Chapter 20 Dimitri #2
I look up at her face and see the resolve in her eyes.
It's something she's thought of a lot.
She's confident in her conviction.
"No… Why?"
This isn't something I expected.
I rescued her to be with her, to have her here.
I can't just let her leave now.
I don’t care who she is.
Her value to me is the impact she has on my heart, not what she could mean strategically for my family.
"Why not?"
She steps toward me now with her hands spread wide.
"You said it yourself. I'm a liability. I've brought you nothing but trouble since the moment we met."
Tears brim again in her eyes, and it guts me.
I grab her wrists and pull her against me hard enough that she gasps.
My face bends close to hers, and I can see my own reflection in her eyes.
"I went into that warehouse knowing they might kill me for you. Because I shot two men in the head and I'd shoot twenty more if that's what it took to get you out. Because the thought of losing you made me stupid in ways that should've gotten me killed."
Her breath comes fast and shallow.
"Dimitri—"
"You're mine, Katya."
My words are an oath, sealed in blood and permanent.
I will not give her up.
"I don't care what your name is or what pact your father made. You belong to me now, and anyone who tries to take you will die for it."
I kiss her then with all the violence and desperation of the past few hours compressed into a single point.
She kisses me back with equal ferocity, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls herself up into me.
The blood on her face smears against my cheek.
I don't care.
My hands slide down her back, gripping her ass hard enough to make her gasp into my mouth.
I lift her off the floor, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively as I carry her toward the bedroom.
Our tongues clash, and I can taste the salt of her tears mixed with the metallic tang of blood.
It's raw and real, and it makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
"Fuck, Katya," I growl against her lips as I kick the bedroom door open.
"I thought I'd never see you again. I need you."
She moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Mmm, I thought I was going to die too…"
I drop her onto the bed, and she bounces once before I'm on her, pawing at her torn shirt.
The fabric rips easily under my hands, exposing her bra and the smooth skin beneath.
Her breasts heave with each breath, nipples already hard and straining against the lace.
I yank the bra down, freeing them, and my mouth descends on one peak, sucking hard while my hand pinches the other.
"Yes," she whimpers, arching her back.
"More."
I oblige, grazing my teeth over her nipple, then biting down just enough to make her whine.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips grind up against my thigh.
I can feel the heat of her pussy through her pants, and when her hand rubs my crotch through my jeans, I growl into her skin.
"Give it to me," she begs, her voice breathy and desperate.
I pull back, stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside.
Her eyes rake over my chest, lingering on the tattoos and scars. She reaches for my belt, fumbling with it, but I push her hands away to do it myself.
But I get distracted by how badly I want her and end up undressing her instead.
I hook my fingers into her waistband and yank her pants down, along with her panties.
She's bare before me, her pussy glistening with arousal, pink and swollen.
I spread her legs wide, settling between them, and drag my fingers along her slit in one long, slow stroke.
"Dimitri!" she groans, her hips bucking up.
"Oh, fuck, don't stop."
Her moans fill the room as I lean over her trying to swallow them all with my kisses.
"Yes, yes, right there. Finger me deeper. Oh God, I'm going to come."
I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that makes her whole body tense as I rub her clit with my thumb.
She explodes, her pussy pulsing around my digits, her cries echoing off the walls.
I kiss her through it, drawing out every tremor until she's panting and boneless beneath me.
And when our kissing slows and her body is limp and pliable, I strip her the rest of the way and roll off the bed to undress.
Katya watches me as I shed the remainder of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and when I stroke myself a few times she reaches for me.
I let her take my hand and pull me back to bed where I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick moisture.
She whimpers, wrapping her legs around me.
"I realized something," she says as I begin rocking my hips, teasing her entrance.
"What's that?"
My dick aches to be in her, but I draw it out, watching her jolt every time my head dips in.
"That I started to care about you, and that when they said they'd use me to get back at you, I wanted you to run, not rescue me."
Her words are sincere.
I can see it in her eyes, and it makes my chest flood with emotion.
"I would never leave you there to die alone."
With one thrust, I bury myself inside her until she gasps.
She's tight, so fucking tight, she fits me like a glove.
We both groan at the sensation, her nails raking down my back.
"God, you're perfect," I rasp, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in.
"This pussy was made for my cock."
"Yes," she pants, meeting my thrusts.
"You feel incredible."
My thrusts are met by every dip and arch of her hips, and every jolt makes her tits bounce.
I watch her head arch upward and her eyes flutter shut.
Her mouth is agape with pleasure while I drive into her.
"Fuck, yes. You're so deep."
Sweat slicks our skin, and our panting steams the air.
