“I know you did, Kronid, and I also told you the same. I’d never lie about something like that. I learned a long time ago to never lie to those who mean something to you. What is it you want me to do? Lie and say we’re together when in reality we’re not.” I sigh, becoming a little irritated. I can’t help it. I’ve not slept or had coffee. Basically, it means I’m a bitch in the morning without it, and it doesn’t take much to set me off.
How the fuck have we gotten into this mess?
Chapter Ten
Kronid
“Did you not listen to a fucking word I said?” I snap at her, turning back to make sure the door’s shut. After schmoozing her grandparents for the last thirty minutes I want to make sure they don’t think I’m some asshole with an anger management problem.
Dema doesn’t say a damn thing, so I take a step toward her and repeat myself, accentuating every word. “Did you not listen to a fucking word I said?”
She curls her lip up and scrunches her nose, reminding me of what Elvis would look like if he was actually a smokin’ hot chick. “I heard you loud and clear, asshole.”
I shut my eyes for a moment and open them, before taking a step closer to her. My chest is pressed against hers and she breathes in and out quickly. I clear my throat and stare into her dark blue eyes, the same shade as the ocean on her right sleeve tattoo. “I know you’re the only fucking person here for them, the only person they have left. I know enough about you to know they’d be lost without your help, how you prepare their weekly medications, do the cleaning, most of the cooking, and everything else. All of which I learned in the last thirty minutes of me spending time with them. What I knew prior was that you lived with your grandparents as their primary caregiver after your parents died, that your mother moved to the States after leaving Russia. But you moved back after your parents died, choosing to stay with the only family you had left. You said all this to Meghan and myself when we interviewed you for the position at Pins and Needles. Knowing all of that, how was I supposed to stand by and let him kill you? I’ve fucking told you I want you, Dema, so just let me fucking take you.” I hiss, glaring at her with all my might.
Dema opens her mouth slightly from what I assume is shock. “I-I don’t understand why you care so much.”
I shake my head and suck in a deep breath. “You don’t listen to half the shit I say. Femei nenorocite, ascultând doar ce vrei!” I step away from her, throwing my hands in the air and muttering in Romanian about how women only listen to half the shit people say. I look from her to the window and then back to her, “De ce nu poți lăsa asta să fie? Ți-am spus că te vreau, cum te poftesc și apoi îmi spui că fanteziști despre mine și asta? Te comporti de parcă nu vrei să ai nimic de-a face cu mine. Nu te înțeleg, Dema. Nu te înțeleg nenorocit, dar mă face să te doresc și mai mult. La naiba, Dema.”
“Chto ty, chert voz’mi, govorish’?!” She snaps at me, asking me in Russian what the fuck I’m saying. Sometimes I get so pissed I speak in Romanian, so I must’ve been doing that.
My eyes widen and they’re about half ready to pop out of my damn head. “I asked you why you can’t let this be, I told you I want you, I told you I crave you. You told me you were grateful it was me you were in that position with last night and now you act like you want nothing to do with me. I don’t understand you, Dema. I don’t fucking understand you. But even with saying that, it only makes me want you more.” I walk back over to her and push her up against some sort of wooden table next to her easel. It’s a few feet away from where I put her color palette, and as my body presses against hers, backing her up, with every step she doesn’t know what to do, how to act, how to even compose herself. It’s exactly what I want. “If we don’t make it look like we’re together, we’re both going to die. I’m not out here looking for death and I’m certain you aren’t either. I’ve lied to one of the most powerful women in the world about us, saying we’ve been together for a while. I’ve lied to a very dangerous man about us being together. I’ve even lied to your grandparents about it. We are together now, Dema, because I won’t be killed for this, for lying to save your life. And I won’t let you get killed. Otherwise, it was all for nothing.”
“Kronid,” her voice cracks, and her eyes dart to mine. She’s obviously torn right now, not sure what to do or how to act.
“Don’t,” I pause for a moment, softening my voice so I don’t come across so brash. “Rytas will continue to check in. I know him, and I know what he’ll do. I’m trying to protect you, Dema, and in doing so I’m giving us the opportunity to try this out, to see if this means anything.” I wrap my hand around her torso and another on the other side as I collide my lips onto hers.
Her body stiffens before she relaxes as I claim her lips. I try to be gentle, showing her the way I want to kiss her, the way I would’ve taken her flower if I could’ve. A woman like her didn’t deserve what happened last night, but I’m glad it was me. She’s been a temptation being dangled in front of me for far too long, and I’m ready to take a bite out of the forbidden fruit. I only hope it won’t be my last.
Like last night Dema wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me closer, only this time she moans softly into my mouth. I push my tongue past her teeth, colliding with hers and groan as my cock grows harder under my jeans.
Fucking Christ. I want her so bad, so fucking bad.
I skim one hand up her torso while the other is planted on her hip, until I’m caressing her breast through her bra. She’s wearing some silky style shirt, so I move the fabric and her tit pops free. I break our kiss and trail chaste kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, until I’m sucking her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. She leans her head back, biting on her bottom lip as she moans and the head of my cock pulsates at the sound of her pleasure.
Dema brings a hand between us, applying pressure over my pants, rubbing against my hardened, confined cock. I groan against her breast, begging for her to free me from my linen prison.
Her hand continues to massage my cock through my pants until she hooks onto the zipper and pulls it down. I’m quick to yank it free for her, desperately needing something. The impact of her skin against mine is almost too much. Her palm entraps the head of my cock and then slides down my shaft, slightly tightening her grip as she does so.
I suck her breast into my mouth even more, moving the hand on her hip to her other breast, teasing it as well. I rip my mouth from her breast and look up into her eyes. “I want you so fucking bad, Dema,” my voice comes out in a rasp.
She nods once and grabs me by the neck, pulling my face back up to hers. I press my forehead against her own and she whispers, eyes glassy, making me feel like she’s going to cry. “Take me like you would’ve if he wasn’t there, like you would’ve my first time.” Her voice is pleading, begging for the sensuality and affection I couldn’t give her last night.
No words need to be spoken, I simply press my lips against hers and answer her with my kiss. I keep it sensual as fuck, delicate, and caress her lips with my own. She shimmies herself out of the matching silk pants and kicks them to the floor, opening her legs for me in the process. I sink my cock into her slowly, rocking myself back and forth so my intrusion isn’t too sudden.