knees in front of me, my head already filling with a lust haze that’s dizzying.
Cara reaches up and undoes my belt and pants, her fingers moving deftly. Her breathing has already quickened as she moves with determination, fueled not just by our agreement, but her own desire as well.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself.
I didn’t lock the door, but there’s no way in hell that I’m stopping her now. From this point on, I should probably tell Karly not to enter my office until I beckon her inside.
Cara pulls down my black boxer briefs enough to free my erection, her fingers wrapping around the thick base to slowly stroke me. She lifts her eyes to mine and I cup the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer. Her tongue glides up the underside of my shaft, teasing me.
I throb at the sight. At the sensation. “Fuck, you look so good on your knees for me.”
Cara teasingly swirls her tongue around my crown, her eyes not leaving mine.
She finally takes mercy on me and slides her lips over me, drawing a low groan that I can’t stop.
It’s too loud for the office, but I can’t contain it.
Her cheeks hollow as she takes in more inches, her mouth feeling like paradise.
Hot. Soft. Wet.
I tilt my head back to draw in a deep breath through my nose, having to steady myself as the pleasure ramps up quicker than expected. I’ve fantasized about this way too often, and now that it’s finally happening, she’s making it hard to last.
“More. I know you can do it,” I encourage her as I look back down at her, watching her hand stroke what her lips haven’t reached.
Cara’s eyes narrow with determination. She grabs the front of my thighs and slides her lips farther down my cock, taking me into her throat.
“Good girl,” I gasp as she holds there for a few seconds before pulling off, applying suction.
Her lips glisten as she licks the underside of me, breathing heavily. Before I can even get my bearings, she dives back in again, moving her head faster.
“Fuck!” I thread my fingers through her hair, my body tensing, hips bucking. It feels too good. Way too damn good.
“You’ve tortured me for days. Weeks,” I tell her as I tighten my grip in her hair. I thrust deep into her mouth until her eyes become teary. “Teased me and left me aching. But I knew you wanted this. I knew you wanted to be mine.”
Cara hums what sounds like her agreement around me, the vibrations shuttling me even faster to the edge. She sinks her nails into my thighs as my hips pump faster, no longer in my control as I chase my release.
“You’re so damn good at that, milaya,” I praise her, knowing how much she loves it. “Fucking perfect.”
I bury myself deep in her throat one last time before I come undone.
Tears slip from Cara’s eyes as she looks up at me and swallows everything that I give her.
My head feels light and dizzy by the time I pull myself out of her mouth, my heart pounding.
This was exactly what I needed.
And I can’t resist rubbing my thumb over her damp lips. “Worth every penny,” I tell her.
She’s worth more than any number that she could ever give me.
Cara catches her breath as she sits there on her knees, her lips swollen and glistening. I’ve ruined her lipstick, but her lips still turn up in a satisfied smile as she dabs at the corners of her mouth.
I adjust my clothes before holding my hand out to her.
Cara looks up at me, her eyes darker than normal. She places her hand in mine but doesn’t let me pull her to her feet.
Instead, she tugs me down to the floor with her. I gladly go with a smile on my face. As soon as I’m kneeling in front of her, our mouths crash together in a bruising kiss. She wants me to taste her triumph. And I already need more.
I have to know if she enjoyed going down on me as much as I think she did. That it was about more than the money.
I tackle her down with me on the carpet, rolling us until I’m on my back. Cara laughs as I haul her up my body by her thighs.
“Dmitri! What are you doing?” she whispers when she’s straddling my face.
“Repaying the favor,” I tell her. Shoving her skirt up to her waist, I groan at the sight of her red lace thong, her arousal obvious. My palms squeeze her ass cheeks to bring her pussy closer to my mouth. Even her inner thighs are slick.
“Dmitri!” Cara calls out above me when I hook a finger in her panties to tug them to the side. The first swipe of my tongue has her freezing above me.
For a moment, I think I’ve gone too far, that I misread things between us.
But then her fingers slide into my hair and tug my face to her body.
As soon as I stick my tongue out again, her body seeks it out. Her hips swivel, bounce, and rock in time with her moans until finally… “Yes! Right there!”
