But I’m coherent enough to remember this isn’t an abandoned classroom on an upper level of Wellwood Hall. We’re in the infirmary, in a storage closet, and I know there are people in this building.
“Dmitri!” I gasp, forcing my brain to function long enough for my mouth to form words. “Door!”
He pulls his face away from my pussy, and I miss the heat of his breath immediately.
“Fuck.”
He looks over his shoulder at the door and then back to me, and the gleam in his eyes makes me shiver. He doesn’t seem worried about someone busting in on us, exactly; he looks more like he hates the idea of anyone else seeing me like this. Like this moment is his and his alone.
Without another word, he stands and strides to the door. It’s got a simple lock on the handle, and he turns it with slow deliberation.
Jesus Christ.
I never thought watching somebody lock a door would turn me on so fucking much—but I swear, that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Because I know what it means.
As the locking mechanism slides into place with a soft click, Dmitri’s gaze snaps back to me. I’m still leaning against the shelves, arms draped over them to help support my weight as I stand here—shirtless and disheveled, with my pants pushed halfway off my hips and what I’m guessing is a visible wet spot on the crotch of my panties.
I’m sure I look like a mess, but Dmitri seems to love everything about it. His dark eyes blaze with fire as he stalks back toward me. He catches my face in one large hand, and before I can prepare for it, his lips are on mine again.
We kiss wildly, our low grunts and moans filling the small space as we tear at each other’s clothes.
Look, maybe one day I’ll make a real effort to cut back on having sex in public places—but today is not that fucking day.
I grab the condom from the little front pocket of my jeans before Dmitri yanks my pants all the way down my legs, pulling my shoes off and tossing everything aside in a pile. He’s still got his pants on, but his shirt is off, his broad chest and sculpted muscles on full display. He shoves his pants halfway down his thighs, and his cock springs free, long and thick and so hard it looks almost painful.
How long has he been wanting this? Craving this?
Probably about as long as I have.
My fingers shake as I try to open the condom wrapper. I’m nervous for some reason, and so turned on I can barely see straight.
Dmitri’s large hand closes over mine, stopping my frantic movements. His gaze locks on my face as he takes the condom from me in a deliberate motion, tearing it open quickly before sliding it on with quick strokes of his fist.
Then he kisses me so deeply my toes curl against the hard, cool floor. When he pulls back, he tilts my head up to look at him.
“We need to keep quiet, Princess. Do you think you can do that?”
Um, with the way he’s looking at me? With the way my clit is throbbing like it has its own heartbeat? With the way sharp gasps are already falling from my lips without my permission?
Fuck no.
“Yes,” I promise, nodding my head vigorously.
He smirks, like he knows that’s a damn bald-faced lie.
Then he grabs my hips and spins me around. My fingers scrabble for a handhold on the shelves as I feel his warm hand sliding down my back, all the way from my neck to the base of my spine. I lose his touch for a second just before his palm connects with my ass in a sharp slap.
It’s not hard. It doesn’t really hurt, but the sound and the slight sting against my flesh make me cry out softly—and I’m already breaking my word about staying quiet.
Dmitri chuckles, a low, dark sound that makes my pussy clench. Then he grabs onto my hips and plunges into me, bottoming out in one thrust. If I weren’t already soaking wet, it might be too much. But I am, I’m so wet for him, and the feel of him inside me, of his hips pressed flush against my ass, is everything I need right now. I let out another involuntary sound, and Dmitri growls behind me.
“Bad Princess.”
There’s humor in his voice, and I know he loves every noise that falls from my lips,