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  In either case, he didn’t make love to her. He fucked her. And his charm dissipated almost immediately. So had her freedom.

  Dmitry was nothing like that. Already she knew he had her pleasure at the forefront of his mind.

  “So fucking sexy, baby. I can’t believe I tortured myself into keeping my hands off you for so long.” He stroked one finger through her folds, gathering her moisture and then spreading it upward.

  She bucked her hips off the mattress.

  Dmitry tossed an arm over her belly and pressed her into the bed. “Are you always this responsive? Forget Alena and Mikhail, the neighbors on both sides, above, and below, are going to get an earful.”

  Lauren shuddered at those words. Perhaps he should gag her if he intended to drive her into the nut house for much longer.

  No way would she express that thought, however. Instead, she tucked her lips under and bit down on them.

  Dmitry gently stroked her sensitive skin with one finger, circling her clit and grazing down one side and up the other, leaving the needy nub swollen and exposed and making her head spin.

  His touch was nothing like Anton’s. There was no urgency. The only way she could gather he was even the dominant he claimed to be was by his arm across her belly.

  She’d expected him to blindfold her, flip her on her stomach, and take what he wanted.

  This gentle manner of easing her toward a massive explosion didn’t match anything she imagined.

  Dmitry took nothing for himself yet. Instead, he gave. And gave some more.

  Lauren clamped her lips together and squeezed her eyes tight as she fell under the spell of his touch. She willed him to flick her clit—or even pinch it. Anything but this agonizing torture.

  Her legs shook with need.

  Dmitry moaned against her, the vibrations of his mouth reaching deep as he set his lips fully on her pussy.

  Lauren’s world shrunk. One minute she’d been completely in control of her faculties, and the next minute she was nothing but Jell-O at the mercy of the man between her legs. Her vision blurred as he consumed her. An ache formed in the pit of her stomach, demanding release. Her entire body shook as if she had caught a chill. All her blood drained to the location Dmitry currently suckled.

  His arm still held her steady, though she doubted it was necessary. There was no way she could have commanded herself to move away from him at this point.

  Suddenly, his teeth nipped her clit, the sensation so foreign she screamed. If she could have formed words, she would have begged him for the release she craved. But he took his time, moving too languidly to push her over the edge. Some part of her realized this was intentional.

  As if he were inside her head, he seemed to know exactly when she couldn’t take it any longer. He thrust two fingers into her pussy and flicked his tongue over her trapped clit.

  Lauren fell apart. Every muscle spasmed. She heard her voice as if from a distance, the sounds unintelligible and indistinct.

  As she came down from the highest free fall she’d ever experienced, she was vaguely aware of Dmitry releasing his hold on her and stepping back a pace to unzip his jeans and lower them to the floor. She heard the rip of a condom wrapper, and then he was suddenly on top of her. He grasped both her hands and drew them over her head, pressing them into the mattress as he met her gaze.

  Without a word, he slid into her channel. Shocking her, as his body flattened against her, his cock deeply imbedded, he lost control of himself for the first time. His eyes rolled back. His mouth fell open. A growl escaped his lips.

  And then he moved, pulling out and plunging back into her with unexpected rapid movements, as if he needed to hurry for fear she would disappear before he finished taking her.

  The effect was to send her soaring once again to the special place where she found herself hovering just shy of another orgasm. That feeling right before shattering was the best sensation in the world. She wished she could bottle it up and remain right there on the edge forever, heart racing, skin clammy, knees shaking.

  It was too much and not enough at the same time. She gritted her teeth to keep from tumbling and ending the moment, but there was no way to keep the second free fall at bay with Dmitry’s enormous cock pounding into her.

  As she tumbled into a second orgasm, she somehow realized Dmitry came with her. His body grew rigid, his cock stopping at the deepest point. When his pulsing began to match her own, she shuddered so violently he had to hold her together physically, his hands pressing hers into the bed, his elbows squeezing around her arms protectively.