“Shhh,” I remind her with a grin before I give her what she needs. The tip of my tongue lashes at her clit, coaxing more moans and whimpers from her before dancing away, over and over again.
“Stop teasing me, you dirty son of a bitch.”
I chuckle at her insult, even though I know we need to be quiet. And I can’t resist spreading her wider with my hands on her ass cheeks, slipping one lower to see if she’s as hot and tight as I imagined. My finger buries inside her slowly from behind…
“Oh! Oh, God,” she whispers.
I add another finger while sucking on her clit.
“Mmm. I’m so close, Dmitri.”
“Come for me, milaya,” I demand while I keep working her over.
Unable to resist, I give her ass a swift slap with my free hand, the sound loud in the quiet office. It instantly sets off her release. “Oh God! OH!”
I’d prefer to hear her scream my name, but it’s still music to my ears as I lap at her through her tremors. Her slick body squeezes around my pumping fingers so tight I get hard again.
Her hips refuse to quit moving through the aftershocks. Still shuddering and panting, she grips my hair in her fingers to tilt my face up to hers. I’m not sure what I expected her to say after that, but it wasn’t, “I’m not paying you a penny, even if your tongue is magic.”
A burst of laughter escapes me. While I continue licking her clean, making her squirm, I tell her, “I would’ve paid you to let my magic tongue devour this sweet pussy. Too bad you didn’t think to ask.”
“Yeah, too bad,” she agrees with a smile before she climbs off me.
Once we’re both on our feet, our clothing fixed, my eyes linger on hers for a moment, and I don’t even know what to say now. I want more of her, of us, but we have work to do.
I step behind my desk before kneeling down. Beneath my desk, I pull back the ornate rug. Underneath, there’s a safe built into the floor where I keep emergency essentials. Only I know the code.
I put in the combination and slide open the small safe door, peering down at the passports, some other documents, and numerous bands of money. I pull out a little extra before shutting the case and concealing it.
I stand up to see Cara remaining by my desk, patiently waiting while still recovering. I hold the money out to her. “Fifteen thousand dollars. You shouldn’t undersell yourself, Cara.”
Amusement glints in her eyes as she takes the stack of cash from me. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”
“I could say the same. Your mouth is…” I begin, holding her gaze before light laughter breaks from both of us. “I’ll pay triple that for an entire night.”
She laughs. “An entire night of you in my mouth? No thank you, sir.”
“An entire night letting me have you all the ways I’ve been dreaming about since you walked through the door,” I explain.
Cara’s silent for a moment, before she says, “I’ll think about it. Let’s stick to arrangements in the office for now.”
“In that case, we really should get to work,” I agree. “You can take some time to go clean up and get yourself whatever you want from the café, but I need you back here soon.”
Cara tilts her head at me curiously. All signs of our previous intimacy is gone, replaced by the eager assistant. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“My men haven’t been able to identify the shooters yet,” I admit in frustration.
We don’t typically fail like this. Not with the connections and the skills that we have.
“I’d like to capture and question some of the men from other families in the area to see if they were involved in the shooting or not. ”
“Other families like…” Cara trails off in confusion.
“Outside of the Bratva. The Italians. The Irish. Whoever the hell I can find,” I tell her. “I have some leads on some members that I can question, but I need your help figuring out where I can pin them down. A bar they frequent. A school their kids go to. Can you help me do that?”
Cara hesitates for a moment, which makes me frown. Usually, she’s down for anything. Literally. “I can.”
“You don’t seem so sure,” I remark.
Cara smiles and shakes her head. “I’m sure. I’m just still a little off balance from…earlier.”
She does look quite flushed after her orgasm.
A smug grin crosses my face as I tell her, “Go get something to eat. Be ready to work when you get back.”
Cara gives me a coy look over her shoulder as she heads toward the double doors. “Whatever you need from me, sir.”
Once she leaves my office, I drop down into my chair with a slow exhale, feeling wired. I’ve been wanting her for what feels like an eternity, and now that I’ve had her once, I can’t stop thinking about her and all the things that we can do together.
Maybe I’m na?ve, but I think this is about more than the money for Cara. At least I hope it is, because this doesn’t feel like scratching an itch and moving on.
When it comes to her, I fear I may be insatiable.