I spread my legs, giving him better access, and felt that familiar peak rise like a wave rushing to the shore.
“Is my girl close to giving Daddy what he wants?”
I couldn’t answer, so I moaned instead, my pussy clenching harder on his finger. I needed something more substantial. I needed his big cock.
With my hand gripping the handle of the door and the other curled around the edge of the passenger-side seat, I let the pleasure crash through me.
I groaned loud and long as Dmitry got me off, racing down the highway at a breakneck speed so I felt like I was flying high.
I slumped back on the seat and exhaled. Dmitry gave my clit one last rub, pulled his hand out from between my thighs, fixed my soaked panties, and turned off on our exit.
I looked at him then, watching as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on the finger he’d just been fucking me with.
“Never tasted anything sweeter than my little wife’s perfect cunt.”
I clamped my thighs shut and moaned again. God, this man had a way with his filthy words.
Before long we were going down a shady-looking neighborhood, the houses looking like they hadn’t been lived in for decades. I saw the occasional vagrant shuffling around.
The neighborhood opened up to a more industrial area, and then he was turning off a side road and into a massive graveled lot.
There was a dirty-looking bay beside the high warehouse. I could see faded writing above large bay doors, but it was too washed out to discern the name.
Dmitry drove the car around the back, cut the engine, and was out of the vehicle and opening the passenger-side door before I could even take anything in.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me snug to his side as he led us toward a steel door at the back of the warehouse.
It opened before we even got to it, and a beast of a man with hardly any neck stepped to the side. He averted his eyes when Dmitry approached, murmured something in Russian, which Dmitry grunted in response, and in we went.
The scent of damp earth, mold, grime and dirt, and the distinct tang of something metallic filled my nose as we went deeper inside.
I shivered, not able to hide the fact this place was creepy as hell.
“Don’t worry, krasavitsa. The one thing these fuckers are afraid of here is me.”
I didn’t have time to respond, because we’d stopped in front of another door, which opened on a squeak of rusted metal.
There was a staircase that descended, and although I didn’t see the person who’d opened the door, I felt him watching.
I was glad I’d gone for thigh-high flat boots tonight instead of heels, because the rickety slats of the stairs would have surely had me breaking my neck.
The deeper we descended, the louder the noise became until we got to the bottom and turned the corner to see a massive underground fighting circuit.
The room was enormous, with rusty red metal beams overhead, caged lights hanging from the ceiling, and a ring erected in the center of the sprawling space.
Men came up to Dmitry to speak with him, their voices loud enough over the rushing noise that I could hear their Russian. Dmitry would respond with a few clipped words and brush past them as if they were annoying gnats.
People parted for us like oil from water, and I didn’t miss the way the men glanced to the ground, not daring to look at Dmitry, whereas a lot of the women openly showed their desire for my husband.
I bristled at that and heard Dmitry chuckle. When I glanced at him, I noticed he watched me, a smirk on his face. Well shit. He’d likely seen the jealousy I felt splattered across my face and in my body language.
The observant, gorgeous bastard.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I like seeing my beautiful wife jealous. Makes me feel better that you’re as deep into this as I am.”
He had no idea.
He dragged his tongue along the spot right below my ear. “And just to let you know, I’ve wanted to kill a handful of motherfuckers already because they were looking in your direction.”
He kissed my racing jugular and then straightened, his fingers tightening around my waist as we kept walking.
There was a row of chairs right in front of the ring. I saw Nikolai sitting in one at the end, Amara right beside him. He had his arm slung over her shoulder and said something in her ear. Something that had her cheeks turning red.
Tatiana sat beside Amara, and I noticed she seemed antsy as hell.
Dmitry led me to the seat beside his sister. I sat down and he took the one beside me. Both Petrov brothers caged in the women in their lives to keep them safe.