  When they were both spent and breathing heavily, Dmitry met her gaze. A smile spread across his face. “So totally worth the wait.” He leaned forward and took her lips. His kiss was urgent, demanding. He tasted of her.

  And it occurred to her this was their first kiss. He’d rocked her world twice before pausing at first base.

  She was okay with that, because if she’d known how well he could kiss before he’d made love to her, she might have gotten lost in his mouth and missed the main event.

  Her heart rate was almost back to a reasonable pace when Dmitry released her mouth. He set his forehead on hers. “Jesus. I knew having you would be incredible, but nothing could have prepared me for that level of awesome.”

  She flushed, finally managing to find some sense of herself. As the heat rose across her cheeks, he stared at her. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” she uttered lamely. She reached with one hand to stroke across his forehead, avoiding the cut above his eye.

  Dmitry chuckled. One eye brow lifted. He rose off her a few inches. “Not so bad, huh?”

  “Well, I mean…you know…” What? She couldn’t think of a witty comeback. She had nothing. “As orgasms go, that was pretty decent.”

  His chest vibrated against hers as he chuckled again. “Decent, huh?” He tucked both her wrists in one of his hands and let his other hand trail down her arm until he reached her breast. He cupped the swollen globe, leaning to one side to give himself space. His fingers found her nipple and plucked.

  She squirmed at the sensation.

  He held her gaze as he twisted and pinched the offended tip. “I don’t really do ‘not so bad’ or ‘decent.’” His smile belied the serious tone he tried to impart. “Let me see if I can improve your assessment.” He released her nipple, pulled out of her, and kneeled, hovering above her body. His smile faded. “Don’t move an inch.”

  She nodded. What the hell was he going to do?

  Dmitry eased off the bed and grabbed a pile of tissues. He disposed of his condom in the trash can. He stroked his chin as he glanced around the room. His muscles bulged—the geometric tattoos on his arms begging her to wrap her hands around them and trace the contours.

  A chill swept through Lauren’s body. She pulled her knees together and lowered her hands to cross them over her chest.

  Dmitry spun around. “I said not to move.”

  She gasped. She hadn’t taken him that literally. She’d assumed he meant not to get up.

  Dmitry stalked toward her, giving up on whatever he’d been looking for. He climbed back onto the bed and tapped her hip. “Flip over, baby.”

  She blinked, her tongue stuck in her throat.

  Apparently, he wasn’t a fan of her hesitation. He straddled her body, knocked her hands away from her chest, and pinched both nipples hard.

  She gasped, reaching for his wrists to disengage him.

  He was much stronger than her, though.

  And confusion muddled her brain when she realized she was aroused by his touch. As if there was a direct line from her nipples to her pussy, she felt the renewed gathering of wetness.

  Dmitry released her. “Turn over onto your stomach, baby.” His words were demanding, but gentle.

  This time, she followed his directive.

  He smoothed his hands up her sides, drawing her arms over her head.

  Before she had any inkling of his intention, he tugged the tangled mess of
sheet from one side and wrapped it around her joined wrists.

  She lifted her face as he wrapped the corners of the sheet around the wide slats of the headboard and tied them off.

  Her breath hitched. Her nipples, still tender from his pinch, puckered against the mattress.

  Dmitry grazed his fingers back down her arms, pausing to brush her hair from her face. “You’ll never know how incredibly sexy you are right now.” He stroked her cheek and then rubbed his thumb over her lips. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If I didn’t think you could handle this, I wouldn’t do it.”

  She believed him.

  “Does this make you hot, baby?”

  She gave a subtle nod.

  “I thought so.” He eased away from her face, grabbed a pillow, lifted her hips, and stuffed the soft down under her belly.

  She’d never been more exposed. Nor had she been more turned on.

  Dmitry reached for her knees, bent them, and lifted her up so her ass was in the air. “Spread your thighs open.”

