He’s not wearing a shirt, and his chest is bare, warm, perfect.
“Lift your hips,” he commands as he shimmies my panties down with my pants in one swoop. I didn’t bother to change into pajamas. His hand caresses back up my body, grazing my torso, sliding beneath my shirt as he cups one of my breasts.
Dmitri’s lips fall back on mine, hungrily feeding off me as if I’m his life force for survival. We tangle and roll. The sheets twist as I push him down onto his back, taking the lead. I straddle his frame and lift my shirt up and over my head.
His eyes shine up at me while his fingers work the clasp on my purple lace bra. He pinches the clasp. The material falls down my shoulders, and I let it tumble to the floor in a heap with my shirt.
I lean down, my lips brushing against his. Every second is teasing and agonizing, wanting to feel him inside me as I tease him. My insides throb and pulsate. It’s pleasurable torture.
Dmitri forcefully rolls us around, pinning me under his weight. “Do you like teasing me?” he asks with a roughness that makes my toes curl and my insides ache, craving more with him.
“I do,” I confess, staring up at him, grinning as he grabs my arms, pinning them above my head, dominating every inch of me. A moan spills past my lips, and my hips grind upwards into his.
“I’ll bet you want to feel my cock inside your tight little pussy.”
“Yes, please.” I’m not above begging. My insides throb, and my fingers tremble as I clench onto his hands.
He teases me in return, inching the tip of his cock inside of my pussy. “You like that, baby girl, don’t you?”
His words are my undoing. I lift my hips, wanting him to slam his cock inside of me. “Dmitri,” I rasp. He binds my hands, and his fingers interlock with mine. It requires too much energy to say anything else. He’s the only one who can satisfy the building need burning within me.
I moan and wrap my legs around him, bringing him deeper. His lips cover mine, and I push my tongue inside his mouth. Needy and starving for him.
Each thrust grows more intense.
Primal.
Setting my world on fire.
My heart pounds rapidly against my chest, slamming against my ribcage, trying to break free. “Come for me,Malishka,” he whispers into my ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth as I tinker on the edge of oblivion.
His words are enough to bring me crashing down like a rollercoaster at full speed, the rush of adrenaline and arousal tingling through every inch of my body. My insides clench, pulsating and trembling as I chase my orgasm, squeezing him tight and holding him against me.
FOUR
Dmitri
The darkness has yet to turn to daylight. Sadie is sound asleep, as is Kona, for which I’m grateful. I don’t want the beast startled awake.
After a few minutes of slumber, I sneak out of bed and pull on my boxers and t-shirt. I stumble in the dark, careful not to trip over anything or Kona as she wanders into the bedroom.
It seems I’ve wakened her, but at least she’s not whimpering to go out or waking Sadie. Satisfied that I’m not here to entertain her, she settles onto the floor beside the bed and falls asleep.
Quietly, I sneak out of the bedroom, closing the door, careful not to make a sound. I don’t know whether Sadie is a light sleeper or not, but I don’t intend to find out.
With the door shut, I flip on a table lamp and glance around the apartment. It’s small and quaint. Everything is relatively clean and tidy.
She had mentionedBearded Bad Boy, my handle in the VR world. She must have a headset lying around her apartment.
I spoke with dozens of associates and low-level thugs in the VR world, but no one I did business with was female. Which begs the question, who the hell is Sadie? And how did she happen to stumble onto me during a run in the forest?
I don’t believe in coincidences.
If Sadie works for Mikhail, I’d be dead already. But perhaps she’s been ordered to keep close tabs on me. And if that’s the case, then who hired her?
Wincing, none of it makes sense. Mikhail doesn’t hire women to do his bidding. They’re too soft, vulnerable, and unreliable.
I touch the scar on my head, grimacing. It no longer hurts, except for the betrayal that burns through me.