I leaned away and blinked.
“I felt horrible and sad. I was embarrassed to be that way in front of you.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “But, I wanted to be there for you.”
He nipped at my lip. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“You can still be there for me.” He yanked my dress to my hips.
There was no need to protest. I wanted his hands all over me.
Seconds later, I was in the air and his hands were holding my body to him as he grabbed my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring about the consequences.
He lifted me up, carried me over to my vanity table, and sat me on it.
I tried to catch my breath. “I meant being a shoulder for you to cry on, Dimitri.”
“I don’t cry.” He devoured my mouth and spread my legs out further.
I moaned.
He pushed the hard bulge of his cock against my moist panties.
I found myself pressed against the rose-tinted mirror.
He snatched the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts. They spilled out—nipples hard and ready to be sucked.
But he didn’t lick them. Instead he studied those nipples, caressing my bare skin and weighting the fullness of my breasts. His breathing shifted to harsh and erratic. He moved his hand to one nipple and flicked the tip. Pleasure fluttered at the sensitive point. A jolt of desire pushed through me.
He leaned in and sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“Oh.” I arched my back his way.
He slipped his hands down my curves and then slid them to the space between my thighs. Seconds later, he found my panties, and yanked them to the side. His fingers spread my folds next, slipping along my clit and pushing deep into my opening.
My pussy throbbed.
“Oh!” I cried out when he began finger fucking me. My dress rose high up my hips. I rocked into his hands, loving his talented fingers.
He leaned forward and whispered into my ears. “What did you think would’ve happened, if I heard that you were in his bed tonight?”
I trembled in lust. “We weren’t going to have sex.”
Glaring at me, he slipped his fingers in and out of me. “I would’ve fucking killed him.”
What?
That stunned me.
“Stop.” I pushed at his chest to move him away. “No more.”
He didn’t move his body, but he did slowly slip his fingers out of me.
My body shivered.
He licked his fingers.
Heat unfurled within me. I lifted my leg, attempting to climb off the vanity table.
His big body blocked any attempt at escape. Instead of moving, he licked his fingers again and then smelled them. “Do you spray a special perfume on your pussy?”
“Don’t ever threaten me like that again.”
“I didn’t threaten you.”
“You said you would have killed Jonathan.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly.”
“You don’t want me to kill him?”
“I don’t.”
“Then, stay away from Jonathan.”
“Move. I’m not doing this with you.”
“You will, and you’ll do it all fucking night.” He slipped his fingers along my bare pussy.
I shivered.
“You don’t like the truth?” This time, he shoved two fingers inside of me and then flicked my clit with his thumb. “You don’t like the reality that you stumbled upon?”
“Not if it deals with killing people.”
“It’s too late for that.” He slipped his mouth down my neck, planting kisses, lapping with his tongue, and giving me little nibbles. He leaned back and moved his hands from my pussy.
I almost begged him to return them.
“You stepped into my club. You caught my attention and now you can the deal with the consequences.” He tried to lean in to suck on my nipple.
I stopped him with both hands. “You don’t kill anybody over me.”
“Then, don’t go out on any dates.”
“Dimitri, that’s not how we’re doing this.”
“There’s no other option.”
“Then, we don’t do this.” I shoved him again.
He didn’t move.
I pulled the top of my dress up and covered my breasts. “You can’t meet me a few weeks ago and then all of a sudden decide that I can’t date anybody.”
“Ms. Walsh.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You need to understand the severe consequences of what just happened and how you should be grateful that Mayor Parks is still alive.” He grabbed the top of my dress and wrenched it back down.
I gasped.
Then, he caressed my nipples. “Now. . .where were we?”
I held back my moans. “W-we were. . .”
He dropped to his knees. My words lodged in my throat. My thighs trembled in anticipation. A wicked grin covered his face. “What were you saying?”
Horny as fuck, I gazed down at him. “We. . .umm. . .”
He spread my legs wider. “Maybe, we can discuss this after I lick your pussy.”
I stared at him. “Well. . .”
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and then did the same to the other. He pulled me closer to him so that my pussy was barely an inch from his mouth. My heels dropped to the floor. He blew against my bare pussy.