  She inched her knees outward, holding her breath. She was close to another orgasm from the position alone. The last thing she wanted was for him to know.

  He massaged her butt cheeks, tenderly at first and then with firmer pressure. Leaving one hand on the small of her back, he eased the other between her legs. “Baby, you’re so wet.”

  She moaned, rocking forward.

  His fingers teased her entrance, spreading her lower lips and dancing around the slit between them.

  Her body stiffened. Disbelief that he could bring her so close to another orgasm so quickly had her concerned about her sanity. She would never be able to fend this man off or deny him any access to her body he requested.

  He was right. His way of dominance was totally incongruent with Anton Yenin’s. The man deserved not one morsel of her attention, and she shut him out immediately.

  The hand on the small of her back reached around to wiggle into the small triangle created by the pillow to settle between her breasts and her pussy. He cupped her breast and squeezed enough to make her moan.

  His other hand worked her pussy, slowly adding pressure to the entrance, gathering her wetness and spreading it across her clit and then backward toward her tight rear hole. He tapped the entrance, making her flinch. “Has anyone taken you here, Lauren?”

  She shook her head subtly. She’d never even considered such an idea.

  “Mmm. That makes my cock hard all over again. Knowing I’ll be the first to breach this tight entrance one day.”

  A small squeak escaped her lips, making her instantly wish she could draw it back. Was she ready for such a thing?

  “Not right now. Not today. But soon.” He swirled his finger back through her moisture and drew it up to the puckered gathering of tight muscle again.

  When he pressed against the entrance, she squeezed her cheeks together. Even after two orgasms and a seriously intense level of pliability, she hesitated where her ass was concerned. She wasn’t ready for ass play.

  Dmitry released her breast and brought that hand between her legs to join in the torment-Lauren party.

  Her breath hitched as he thrust several fingers into her, stretching her wide. A flutter deep in her pussy gathered in intensity. She rocked backward, attempting to dislodge his hand from her rear hole. It unnerved her the way the sensitive skin at the tight entrance came to life with the added thrust inside her pussy.

  “That’s it. Concentrate on how good it feels.”

  She rocked forward and then backward again. Nothing deterred him from his objective. His hands simply traveled with her body. A rhythm of thrusting and rubbing ensued as though choreographed.

  Dmitry nudged her legs wider.

  It was an awkward position, but she had no way to rectify it, nowhere to go with her arms secured above her head and her knees tucked up high and wide.

  Her breasts grazed the sheet beneath her as she picked up the pace, intensifying every sensation.

  Suddenly Dmitry’s finger breached her rear hole and pressed deep. His palm flattened against her ass. He fucked her with both hands in earnest, thrusting in and out, several fingers stretching her pussy while that one maddening finger stroked inside her forbidden hole.

  “That’s it. Take what you need. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  She moaned. The ride to the top was slower this time, partially because she’d already had two orgasms, but also because he wasn’t touching her clit. He was a master with his fingers inside her, however. He crooked them so they pressed hard against her G-spot with each pass.

  “Oh God.” She lifted her face, her hair falling around her, curtaining her from the world. She tugged her arms, needing to support her upper body but finding it impossible to budge them.

  “Lauren,” he commanded, “give it to me. Come for me.” Somehow he managed to reach forward with his pinky and press into her clit.

  That was all it took. She came in hard sharp bursts of pleasure, her pussy and her ass grasping at the intrusions. Her face fell back to the mattress when she was unable to support her head.

  Dmitry slowed his movements as the waves of pleasure subsided. When he finally pulled out of her, he yanked the pillow away and tugged her feet gently, allowing her to fall flat onto her belly.

  She couldn’t breathe correctly. Her clit pulsed with the aftershocks. She squirmed against the mattress, trying to rub herself some more.

  Dmitry chuckled. He kissed her shoulder and climbed off the bed. “Be right back.”

  The ringing in her ears slowly eased as she fought for renewed presence on Earth, as if she’d left her body and floated away for a while and then returned.

