“Dmitry. Oh God, this is too much.”
“Never,” I growled.
I felt this surge of dominance and possessiveness run through me and slid my fingers from her throat to her hair. I tunneled my fingers into the silky strands, pulling it back so her neck was arched.
I tugged at the strands harder, my nostrils flaring, feeling my eyes growing hooded.
“A little voice in my head says to be gentle with you because we both know you’ve never been touched, isn’t that right?” She didn’t have to answer for me to know that was the truth. But she nodded regardless. “I know that because I’ve had someone watching you for the last two years. I’ve been making sure no male gets close enough to you.”
Her breath faltered. Good. I wanted her to feel unhinged by the truth.
“You’ve been having me watched for two years?”
I grinned, knowing I looked like a shark. “I never pretended to be a gentleman or a good guy.”
She shook her head and tried to slip away, but I tightened my hands on her hair again. Didn't she know trying to deny me, trying to get away, only made my cock like granite?
“No ty ved' ne etogo khochesh', maleeshka? Ty khochesh zhestkogo, grubogo i gryaznogo. Ty khochesh etogo edinstvennym sposobom, kotoryy papa mozhet tebe dat.” But that's not what you want, is it, little girl? You want it hard and rough and dirty. You want it the only way Daddy can give it to you.
A soft sound left her in response, and even though she didn’t understand what I’d said, she knew what I hinted at.
My filthy little thing liked me calling her out on the depraved shit she wanted—that I wanted.
“You don't have to admit it, Claudia. But we both know you like that I'm the bad guy. You love that I'm a killer and will fuck you even if I'm covered in blood.” I leaned in, dragging my nose along the side of her throat.
She shivered against me, her body so small compared to mine that she felt like this tiny doll. My little doll.
“For two years you’re all I’ve thought about.” I groaned. Her breath hitched, and I growled. God, it feels so fucking good having her pressed to me.
“Dmitry,” she breathed out my name.
“Mmm, say my name again, but say it softer, breathier.” The way she shivered, the fact that she breathed harder, faster, had my cock so hard the damn thing was liable to tear through my zipper.
She shook her head slowly, and I grinned, inhaling deeply.
“You smell so fucking good. Makes me harder than I’ve ever been.” I was a lewd fucker as I kept grinding my lower half into her, letting her feel how stiff my cock was for her.
“You want to come?” She shook her head, but I knew she wasn’t telling me no. “Will this be your first orgasm?” Claudia shook her head again, and I groaned. “Nah, you've been touching this sweet little pussy when you’re in bed? You lay in the dark and explore yourself until you bite your lip and explode?” I idly played with her clit, waiting for her answer.
“Yes.”
I could tell by that barely there whispered word that she was embarrassed admitting that.
“What do you think about?” I licked her lips and plunged my tongue inside. I pulled back, giving her a moment to suck in a shaky breath.
I knew what she thought about, but I was a glutton for her words, a selfish bastard to hear her voice as she admitted things she’d never utter to another living soul.
I increased pressure on her clit, and she rose on her toes before rolling her hips, rubbing her pussy on my hand as she sought her pleasure.
“You,” she finally said, giving me what I wanted.
My cock liked hearing that and gave an appreciative jerk against my zipper.
“What were we doing?” She shook her head before I finished, and I grinned. “Moya milaya, malehnkaya ptichka.” My sweet little bird. “Was it really dirty?” I knew she was close
“I can’t.” She licked her lips and shook her head.
I dipped my head and dragged my tongue along where her tongue had just been. I tasted a sweetness that only Claudia had, one that I was already addicted to.
“It’s just you and me, lyubeemaya. Tell me your dirty secrets.” Faster. Harder. Her clit was so hard now, this little bundle of nerves that would send her over the edge. I bit her lip and tugged at the flesh just as she started breathing faster.
“You hold my throat.”
I let go of her hair and gave her a nice hand necklace again. “Like this?” I whispered and tugged at her bottom lip again.
She nodded and closed her eyes. I didn’t order her to look at me. I let her have this one moment to herself.