Page 65 of No Longer Mine

What she had been doing to me for months.

But it wasn’t enough.

I slid one hand down, trailing between her thighs, teasing, testing—and fuck, she was soaking through her leggings.

I dragged my lips from hers, breathing heavy against her jaw as I pressed my fingers firmly against the heat between her legs. “You say you hate me, Little Fox,” I murmured, rubbing slow and torturous circles. “But your pussy tells me otherwise.”

Chapter Thirty

Scarlett

Reality was—I hated how badly I wanted him. I hated how much he’d gotten under my skin. I hated even more how much I needed him to scratch the itch that had grown in significant size since we’d fought in this very bedroom months ago. I hated that he was a part of the elitist society that had taken so much from me. I hated that he had turned my perfectly controlled life right upside down into chaos.

But I didn’t hate how he tasted or how he felt when he finally slid his hand into my panties and felt how much I wanted him. In fact, I was so lost to how he made me feel, I didn’t even realize it when he pulled my shirt down and began sucking on my breasts. It wasn’t until the clinking of metal hitting the floor that I remembered everything I was fighting for, everything he was probably a part of.

The heat between us shattered in an instant. My breath still came in sharp, ragged bursts, my body still humming from his touch, but my mind? My mind was screaming.The flash drive lay between us like a ticking time bomb.

Dimitri’s gaze snapped to it and then back to me. His crystal blue eyes darkened, his entire posture shifting—from heat and hunger to something far more dangerous.

I yanked my shirt back up, my fingers trembling as I took a step back. He didn’t move. He didn’t reach for me, didn’t grab me like I half-expected him to. Instead, he bent down and plucked the drive from the floor with a quiet click of his fingers.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

For a long, drawn-out second, he didn’t say a word. Then, in a voice so low and cold it sent a shiver down my spine, he murmured, “What the fuck is this, Scarlett?”

The moment of reckless consuming lust was gone.

All I knew to do was run. I reached forward and grabbed the drive before I took off running like I had before, as if my life depended upon it.

I didn’t make it two steps before his hand shot out, fist gripping the back of my shirt like a noose tightening around my throat.

“No more running, Little Fox.”

I gasped as he yanked me back, spinning me around and slamming me against the wall with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. The flash drive burned in my grip, the one thing standing between me and whatever fate Dimitri Cristof decided for me in this moment.

His fingers curled around my wrist, squeezing—not painfully, but enough to let me know there was no getting away this time. Not without giving him what he wanted.

His lips parted, gaze darting between my clenched fingers and my face. There was no amusement now. No teasing. Just sharp and cutting anger.

“You think you can take from me?” His voice was like silk wrapped around a blade, soft but lethal. “Again?”

Of course, he would think it came from his home. Obviously, he would assume I stole from him again. But I couldn’t tell him what or where I got it from. Especially if he was working with his father and Gavin Crenshaw.

I tightened my grip on the drive, my heart slamming in my chest.

“I’m not letting you walk out that door with this.” He pressed in closer, his breath ghosting over my lips. “You have two options, Scarlett. You hand it over, or I take it.”

I swallowed hard. “I didn’t take it from you. I didn’t steal this from your home.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“At the moment, I don’t care what you believe. It doesn’t belong to you.”

“And it belongs to you? I told you no more stealing.”

I let out a laugh. It felt nervous to me, but sounded confident on the outside. I was too good at pretending. “I stole it before I got here, and you aren’t my father. If I want to steal, I’ll steal. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

He gritted his teeth and looked away from my face. I took the moment to play dirty. I jabbed my hand down and broke the grip he had on me before I punched him in the gut. He doubled over, and I took the opportunity to try to flee again. This time I was able to get out of his home, and I knew it was only because he let me.

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