  She heard the bedroom door open and shut with a soft snick, wishing there was a bathroom attached to her room. Moments later, Dmitry returned, the door shutting once again, the lock turning in place before he approached her.

  She was sated and sinking into the bed as if it were quicksand. It seemed to be swallowing her whole.

  Dmitry brushed her hair from her face before he fumbled with the sheet to release her wrists. When he freed her, he gently helped her flip over. “Spread your legs for me. Let me clean you up.”

  She let her knees fall wide, no longer caring what he saw. It was a little late for modesty.

  He pressed a warm cloth against her pussy and stroked through her folds.

  When she met his gaze as he set the cloth aside and climbed up to lie beside her, she found a much different Dmitry behind his dark eyes. His permanent scowl had disappeared, replaced by what could only be described as reverence. His one eye was less swollen. She could see both of them better. His face was calm, the wrinkles he usually sported wiped away. “I like this look so much better,” she said.

  Dmitry gave a wry smile as he pulled her against his chest. “What look? I’m naked. You like me naked?”

  She swatted his chest, fortunately not very hard because his pecs were so solid she could have hurt herself. “Your face, dummy. I like it better relaxed with you gazing down at me like I’m actually attractive instead of a leper.”

  He groaned. “This again. You do realize I’ve never for a second found you to be anything but fucking sexy, right?”

  She shrugged.

  He flopped onto one elbow, nudged her legs apart, and settled his top knee between hers. His gaze roamed up and down her body. He used one finger to follow the path of his eyes.

  Her nipples pebbled as he danced over each one so gently she might have imagined his touch. The result was the same.

  His eyes came back to meet hers. “Trust me, Lauren. There isn’t a woman alive who can hold a candle to you.”

  She shuddered at his words. It felt so good to know the last six months had been an act. “Why’d you wait so long, exactly?”

  “I was trying to be a gentleman. You deserved better than to have one man kidnap you from another and then expect sex in return.”

  “Is that what this is? Payment for services rendered?”r />
  He stopped moving. “Do you believe that?”

  “No.”

  His shoulders relaxed. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. I would do anything for you. You owe me nothing.”

  “Like save my life.”

  “Especially save your life. That’s the most important thing here.”

  “Not sex?” Her face flamed. If she were perfectly honest with herself, sex seemed like a pretty damn important component.

  Dmitry kissed her lips. “Best fucking sex of my life. Hands down. It’s beyond important. But your life ranks even higher. Won’t do me any good to fall in love with you if I can’t keep you safe.”

  She froze. Did he say “fall in love”?

  “So tell me…” he changed the subject, “…was that last orgasm decent? Maybe not so bad?” He mimicked her exact words from earlier.

  She couldn’t stop the grin that split her face. “It was nice.”

  Dmitry groaned and rolled his eyes. “Woman.” He resumed stroking her breasts and belly. “I can do it again if you need more convincing.”

  “God, no. I’m not going to be able to walk right tomorrow as it is. I need a break.”

  He chuckled. “Do you have any idea how hot you were trussed to the bed with your sweet ass in the air?”

  She shook her head against his chest.

  “When I realized you were beyond turned on, I almost came again against your thigh.” He turned his head and kissed her cheek. “You’re a fantastic submissive.”

  A shiver made her flinch. “I’ve never thought of myself that way, Dmitry. I think you must be mistaken. I’m a strong independent woman—or I was until you brought me here and locked me up.”

  He shook his head next to her. “It doesn’t work like that. In fact, the strongest women make the best submissives.”

  “How do you figure?” Curiosity made her listen closely.

  “A real Dom doesn’t take what’s not offered to him, Lauren. That asshole Yenin is a pussy, I tell you. A total jackass. Dominance has nothing to do with force. That’s bullying. D/s is an intricate world of give and take. I can’t take what you don’t offer. If you say no, I stop. That’s it. The power is yours.”