Page 100 of Kept in the Dark
“Isn’t it nice?” I gasp, letting my head fall forward and my hair curtain my face.
“No. I would not call being inside of younice,” he rasps. “It… is… everything.”
I still at that, emotions rising in the back of my throat. His hand moves to my face, pushing my hair back and placing his thumb on the edge of my mouth. I move my neck slightly to purse my lips against it in a kiss, then I take it between my teeth. He watches with heat in his eyes, breathing audibly as he locks in on the movement.
I hold that hand to sweep it down my collarbones and rest it on my breast. He takes over from there, massaging the full weight of it, then plucking at just the tip. “You know I mean, isn’t it nice with me on top,” I counter. It feels like a moot point.
His smile is a ghost of a flicker at the edges of his mouth. “Da.” Breaking the intensity of the moment, he stretches back, placing both arms behind his head in a way that both lengthens and displays all the hard planes of his upper body. “Very nice. I enjoy the view.”
I nearly laugh, but the cocksure look on his face makes me want to ruin his composure, so I lift up and snap my hips down, tightening at the same time. It makes both of us groan, but it also makes him whip his arms out to grab me again.
“Zlaya zhenshchina,” he hisses. “Wicked, wonderful woman.”
“Ah, ah,” I tsk, knowing from how tightly he holds my waist and how his lower abs tense against me that he’s about to flip us. I splay my fingers on his chest, one on each pec, pushing him back against the pillows as Ilift myself up and down just a few inches. I want to keep him as deep inside of me as I can while still giving each of us some friction.
Even now, even in this position where I’m supposed to be in control, his power and strength are a coiled spring, ready to be released. I can tell from the look on his face he’s not going to let this go on much longer, and it fills me with an illicit kind of heat—half nervous and unsure about what he’ll do next, half delirious with desire because I don’t know when or how it’s going to happen.
Better make the most of this.
I roll my hips, grinding my clit into his pelvic bone and rocking back and forth along his length. I can feel my pussy gripping him, trying so hard not to let him go, just as much as I can feel that dull ache of the stretch when I pull him all the way back in.
His eyes are locked in, staring at where our bodies are joined. I know he’s seeing how his own thick, hard length emerges, shining with the moisture of both our bodies, only to disappear into my swollen skin. “You take me so well, my med. You like it deep,da?”
Concentrating so I can finish before he takes over, all I can do is nod with my eyes closed. The sum of the sensations is amazing. Even though my hips creak a little, my thighs spread so wide over his that I don’t have much leverage, I love being able to move exactly how I like. I love being able to fill my hands with him for once, to tease him with my body as I take whatIwant.
“Deep and hard,” he groans.
“Yes… it’s so good, Dimitri. I’m… so… close…” I murmur, feeling the tension building deep inside.
That was apparently what he was waiting for. In an instant, I’m off-balance, falling backwards, and he’s rolling on top of me. I don’t think his cock even slips out as he finds his position between my legs. And then he’s kissing me with bruising force, slamming into me and drawinga cry from me that he consumes into his own mouth at the apex of each thrust.
That’s how I come, writhing underneath all his power and force, completely at his will, loving every inch and second of it. The build was slow and comfortable, but the release is a crack of lightning—stunning, bright, intense, and quick. I lose myself, my grip on reality, and some of my sanity as my body shudders in its release.
He’s right on my heels, so lost that he can’t focus on our kiss, dropping his head into the crook of my neck as he groans. I stroke his back with my fingernails, earning little shivers from him and a deep rumbling laugh that makes me wonder if he isn’t a tiny bit ticklish.
Ticklish Dimitri? What an almost unbelievably charming thought.
Once he has himself under control, he pulls back and catches my eye. I can’t decipher the look on his face, but it’s not just the thorough satisfaction of a good sexual release. There’s something else in there, buried deep, and it’s inherently somber and conflicted. Not wanting to let it intrude on our happy moment, I wrap my arms around his neck and draw his mouth back down on mine.
He tastes like a combination of the two of us and a little bit of bitter morning breath that doesn’t even bother me. I melt against him as he deepens the kiss. His tongue sweeps just inside, tangling with mine. The scratch of his regrowth against my lips and chin is uncomfortable, but I lean into it harder. I want to feel him after he’s gone, even if it’s in the rawness of chafed skin.
Like he senses I need it—or maybehedoes—he stays with me, making out and taking comfort and pleasure in the closeness, until I pull back first. I sigh to myself as he rolls away and gets to his feet. Reaching for my glasses, I get them on just in time to watch his ass disappear into the bathroom.
I’m dozing when he emerges from the office/closet, fully dressed. I open one eye sleepily, then sit up with a start, wide awake.
Holy fucking fuck. I forgot how good he looked in a suit. How is it possible for him to look better wearing clothes than being naked? My eyes scan zigzags up and down his body, taking in the way the slacks tighten around his hips and his biceps strain against the nice shirt. He’s clean, sharp, polished. Between the clothes, the scarred face, and the air of menace, he’s like a Bond villain.
“A little fancy for a workout,” I remark dryly despite a racing heart. I amsogoing to jump his bones later.
“Viktor Volkevich will be visiting his casino tonight, so we are moving forward with the plan. Wesley, James, and I will spend some time preparing, and we will be back very late.”
My brows shoot up, but I don’t say anything. Viktor Volkevich. The infamousBratva Pakhan,whose USB I apparently had shoved down my throat. His death means my ultimate release. My return to normalcy.
No wonder that look Dimitri gave me was so conflicted—he’s obviously about to do something dangerous. My stomach flips over, suddenly nervous for him.
I take a long gulp of water and bring my knees up into a crisscross seated position. “I’m surprised you can even find nice clothes that fit you,” I say, knowing at least this is a safe topic.
He turns and assesses the fit in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. “No one with shoulders as wide as mine would ever choose to wear a suit,” he agrees. “If the jacket is large enough for me to move freely, it is baggy and ill-fitting. I am too large to simply walk into a store; I have to get everything tailored or made.”
