Dimitri wrongly believes cleaning up his father’s mess stained his family name more. I’m not close to reaching the same conclusion. He took out the trash and punished those responsible for the mess. That already had his reputation reaching a pinnacle not many men are willing to chip at, so I won’t mention the rumors that circulated when his crew massacred over one hundred men and failed to face prosecution for it. It has his enemies convinced he is in favor with Henry Gottle, Snr. the boss of all bosses. He is, but since that’s only a small part of his success the past four years, I refuse to give it more credit than it deserves.
Dimitri earned the respect he has. He is feared, revered, and loved. And if my woozy head gets on board with the program, he’s about to be adored, too.
The bangs I’ve yet to grow out fan across my forehead when I take a step back from Dimitri. He’s so tall, I have to crank my neck to peer into his eyes so I can watch the light alter in them from me lowering myself onto my knees. I haven’t kept my bangs because I’m scared Dimitri will be turned-off by the scar running down one side of my forehead. I don’t want to change who I am for anyone. Dimitri loves me the way I am, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.
As Dimitri gathers my hair behind my head, I nudge him back until he’s out of the spray of water. I’m not hogging the water as Dimitri accuses almost every time we shower. I merely don’t want anything altering his scrumptious taste.
“This won’t free you of punishment for leaving our son unattended with a dangerous weapon—”
I cut him off by swiping my tongue over the slit in the crown of his cock. It weakens his knees in an instant and has his grip on my hair turning deadly. Confident I have him exactly where I want him, I wet my lips before sliding them down his fat shaft. Even now, years after the first time I sucked his dick, my lips still burn from his impressive girth. He has a beautiful cock. Thick, veiny, long, and oh-so-fucking delicious.
Just recalling how scrumptious he tastes has me taking him to the very back of my throat. His cock will never fit all the way in, but the flattening of my tongue and the relaxation of my throat muscles has his dick burrowing out in the very back. I deep throat him like he’s not stuffing his cock down my throat to suffocate my moans while licking, sucking, and hollowing my cheeks like we’re the only two people in the world.
“If you want to taste my cum, Roxie, you better get a whole heap louder than that. I ain’t taking no prisoners today. Your ass is mine until the AM,” Dimitri says a couple of pumps later.
While grunting through the humid, almost sickly conditions surrounding us, he doubles the rock of his hips. He feeds his cock in and out of my mouth, my horniness ramping up when he needs to fist his shaft with his spare hand to guide his thrusts. I love watching him stroke his cock. My favorite sketches are the ones of him sprawled across our king-size bed with his cock in his hand and his eyes on me. I feel inanely sexy knowing I turn him on enough he can bring himself to climax even while I’m fully clothed.
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock all the way down your throat.”
I love it when he calls me ‘baby.’ It’s rare to get a nickname out of him, so I cherish every one as if they’re too valuable to put a price tag on.
“Fuck me,” he grunts through a growl when my gag vibrates against the crown of his cock. He’s stuffing his dick so far down my throat, I have no choice but to gag. “That sound will never grow old. And neither the fuck will my cravings for your cunt.”
Before I know what’s happening, he plucks me from the floor with a tug on my wrist, hoists me up the tiled wall, then buries his head between my legs. The whack of my head smacking into the tiles is brutal, but it has nothing on the sensation that rips through me when he pokes his tongue inside of me before he grazes his teeth over the hood of my clit.
The speed and skill of his licks exposes he wants me to come right now. He hates being denied my taste even more than I hated seeing the pain in his eyes when he returned from his meet-up with Nikolai days ago. I don’t know what was said, Smith denied me access to the footage on Dimitri’s orders, but I didn’t need to hear the words they exchanged to understand Dimitri’s remorse. It was written all over his face.
My thoughts are returned to the present by Dimitri sucking my clit into his mouth. Basking the bud of nerves between the folds of my pussy with his attention isn’t unintentional. He’s a master at reading me, an absolute pro. He knew my thoughts had drifted to another man, and he’ll spend the next several hours punishing me for my insolence.
I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t pleased by the idea.
Dimitri spreads my thighs wider by stepping closer to me, forcing them apart by the broadness of his shoulders. Once he has me at his complete mercy, he slips two fingers inside of me. I almost jolt into the air when his thumb rubs at my clit. It’s rougher than it usually is, calloused by the amount of dirt he’s been forced to stain his hands with the past week.
He’d never admit it, but the guilt he feels over what happened to Justine sees him going to the end of the earth to right his wrong. He hasn’t done that for anyone but his family the past six years, and the struggle is heard in his clipped tone when he growls, “Goddammit, Roxanne, give me what I fuckin’ want.”
He bombards my pussy with wet, hard kisses that have me freefalling into ecstasy in an embarrassingly quick eight seconds. I scream his name while tugging on his drenched hair. The harder I pull, the faster he eats me.
When the calls of a woman on the brink of insanity taper, Dimitri grips my ass, then fucks me with his mouth until my orgasm stretches from one to two. It’s an almost cruel, somewhat unstable, but also caring exchange that proves what I determined in the alleyway all those years ago. Dimitri is dark and dangerous, but he is everything I could have ever wished for.
I don’t want normal, safe, and predictable.
That’s boring.
You only get one life, so it’ll do you best to make the most of it. If that can’t be achieved without an air of danger, then so be it, bring out the arsenal, because I guarantee it will never be as blistering as the energy that forever teems between Dimitri and me.
It’s even more explosive when he stands to his feet, grips his cock, lines it up with my pussy, then drives home. I scream like I’m being murdered. We’ve fucked many times the past four years, but there will never be a day I’ll take his cock without pain. He’s too thick for that, too lengthy.
It’s taking everything I have not to crumble into a blubbering, shuddering imbecile. That’s how good he makes me feel. Even with his cock pounding into me like he’s possessed, I cherish every pump.
While grunting in my ear about how good it feels to have my heat wrapped around his cock, Dimitri grips my neck firm enough for pleasure to dart down my spine before he thrusts into me over and over again. The jabs he hits my uterus with are painful, but I won’t ever stop him. He’s using my body to get out his frustrations of the past week. Fucking me pulls him out of the darkness. It brings him back to me, so even if I can’t walk for days after this, I’ll face the injustice, because knowing I’m all he needs to bring him back from the brink is an even bigger turn on than seeing the light in his eyes alter when they collide with mine.