Page 9 of Your Sharpest Edge
The corner of his lips twisted into a soft smile, which was such an odd look because here he was, this big hockey player, who looked like he could tackle you, but the way he was looking at me was so gentle. The complete and total opposite of my husband, who looked gentle, but was horribly rough on the inside.
“Thank you.” He lowered his head briefly.
“For what?” I whispered back, not wanting to bother Dimitri, who was still deep in conversation.
“Thinking of me.”
The blush heated my cheeks yet again. “I’ve only lived out here for a few months, and I miss home a lot, so I can’t imagine what it was like being here for years.”
His gentle smile momentarily captured my attention, causing the nearby conversation to fade into the background. I was laser focused on the sorrow reflected in Alexsey’s expression.
“It felt lonely, until today.”
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“Open your eyes,” he screamed at me.
I didn’t want to open anything. I didn’t want to look at him. Fuck, I didn’t even want to be here.
“Now,” he bellowed as he rammed so hard inside me, pain shot through my body.
Slowly, I shifted, trying to open my eyes, if only to appease him, hoping that when I did, this would be over faster. Welts formed on my body as he continued to slap me around as if I was another pillow on the bed.
“Now,” he repeated, and this time, his tone told me that if I didn’t look at him soon enough, there’d be consequences for my actions.
Thankfully, they barely opened, enough that I could see him. Sweat beaded on his brow as his hair fell haphazardly in his face, and his striking blue eyes looked terrifying as his naked form loomed over me.
“I need you to at least look like you’re enjoying this for it to work.”
I coughed a few times. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
He shook his head. “I saw the way you were looking at him tonight.”Slam.
Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes. “W-who?”
“The goalie,” Dimitri groaned as he brought his hands to my nipples, grabbing and twisting with brute force.
I needed to search on the internet later if it was physically possible for a human being to rip off a nipple.
“The-The goalie?” I repeated, trying to remember what the heck happened tonight.
My mind raced with all the things that would upset him. I’d done everything he asked. I stopped skating at night so he had dinner to come home to. I didn’t wear anything tight or revealing because he was the only one who was allowed to see that side of me. I stopped wearing makeup because he said I’d draw unwarranted attention from men.
What did I do wrong tonight? Was this what my life was going to be like until death? Because I wasn’t too sure this was a life I’d want to live if it was.
“Yes,” he growled. “You were looking at him.”
I longed to shut my eyes once more, seeking refuge from the overwhelming surge of adrenaline pulsing through Dimitri’s veins. His grip on my hips was so tight that I feared they might fracture under the strain.
“I was looking at everyone, trying to be friendly.” I paused as he relentlessly pounded into me. “I was looking at the other friend, too?” The end of my words trailed up into a question unintentionally.
Another slam.
“He’s Russian.”
My eyes darted around the room as I tried to understand what he was talking about. At least this conversation was distracting him from impaling me.
