Page 33 of Demetri
"You better." Swiping the screen, I end the call.
I should have been there to protect her myself. I sent her home, thousands of miles away in the hopes of keeping her safe, and this happens. Filled with rage, I press the gas pedal to the floor, increasing our speed. "Fuck." I roar at the top of my lungs, so hard my throat stings as Victor sits in the passenger seat, unfazed by my outburst.
Making a conscious effort, I regain my self-control. I channel it and focus on what I know. She's with Jake and his men. I keep telling myself this repeatedly. She's safe, and those thoughts alone are keeping me sane at the moment.
Thirty minutes later,we roll through the gates of the clubhouse. Jet lag setting in, Victor and I enter the quiet building, and up the stairs. No words pass between us as I stop just outside the bedroom Glory occupies and Victor continues down the hall to the room, he will be resting in. Grasping the handle, I quietly open the door, trying not to wake my woman. The first thing my eyes land on is an empty bed, then a dim light coming from the bathroom along with the sound of running water catches my attention.
Closing the bedroom door, I start removing my clothes to join Glory in the shower. The state I find her in after pulling back the shower curtain pushes my thoughts of pleasure aside. "Glory. Baby?" I stare down at her naked body, as she sits under the scorching water, scrubbing at her skin with so much force her flesh is raw. Glory's head jerks up, her tear swollen eyes locking on mine.
"I smell him," she continues to scrub. "I can still feel his hands — his body on mine." Sobs continue to wreck her body.
Stepping into the shower, I lift her to her feet and pull her body into mine. Wrapping her in my arms, I hold her. "You're safe, baby. I've got you."
Once Glory has calmed down, and her body relaxes against mine, I reach behind her and retrieve the body soap from the caddy hanging from the showerhead. "Turn around,Krasivaya." I squeeze the floral soap into the palm of my hand then place it back in the holder. Without questioning my intentions, Glory spins, her lush ass brushing against the head of my cock. Pushing aside my selfish wants, I rub my palms together, working up a good lather before placing my hands on her shoulders. With light pressure, I massage Glory's shoulders, then work my palms down her back until her shoulders sag and the rest of the tension releases from her tight muscles. My hands travel the natural dip in the small of her back, then over the globes of her backside. Glory shifts, pressing her ass against my front. My cock heavy with need pulses from the contact. "Face me, baby," I order, and she complies. Glory's breaths become heavy. I watch her bite her lower lip, as her eyes follow my every move while I take care of her. The look of complete trust and submission in her gaze pleases me. Pooling more soap in my palm, I begin to wash her front, running my palms between the valley of her breasts, lightly grazing her taut nipples as I continue my path down her flat stomach. Kneeling, I bring her left foot to rest on my thigh. Starting at her ankle, I lather her skin, massaging her slim calf, working myself up to her thigh. Glory closes her eyes when my fingertips lightly graze her bare pussy as I wash her inner thigh. Repeating the process, I do the same with her other leg.
Glory's eyes flicker to mine, and she runs her fingers through my hair. "Make me forget, Demetri. I only ever want to remember what your touch feels like," she begs.
Continuing to kneel, I grip Glory's hips, pulling her forward. I swipe my tongue through her center and across her swollen clit. Her head falls back beneath the stream of warm water; her lips part, and she moans. My palms skim up her legs, one hand gripping her ass. Bringing my other hand between her thighs, I slowly sink two fingers inside her heat, at the same moment, I suck her clit into my mouth, and feast on her sweet pussy until she comes undone crying out my name.
"Demetri," she pants, as she rides out her orgasm.
Nowhere close to being done, I stand, and back her up against the shower wall. "Tell me what I want to hear." Lifting her leg over my hip, I line the head of my cock up with her center. The heat from her pussy makes me growl as I slowly sink my length into her.
"I'm yours," Glory tells me, and I slowly begin to move.
"Repeat it," I demand.
"I'm yours, Demetri. Every broken piece of me is yours," she groans as I make love to her.
"Wrong." I lock eyes with her. "You own me,Krasivaya," I confess, staring into her fiery green eyes. I thought I was lucky to have loved once, but as I look at Glory, I realize I've been given a second chance, and I'm not letting go this time.
Glory's eyes pool with unshed tears. "Kiss me," she demands, and my mouth crashes down on hers. I kiss her like it's the first and last time my lips will ever touch hers again. Communicating with touch, I tell her how much she means to me. How much I love all her jagged, beautifully broken pieces. Because in the end, we are all flawed creatures looking for someone to love our imperfections just as much if not more than those parts of us that are less messy. Glory's walls flutter and her pussy clamps down around my cock. I swallow her moans as her orgasm triggers my release. Waves of emotions wash over me as I stay connected to my woman as we both come down from our highs.
Finally breaking our connection, I rest my forehead against hers. Tears roll down Glory's cheeks, and I swipe them away with the pads of my thumbs. "I'm sorry you came home to this." Glory dips her chin, casting her eyes down.
I lift her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. "Coming home to you is the only thing that matters, baby. I told you I would take care of you." With the water barely warm, I reach over and turn off the shower. Snagging one of the towels sitting on the shelf above the toilet I dry Glory, then wrap it around her body before grabbing a towel for myself. After we step out of the shower, I continue to care for my woman, as I retrieve the hairbrush sitting on the counter and run it through her damp hair. I then gather her hair, twist it into a loose braid, and secure it with an elastic band that was sitting next to the brush. Glory smiles at me in the mirror. "What?"
"Mafia crime lord Demetri Volkov just braided my hair." She can't stop smiling at me.
Acting like it is nothing, I explain. "My granddaughter insisted I learn to braid her hair one day." I try to keep my face neutral, but Glory's amusement causes me to crack a small smile.
Glory turns and faces me. My hands move to her hips. "Made you?" Her palms rest on my bare chest.
"Don't let her tiny size fool you. She is very persuasive and has a way of getting whatever she wants."
"You mean she has you wrapped around her little finger," Glory teases. "I think it's sweet," she adds, tracing the tattoos on my arm.
Glory pulls her towel loose and allows it falls to the floor. She then reaches between us and rids me of mine.
"You have me wrapped around your finger,Krasivaya." I let a more carefree side of myself I haven't seen in a very long time surface. Grabbing her ass, I scoop her off the floor and carry her out of the bathroom. Glory tosses her head back and laughs. I laugh with her as I throw her naked body on to the bed.
"You should do that more often," Glory tells me.
"Do what?" Spreading her legs, I settle between her thighs and hover my mouth above her pussy, my warm breath causes her skin to prickle.
"Laugh and smile." I circle her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue as her fingers thread through my hair. "You're insatiable," she hums.
"Only because you're mine," I confess.
