Page 16 of Demetri
Glory
There is no greater feeling in the world than having Demetri inside me. My eyes are locked on his reflection in the window in front of us, and I don't dare break the connection. I'm hypnotized. My core clenches with each powerful thrust. I feel my desire start to run down the inside of my thighs as his thick, rigid cock delivers equal parts pain as it does pleasure. My marked ass is on fire, and each time his pelvis slams against my ass, it only heightens my need to come. I knew being with Demetri would be like this. It's one of the reasons I have fought our connection for so long. I was always too afraid to have someone give me what I need, only to have it ripped away. That, and a part of me feared I would never be able to find pleasure in a man's touch again. I think deep down I knew Demetri would be the one to heal me. Without having to say a word, he gives me what I need. He is that in tune with my body.
When Demetri's dominant hand wraps around my neck and squeezes, a jolt of electricity soars through my body and my center flutters. My orgasm is close. Demetri must feel it too. Using the fisted grip, he has on my hair; he pulls my head back and growls into my ear. "Come,Krasivaya."
My body does as he commands, and I come. I scream out Demetri's name as white flashes of light dance behind my eyelids. The moment my orgasm crashes through my body and my pussy clamps down on his cock, it triggers his release. Through the reflection in the window, I watch as the beast behind me grabs both sides of my hips, plants himself deep inside me, throws his head back and lets out a roar. I feel the head of his cock swell inside me, as he fills me with his warm release.
Seconds later, Demetri pulls his cock from my pussy, and I collapse to the bed; my body boneless and spent. The last thing I remember is Demetri kissing my bare shoulder before my eyes grow heavy and sleep takes me.
I don't know how much time has passed when I crack my eyes open and stretch out my sore muscles. Hearing a deep voice, I look over my shoulder to see Demetri standing next to the bed, peering out the window into the dark sky with his phone to his ear. Rolling over, I place my palm under my cheek and take in the naked man standing in front of me. Earlier this evening, I was completely overtaken by my lust-filled haze that I didn't take the time to admire all that is Demetri Volkov. The first thing my eyes zero in on is his long thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. My eyes then travel up to his well-defined abs. For a man in his late forties, Demetri is in better shape than most men in their twenties. Roaming away from his abs, I trace the array of tattoos that cover his chest and arms. I've only ever seen Demetri in suits. I had seen his ink peeking out from his shirt collar before but had no idea the extent of his ink. His tattoos are beautiful. By the time my eyes make their trek up to his face, Demetri's lip is tilted up into a smirk. He's caught me ogling, but I could care less. He says something in Russian to the person he's on the phone with then hangs up. "What time is it?" I ask.
"Just a little past two in the morning," he tells me.
"You don't sleep much do you?"
Tossing his phone to the table, Demetri slides into the bed next to me. "I sleep enough." Resting his back against the headboard, he pulls my body into his, and I rest my head on his chest. I breathe in his scent and allow the rhythmic beat of his heart to relax me.
The two of us are quiet for a few minutes before I blurt out something that has been weighing on me. "I tried to sleep with a man six months ago. Right after I moved out of my parents' house and into my apartment." Demetri's whole body tenses beneath me but continue. "I wanted to move on from what happened. I thought I was ready. I went out to a bar, started chatting with a man and when he invited me back to his place, I said yes." Even though I can sense Demetri's anger, I keep talking. "The entire cab ride back to his house, I knew I was making a huge mistake, but I ignored the little voice inside my head telling me to go home. The second we stepped into his townhouse, we began kissing, but the moment he started to take my clothes off, I froze. I completely freaked out." Breaking away from Demetri, I sit up and look at him. His eyes are hard, and his jaw is clenched. I knew my confession would set him off. "I couldn't do it, Demetri. I didn't go through with it. The memories of my nightmare came flooding back, and I freaked out. I ended up running out of his house without any explanation." Demetri's features soften at my confession.
Letting the sheet fall away from my body, exposing my breasts, I crawl onto Demetri's lap, straddling his thighs. "Last night; with you, I had no fear, Demetri. There were no bad memories — no demons haunting me. I realized the reason I couldn't go through with it was that he wasn't you," I confess. Demetri's gaze turns heated and the grip he has on my hips tighten. "I only ever want it to be you who touches me from now on. I don't think I could stand another man's touch, Demetri," I choke out, letting my emotions get the better of me.
"You're right," he says, moving his hands from my hips up to frame my face and kisses me gently on the lips. "I'm the only man allowed to touch you. There will be no others; just me. And I'll kill any man who so much as thinks about putting their hands on you. It was all I could do not to order Sasha to go into that fucker's house and put a bullet in him."
His confession stuns me. "What are you talking about?"
"I knew the moment you left the bar with that man."
"Sasha?" I question. In fact, thinking back to that night, it all makes sense. "The car that was following me. That was Sasha, wasn't it?"
Demetri nods. "Yes. He was the one who followed you. Sasha was also the one who called the cab that picked you up. As much as I wanted to kill the man you left the bar with, seeing you get home safe was more important. That and I had not claimed you yet. My anger was misplaced."
Demetri kisses me again, this time it's not gentle. I feel his cock harden beneath my bare sex, and I start to grind down on his length, coating it with my arousal. I gasp, and he growls into my mouth when the head of his dick makes contact with my clit. In a blink of an eye, Demetri has me on my back, and enters me in one fluid motion, burying himself inside me, knocking the breath from my lungs. Holding himself still, he looks down at me, his gaze burning into mine. "Only me," he grinds out, thrusting his pelvis against my clit, and I groan.
"Yes. Only you, Demetri." This time, his movements are slow and lazy.
Before when he took me, Demetri claimed me, but this time is different. This time he makes love to me; showing me what we both already knew. We fit together perfectly. That he is the only man who can make me feel good; make me feel safe, and that I am his. I know there is no going back. There is no way I can deny what we are to each other. There will be no more fighting the pull we have. I have given myself to Demetri Volkov. For the first time in a long time; I feel complete.
9
Demetri
The sun rays filtering across the bedroom dance across the surface of Glory's skin as she lays sleeping. After a couple of hours of sleep, and many thoughts on my mind, I slide my body from beneath hers. Sitting in the leather chair, a few feet from the bed, I take in her sated body as she lies stretched out on her stomach, with one of her legs intertwined in the sheets. My feelings for her are far more profound than I thought. Needing Glory was never a question I knew right away. I wanted more than sex with her. I knew once we both gave into our desires, it would be explosive, but what I wasn't ready to encounter was the fact I never thought I'd love another woman, yet here I am thinking those words and feeling it as I look at her, while she lightly snores in her sleep. Glory has gone and proven all I thought wasn't possible wrong. She is a game changer.
She is mine.
My phone rings, bringing me out of my thoughts, and decide not to answer and close us off from the outside world for a little longer. The ringing stops then starts back again. Not wanting to disturb my woman as she rests, I snatch the phone from the bedside table, swipe the screen, and lift the phone to my ear. "Speak," I bark.
"Sir, we have a situation," Luca says, then silence.
Huffing a breath of frustration, I command, "spit it out."
"Two containers of inventory were broken into last night, and one of our men is dead. His body was found inside the container. Shot in the back of the head." Luca's words sink in, and my blood begins to boil. Glory stirs, and the sheet covering her luscious ass slips, revealing her backside causing my cock to throb with need once more. Pushing my desire aside, I stand. Facing the window in front of me, I stare out at the sky.
"I want answers."
"Yes, sir." The phone call ends.
I regret having to leave the States so soon, but I must return to Russia. Incidents like this are happening more often, and this time, one of my men has been killed.
