“See something you like?” I ask, willing him to lose control and touch me. He sucks in a deep breath and swallows hard before bending down and devouring my mouth with his own.
The stubble on his face scratches against my skin as his tongue clashes with mine and twirls. Pleasure and pain, it’s the epitome of us in every sense. Nothing that feels this good, this right comes without a painful contrast. Our bodies writhe together on the mattress, dancing to a rhythmic melody only we can hear. Everything in this moment is right. We’re right.
Under the robe, his hands glide over my waist and wake my nerve endings. My body yearns, begs to feel his touch everywhere. It’s calling him. Screaming out to him, for him. I never needed anything in my life the way I need him. I need to breathe him in, to make him a part of me.
“Dimitri,” I whisper.
I let my head drop back and moan in pleasure as he peppers kisses across my jaw and down to my neck. His tongue teases and tickles my skin. The more he kisses me, the more I want his mouth on every part of my body. His lips make their way down to my breasts. The pink nubs elongate and stiffen as his mouth closes around one and then the other, his tongue curling around, flicking over each in turn.
He’s moving slow, taking his time, and it’s driving me crazy. Spending so much time and energy being angry with him has me strung so tight my insides are vibrating, begging for release.
I want him. Right now. This second.
“Dimitri,” I whisper his name while running my fingers through his hair. “Please, take me,” I say in a heady, pleading tone. “I’m crawling out of my skin, like an addict. The only way to get my fix is to feel you inside me.”
“Oh, fuck, Kiera. If you keep talking like that, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
His hands slide under my ass and press me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping that part of our bodies joined, hoping even just rubbing against him will offer some relief, but it doesn’t. It makes it worse.
I’ve only had sex the one time, and that was with Dimitri. He woke something inside me I can’t control. Is it normal to feel this way? Like I’m going to explode if he doesn’t move things along? I reach for the waistband of his boxers and push them below his hips, exposing him.
“Let me help you with that.” He pushes them down further and kicks them off to the side. I let my eyes linger on his perfect form, enjoying the sight before me. Tight round ass. Long, thick erection.
“If I had a clue what I was doing, I’d push you down on your back and climb on top of you,” I say, hoping he understands this is taking entirely too long.
“Do you know how bad I want you? Feel how hard I am.”
I reach down and wrap my hand around his shaft. With a firm grip, I slide my hand up and down. “I need you so bad.”
His eyes close, and the look of pleasure on his face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t know if you’re shitting me about your lack of experience or if you’re a natural tease, but you’re driving me crazy.” He reaches down between my legs. “Damn, slatkaya. You’re dripping wet,” he says, plunging first one then two fingers inside me.
“Please, Dimitri, take me now. Make the ache go away,” I plead.
He pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his lips. “Mmm.” I watch him run his tongue over them. “Sweet, Delicious.”
I think I just got wetter.
“Next time, Kiera. I’ll make you appreciate my tongue as much as my cock.”
Promises, promises.
I feel the head of his member press against me. He’s using one hand to guide himself inside. I feel my pussy stretching around him. Dimitri locks his eyes on mine as he starts thrusting his hips. Slow. Steady.
Careful not to touch his shoulder, my hands rest on his tight ass. I squeeze and press while lifting my hips to meet each of his thrusts.
It feels so good, I don’t think it will take long before I cum. Just as I think it, I feel his fingers on my clit, circling and adding pressure. My breaths are fast and shallow, and I scream as the explosion of pleasure takes over every conscious thought.
“Yes! Yes! Dimitri!”
“That’s right, Kiera. Cum, baby. Cum for me.”
As soon as my breaths increase and I unclench my fingers from the flesh of his ass, I feel his thrusts come fast and hard until his hot seed spills into me.
Chapter 15
“It’s a good thing Sammy’s room is on the other side of the house,” Dimitri says, stroking my arm.
“Why’s that?” I prop myself up on my elbow.
“Because he’d already be in here kicking my ass if he heard you screaming like that, and I’m hoping for a repeat performance. For many repeat performances.”
I dart my eyes away from him.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” He kisses my cheek. “I love that you’re so loud. It’s a huge turn on.”
I don’t say anything. I pull away and rest my head on my pillow. A few minutes go by where neither of us speaks.
“What just happened, Kiera?”
I shrug. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I felt so close to you, and it wasn’t just because we were having sex. I felt like we were a part of each other, and now, you’re pulling away again.”
I shake my head. “No. I should’ve said something earlier. I just don’t know how to ask you.”
“Whatever it is, say it.”
“Fine. I’ve never been with anyone but you, and not only did you not use a condom, again, but it’s also the second time you came inside me.” I look away.
“I’m clean. I would never jeopardize you like that. Do you not understand what your life is worth to me?”
“But what if I get pregnant?”
He snickers like it’s a joke. “Then you get pregnant and we have a little mini me or mini you running around here.”
“But I haven’t finished school, and we’re not married. We haven’t even discussed anything beyond right now. Like what either of us are going to do for a living. And I really can’t even think about that until I know something for sure. Are you planning to go back to that life?” I rattle on.