I hook one of her legs over my arm, changing the angle, hitting her even deeper.
"I wish I could go deeper, stretch you until I can bury myself in your womb."
"I'm yours," she moans.
"All yours. Stretch me. Ruin me for anyone else."
Her words push a button that makes me want to blow on the spot and I roll us over so she's on top.
She straddles me, sinking down onto my length with a gasp.
Her hands brace on my chest as she starts to ride me, grinding her hips in circles.
"Oh, fuck, this feels amazing," she says, her head thrown back.
"God, I missed you."
"Ride me harder," I order, gripping her hips and thrusting up to meet her.
"Bounce on it. Show me how much you want it."
She does, her ass slapping against my thighs as she picks up speed.
Her pussy clenches around me with every downward motion and I reach between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles.
"Come again," I demand.
"Squeeze my dick, Katya."
"Yes, Dimitri! I'm coming… oh God, yes!"
She shatters around me, her walls fluttering, pulling me deeper.
I grit my teeth, holding back my own release as she rides out her orgasm.
Jolts and convulsions erupt in her muscles, followed by gasping and spitting through her teeth as the powerful waves of pleasure crash over and over.
When she collapses forward, I roll us again, pulling out and flipping her onto her hands and knees.
"Ass up," I say, slapping her cheek lightly.
"I want to fuck you from behind."
She complies, arching her back and presenting herself to me.
Her pussy drips with our combined arousal, and I slide back in easily, groaning at the new angle.
"So tight like this," I mutter, gripping her hips.
"You love it, don't you? Love my cock owning your pussy."
"Fuck… yes," she cries, pushing back against me.
"That thing… When you spank me… Do it…" she gasps, panting again.
I do, landing a firm smack on her ass that makes her yelp and clench around me.
Then another, the skin turning pink under my hand, and I feel like I’m about to lose it.
"You're dripping all over me," I say.
"Such a wet, needy girl."
"Harder," she begs.
"Please… faster…"
The words push me closer to the edge.
I wrap one hand in her hair, pulling her head back as I drive into her.
"You want my cum? Beg for it."
"Please, Dimitri," she whimpers.
"Come inside me. I need it so bad."
I can't hold back anymore.
With a deep growl of satisfaction, I bury myself deep and explode, pumping wads of hot cum into her.
She moans, clenching around me, drawing out every drop.
"Yes, fill me… Oh, fuck, it's hot."
We collapse together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
But even as the aftershocks fade, I'm not satisfied.
I know I'm never going to be satisfied with this woman.
I'm going to need her more and more, every day the rest of my life, but I don't know how to tell her that yet.
Katya curls against my chest, and I hold her tightly with my arms locked around her as if I can keep her there through force of will alone.
She fits against me perfectly, her breathing gradually slowing to match my own.
"I won't lose you again," I say into her hair.
The words are both promise and threat.
I know she doesn't receive them that way because she stays limp and relaxed against me, but I won't let her walk away now.
I need her.
She presses her face against my shoulder.
"Then don't let go."
I tighten my grip until she makes a small sound of protest.
Only then do I ease back enough to let her breathe.
My mind is already working through the problems ahead.
The Radich’s will not stop with one failed attempt.
Other families will hear about Ekaterina Morozova and come looking for ways to use her name.
I'll have to move carefully, making it clear that she's under my protection while managing the political fallout from the old pact.
And then there's the problem of finding her family, convincing them that the Vetrovs haven't reneged on the agreement.
That one could take a bit of convincing.
But those are problems for tomorrow.
Tonight, she's alive and in my arms and I can breathe without the weight of her absence crushing my chest.
I run my hand down her spine and feel her shiver against me.
"Your mother in Perm. Does she know you're here?"
"No. I haven't spoken to her in years." Katya's voice carries guilt.
"I thought if I stayed away, I’d be happier…"
"We'll bring her to Moscow. Put her somewhere secure."
I feel her tense, and I keep talking before she can protest.
"The Radich’s knew who you were, which means others will know too. Your mother is leverage someone will try to use. I won't give them the chance."
She's quiet for a long moment.
Then she nods against my chest.
"Okay. But you have to promise she'll be safe."
"She'll be safer than you were tonight."
The memory of finding her locked up and bleeding sends fresh anger through me.
"No one touches you again. No one takes you. I'll burn this whole city down first."
She tilts her head back to look at me.
Her eyes search my face for something I can’t name.
"You really mean that."
It’s not a question, but I answer anyway.
"Yes."
She kisses me again, softer this time but no less intense.
I roll her beneath me and lose myself in her warmth, letting the outside world fade away until nothing exists except the two of us and the promises we make in the darkness.