Chapter 24 #2
Bea relaxed her throat and let him use her, her hands braced on his thighs.
“We can discuss this at a later time Toni,” Dimitri’s voice was rough.
Bea hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm.
Dimitri’s hips jerked slightly, and she felt him throb against her tongue.
“Fuck,” Nico breathed from the couch.
Dimitri reached over and hit the speaker button on his phone, never missing a beat in the conversation. His hand stayed fisted in Bea’s hair, guiding her movements as he spoke.
“I don’t have time for this bullshit Valenti,” Dimitri said.
There was a pause, then a new voice came through. Younger, smoother, laced with amusement.
“Well, well. Dimitri Marchetti himself. Been awhile since we had a decent conversation?” Bea froze, she knew that voice.
Marco.
“Your father and I are discussing a situation,” Dimitri said, his tone clipped. “One of my men accused one of yours of theft and got into it. I’m taking care of it on my end, you better take care of yours!” He commanded on a hurried breath ending with a groan.
“And let me guess,” Marco said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re butt hurt because our boy put a whooping on yours?”
“Go fuck yourself Marco!” Dimitri said.
Bea pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around Dimitri’s cock. She glanced up at him, and he was staring down at her with dark, possessive intensity.
He thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag and her eyes watered.
“Well, here’s a fact for you,” Marco said. “We didn’t steal shit a long time ago. Maybe you should take a deeper look in your own kingdom D. I have a good dog trainer that would help train your men.”
Dimitri’s hand tightened in Bea’s hair. He pulled her off his cock and hauled her to her feet. Bea barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around and bent her over the desk.
“What the-” Bea started, but Dimitri cut her off.
He grabbed the waistband of her leggings and ripped them down to her thighs in one brutal motion. Then he positioned himself behind her and shoved inside her in one hard thrust.
Bea cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk.
“Fuck,” Dimitri growled, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm.
On the phone, Marco laughed. “What the hell is going on over there, Marchetti? Did we interrupt sexy time, who is it? Someone I know? What about that sexy woman you hired to find your bad egg, do you got her bouncing on your cock?” She knew what he was doing, he was definitely trying to get a rise out of him.
Then he continued, “D, are you being a good big brother and sharing with your siblings?”
Bea’s face flushed. She rolled her eyes even as Dimitri fucked her harder, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force.
Of course Marco would say something like that, she wasn’t worried though. Marco would never out her. He’d never hurt her like that.
“That’s it,” Killian muttered from the couch. He stood abruptly, his massive frame radiating tension. He crossed the room in three long strides, grabbed the phone off the desk, and growled into it.
“Fuck off, Valenti.” Then he hung up, the line going dead.
Dimitri didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked Bea harder.
His cock driving into her with brutal precision.
She could feel him everywhere, filling her, stretching her, claiming her.
“You think you’re so fucking cute,” Dimitri growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“Coming in here and doing that when I’m on an important call? ”
Bea gasped, her nails digging into the desk. “I-”
“Looks like you need to be punished, baby.”
He pulled out suddenly, and Bea whimpered at the loss.
But before she could protest, Dimitri grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back on the desk as she wiggled to help him get her more comfortable.
Papers scattered, a pen clattered to the floor.
He shoved her legs apart and thrust back inside her, his eyes locked on hers.
“You want to play games?” Dimitri said, his voice rough. “Fine. Let’s play.”
From the couch, Nico let out a shaky breath. “I need to leave. Or join in. I haven’t decided yet.”
Killian shot him a look. “Shut up and watch kinky boy.”
Bea’s head fell back, her body arching as Dimitri fucked her with relentless intensity. She could feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.
“Dimitri,” she gasped. “I’m-”
“Not yet,” he growled. “You don’t come until I say so.”
Bea whimpered, her hands fisting in his shirt. “Please-”
“Beg me.” He gritted out. His own pace stuttering just the smallest bit.
“Please,” Bea whispered. “Please, Dimitri, I need to come. Please let me come. I’ll be good. Please.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. Pushing up on her belly a little, he reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Bea shattered.
She came with a broken cry, her body convulsing around him. Dimitri followed seconds later, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her with a guttural groan.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Then Nico spoke.
“So,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Are we going to talk about the fact that Marco Valenti just heard Bea getting fucked?”
Dimitri pulled out slowly, his gaze still locked on Bea’s flushed face. “No,” he said simply. “We’re not.”
Killian crossed his arms. “How did he know she is working for us?”
“Word gets around fast in this world,” Dimitri said.
Bea sat up slowly, wincing slightly. She pulled her leggings back up and tried to smooth her hair. “Dimitri, you know you shouldn’t be fucking someone during an important phone call. That kind of gives you a bad look, not good for business.” She smirked, daring to look him in his eyes.
Dimitri’s eye and lip twitched. “And whose fault is that?”
Bea grinned. “100% Mine.”
“Damn right.”
Nico stood from the couch, adjusting his glasses. “I’m going to need a minute. Or ten.”
Killian snorted. “You and me both.”
Bea leaned against the desk, her legs still shaky. She looked at the three of them. Dimitri with his disheveled hair and satisfied smirk, Killian with his arms crossed and his eyes dark with arousal, Nico with his flushed face and his slutty little glasses.
“So,” Bea said, her voice light. “Anyone want to order dinner?”
All three of them stared at her. Then Dimitri laughed, a real, genuine sound that made Bea’s chest tighten.
“You’re going to be the death of us,” he said.
Bea smiled. “Probably, but hopefully not until much later into our relationship.” But as she looked at them, she felt something settle in her chest. Something warm and terrifying and real. She was theirs, and they were hers.
Whatever came next; chaos, danger, complications, they’d face it together. Even if it meant playing with fire.