“I’d love our child to pieces no matter what. You’re not going back to school. Not that one anyway. You didn’t want to go to med school, so now you get to do what it is you want. But I’m telling you right now you’re not going into acting. I risked too much for us to be exposed—”
I press my lips against his in an attempt to quiet him. It works for the moment, and he doesn’t complain about my underhanded tactics. When I break away, he brings my hand to his lips and then picks right up where he left off.
“I never wanted to be part of that world.”
“Then what are you going to do with your time?”
“Work.” He chuckles. “Like everyone else.”
“Doing what?”
“We own a car dealership. A lot full of sleek, sexy cars with hefty price tags.”
At least it’s something. That’s a relief.
“We?”
“You and me. We own half. The other half is a silent partner based out of the country.”
“Your father?”
He nods. “It’s all legit, and that’s how it’s going to stay. I have no intention of going back. Not unless I have to. For us.”
“No more. Promise me. I can justify what happened with Yuri and those other bastards at the warehouse, but Dimitri, I don’t want to think of you and see you as a killer. It scares me to know you can be like that.”
“I’ve only ever killed for you. To keep you safe. And as payback for what they did to your parents. With the exception of Ivan, I took down every one of the people involved.” His voice is soft and somber. Once again, his words caress me. They touch me with as much strength and warmth as his hands and lips. “I’ll do what I have to if anyone comes after us. Otherwise, it’s all behind us. You have to know I’d never, ever hurt you.” His knuckles brush against my
cheek as I nod.
“I do.”
There’s still something weighing heavily on me. I’m still consumed by this unsettling feeling, and I want to get past it, get rid of the uncertainty when I think about us. I lift Dimitri’s left hand and entwine our fingers. It feels right. Like we were made for each other.
I look down at our joined hands and notice the plain band he’s wearing. I’m surprised, first that he’s wearing it, and second that it’s a perfect match to mine. Another prop. I run my pointer finger over the simple ring.
“I wish I was there when you picked this out. I would’ve wanted to engrave it.”
He leans on his left elbow and stares at me intently. “Oh yeah?”
“Well, to make it more realistic,” I dart my eyes away from his, hoping he doesn’t pick up on my lie.
“What would you have put on it?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, I love you more than unicorns.”
He smiles. “Wow. More than unicorns. I didn’t think you could love anyone more than unicorns.”
“Are you making fun of me?” I feign insult.
He shakes his head. “Never. Just saying that’s quite a feat. But it’s a lot to inscribe on a ring, don’t you think?”
“Then maybe just I love you. Or I’ve always loved you.”
He reaches for my hand, pulls the wedding band off my finger, and holds it up to his eye. “I know you can’t read it in this lighting,” he says, referring to the moonlight spilling in through my window, “but yours is inscribed.” He clears his throat. “It says Dante and Kiera forever.”
My eyes well up with tears. He’s so perfect. Perfect for me. How could I have been so angry? So unsure? Sammy was right. I’ve always loved Dante. With every bit of my heart, and I always will.
“I’m sorry I was such a bitch. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course.”
“Then prove it,” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
This conversation feels eerily familiar. He turned the tables on me, and he did it on purpose. I see it in the cocky smirk he’s wearing.
“How?”
He hesitates a moment, but when he speaks, I can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“Marry me, Kiera.”
My heart races. My insides buzz with excitement.
“I thought according to our new identities, we are married.”
He shakes his head. “I mean for real.” Dimitri lets the cover fall off of his glorious body as he kneels completely naked on the bed in front of me and pulls the engagement ring off my finger.
“I did it all wrong before because I thought you hated me. I didn’t think I had a shot in hell anytime soon. Please, let me do this the right way. The way you deserve.”
My heart hammers against my chest. Holding my trembling hand in his, Dimitri takes a deep breath.
“Kiera, you are the only woman I have ever imagined sharing a life with and watching grow old. I would move heaven and earth to make you happy and keep you safe. Make me the happiest man alive. Say you’ll be my wife. For real. Marry me, Dimitri Nombrasnya. In a church, before God, with your brother walking you down the aisle. I love you. Please, Kiera. Marry me.”
“OH. MY. GOD!” Tears of joy stream from my eyes as I launch myself into his arms. “I love you so much, Dimitri. I can’t believe you would do that for me.”
“I waited a long time to hear those words. They are the most beautiful words in the English language. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“But that would give us away, and you worked so hard to make this happen, to get us here.”
Once again I see sincerity in his eyes. “I want this to be real for you. It’s been real for me since Sammy and I started putting this plan in motion.”
“How long ago?”
“It’s not important. The past doesn’t matter anymore. All we can do is mold our future. Just in case you haven’t figured it out by now, you are my future. We can be honest with a priest. They’re bound to some confidentiality clause or something, aren’t they? We’ll find a church and ask for help.”
“I don’t know if that’ll work.”
“I do. If you’re worried about going to a Catholic priest, I’ll search out a Russian priest. I’ll do whatever you want. Just say yes and let me worry about the rest.”
