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I didn’t know what he meant by that. He was just as dangerous as Gio, but the intonation of his voice told me there was something else. Something more.

I was soon pressed up against a tree. Nowhere to escape.

This little voice in my head whispered, But do you actually want to leave? Do you want to run?

No, resounded in my head.

He was right in front of me, and the scent of him saturated my lungs, surrounding me.

He reached out, and I froze. He stilled for only a millisecond before he snagged a lock of my hair and twisted it around his finger. I stared up at him, feeling like my eyes were far too wide to look normal.

He was silent for so long that I didn’t know if he’d ever speak. Dmitry just kept rubbing that lock of hair between his fingers.

“You know what it felt like for me, being forced to stay away from you for the last two years? You know what it felt like being without you?”

I couldn’t breathe. God, why couldn’t I breathe? He smelled too good. He felt too good so close to me. I slowly shook my head even though I was pretty sure his question wasn’t a question at all.

Dmitry pulled back and stared into my eyes, slowly bringing that strand of hair to his face and running the end along his lips before inhaling deeply.

“Kogda ya ne s toboy, mne kazhetsya, chto ya kopayu sebe grebanuyu mogilu.”

When I’m not with you it feels like I’m digging my own fucking grave.

Chapter 29

Dmitry

Jesus Christ.

Claudia was finally right in front of me and looking hotter than the fucking sun.

Her big blue eyes and dilated pupils, her expression showing me she was terrified, turned me on like a goddamn fiend.

She had the most perfect, pink lips. They were slightly parted and had me envisioning how wide they could go as I stretched her mouth with my fat cock.

I couldn’t stop myself as I reached out faster than she would expect and curled my fingers around her tiny wrist. I stroked her radial pulse, my focus on her eyes as I watched them flutter before nearly closing.

Her pulse was racing like the wings of a little bird.

“Are you afraid of me?” I leaned in a fraction, inhaled again, my lips by her jugular watering for a taste of every part of her.

“Yes,” she whispered, finally answering.

“Mmm,” I hummed in pleasure. “Is it because you know I kill anyone who crosses me?” I kept stroking her wrist. “Or is it because you’re afraid of how I make you feel, how your body lights up from the inside out with all the frighteningly erotic things you want me to do to you?”

I pulled back just as her eyes snapped fully open and she looked at me with a panicked expression.

Oh. My girl had thought dirty things, filthy things she wanted me to do to her. I’d just been putting feelers out for my sick, perverse need.

I leaned back in and whispered against the shell of her ear, “Tell me all the things you want me to do to you, malehnkaya ptichka.”

“W-what?” That lone word stuttered out of her on just a breath of air.

I pressed even closer, my cock so hard the massive length now dug into her hip. I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. Which I don’t.

She tried to stifle her gasp but failed.

“Tell me. Give me what I want.” I pulled back again just as her eyes flared and her mouth parted. “Khoroshaya devochka papy.” At her hazy, arousal-filled confusion, I grinned. “You like being Daddy’s good girl?”

She didn’t respond right away, just slowly slid her tongue along her bottom lip. I groaned, tightened my hand around her wrist until her breathing picked up, and had my mouth hovering right above hers.

“Does calling myself Daddy—calling you my good girl—make your tight pussy wet right now?”

She moaned and closed her eyes, resting her head back on the tree trunk. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Khoroshaya devochka.” Fuck, Claudia was going to be the death of me. So innocent. She was fucking vulnerable and perfect.

And all mine. Only mine.

I ground myself against her, rolling my hips so she really felt my cock digging into her body.

“Jesus, Claudia. I’m so hard, sweet girl.” I pressed into her repeatedly. “You feel that?” I groaned like a dying animal.

I kept her pinned to the tree, my thumb pressed to her pulse at her wrist. It was beating so fast. I had my other hand resting on her waist.

“Tell me how wet you are right now. Whisper to me that if I slipped my hand between your legs, you’d soak my fingers.”

Her moan was the sweetest fucking thing.

“I know you’re embarrassed to say such dirty things, but it turns me on so fucking much.” Dragging my tongue over her neck, I lapped at her like a lion tasting his mate.


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