“Okay. Yes! I’ll marry you! I love you, Dimitri, with my whole heart.”
*
A knock on my door wakes me. I’m still naked in bed, Dimitri tangled up with me. I’m lying on my side with his arm around my waist, and his leg is slung over mine.
“Kiera.” Adrenaline spikes through me at the sound of my brother’s voice. “Open the door. I want to know that you’re okay.”
Dimitri stirs beside me. I hold my finger up to my lips, signaling for him to be quiet. I do not want to start my day and my new life off with Sammy and Dimitri at each other’s throats.
“Give me two minutes to get dressed and we’ll talk over breakfast.”
Dimitri sits up, brushes my hair off to the side of my neck, and starts trailing soft, sweet kisses down my shoulder.
“You know what, Sammy? Make that fifteen.”
“Think of all that we can do in fifteen minutes,” Dimitri whispers in my ear seductively, his warm breath causing shivers to ripple through me.
“No. I’m taking a shower. I am not going to have this conversation with my brother with the scent of sex still lingering on me.”
“Fine, but I get to soap you up.”
Chapter 16
“What’s with all the handholding?” Sammy asks at breakfast, suspicion ripe in his eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer, pulling my hand out of Dimitri’s and placing it on the table in my brother’s view.
“I’m not an idiot. I know you were holding hands under the table. Holy shit, is that ring real?”
“Why is hers so much bigger than mine?” Ana asks, her eyes throwing daggers at Dimitri.
My stomach pitches. This doesn’t feel like it’s going so well.
Dimitri covers my hand with his own and strokes my skin with his thumb. His tingling touch does nothing to settle my nerves. Instead, I feel more jittery because while I’m trying to keep my emotions under control and work up the courage to tell my brother that Dimitri and I are indeed a “thing,” all I can think about is the way his hands skimmed over my naked body. How he felt pressed against me. Inside me.
“I picked Kiera’s ring out,” Dimitri explains, bringing me back to the moment.
“You picked my ring out, too,” Ana snaps.
“But I’m not in love with you. I’m not planning to marry you.”
Ana shakes her head in annoyance while Sammy shrugs. “Tell the world you have a cheap, piece-of-shit husband. What do I care? It’s all good.”
“It’s all good? Wonderful. I’m glad that life is “all good” for you,” she snaps and rushes out of her chair and out of the kitchen.
“Lucky me, I’m blessed with such a prize for a wife,” Sammy says after Ana’s rash exit.
Dimitri slings his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him.
I eye him suspiciously. “Anything you want to tell me about Ana?”
He shakes his head. “No. Why?”
“That was a jealous tirade if I ever heard one.”
“You think me and Ana?” He looks offended. Too bad. This is one of those details I need ironed out. “And that I’d bring you both here and have you living under the same roof? Hell no.”
I look away, because this is something I need him to understand. “I’m not willing to have the type of relationship your parents had. I’m also not willing to look the other way and forgive you like Oxanna did, so if there’s anyone else, this is the time to come clean.”
“Ana was a huge part of making this work, Kiera. I don’t know if we could’ve pulled it off without her.”
“He’s right,” Sammy chimes in. “Timing was everything. And we both had to disappear at the same time.”
If my brother’s sticking up for her, for them, then I know I should give it a chance. Still, she hasn’t been particularly nice to me. She’s only spoken to me out of necessity.
“She doesn’t like me.”
“She doesn’t know you. She’s had a lot to deal with.” Dimitri defends her, and I’m not sure I’m okay with it. I’ve only ever seen him protect and defend me. Jealousy bubbles up inside my chest and overflows into rational thought.
“She lost a lot of people in her life in a very short time,” Dimitri continues. “On top of all that, she’s used to being waited on hand and foot and having the best of everything. She lost her unlimited funds and the deep pockets of daddy’s bank account, and now she has to live off an allowance like the rest of us. Cut her a little slack.”
“So what the fuck does this mean?” Sammy asks, his eyes laser-focused on the ring. “Are you planning on marrying my sister? As in really marrying her?”
I bite my lip and nod. “I’d love it if you would walk me down the aisle.”
Sammy’s eyes drop to the table as he shakes his head. “This was part of your plan all along, wasn’t it? To finally get her all to yourself.”
Oh no. My heart sinks to the floor.
“What is your problem, man? You’re here. You’re her family,” Dimitri says, stating the obvious. “You wanted me to be honest with her. I told her everything.”
“In bits and pieces.”
“What does it matter how I told her? It only matters that she knows. And you seem to forget, I did everything in my power to save you both.”
I don’t understand Sammy’s sudden shift in attitude. A breath ago he was sticking up for Dimitri. No, he stood up for Ana.
“You brainwashed her.”
Anger flares in Dimitri’s eyes. But it’s what I see in my brother’s eyes that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge. Blistering hate.
“Stop. Both of you, just stop!” I jump out of my seat with heart-pounding sadness and rush up to my room, with both Sammy and Dimitri chasing at my heels, calling for me to come back.
I close and lock the door behind me.
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