sit like a good little girl, asshole. What you did…”
“Was exactly what we both wanted, and you know it.” He cut her off, his tone becoming frosty. “If you had wanted me to stop, I would have. I am not the kind of man to force himself on you. You loved what happened in there. You just don’t want to admit it because you’re scared of how it made you feel. You fucking loved it, Rebecca. Don’t play the coward or the self-righteous bigot now.”
“I am not a coward.” She was playing the self-righteous card, though. It gave her something to hold on to, but she’d never been able to fool Dimitri any more than he could her. She hated him for it sometimes.
“No?” He cocked his head. “Then why are you lying to not only yourself, but to me? Just admit you liked what happened in that bathroom. Admit you liked my hands on you. My mouth all over your sweet pussy, my fingers buried deep inside while I kissed you. Admit it, Rebecca.”
He’d stood and stalked her, each word like a bullet lancing through her. He pushed her up against the French door, her body caged in by his. She wasn’t afraid despite the anger rolling off him. Dimitri would never hurt her, no matter how pissed he was, and boy, was he mad. His whole body vibrated with anger.
He wanted her to ’fess up to liking what he’d done to her, to how he’d made her feel while he’d told her exactly what to do. Hell’s bells. She didn’t even want to admit to herself how much she liked it.
His lips found her jawline, and she shuddered, still completely raw from before. His idea of warfare was so unfair.
“Admit it.”
“Yes, asshole, I liked it.” She despised the way her voice betrayed how much she liked it, and in retaliation, she hauled off and kneed him. Hard.
He let out a cry that probably woke half the neighbors, but he staggered away from her, his hand cupping the family jewels.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” He wheezed the words out, his timbre going a little high.
“Because you fucking deserved it.” She bypassed him and sat at the table, the smell of the food delicious. “You decided for me that’s what I wanted. No one has that right. Doesn’t matter how much I liked it. You can’t do that.”
He waddled over to his own chair and sank down, his hands still busy trying to rub the sting out of his dick.
“You’re right,” he said after a few minutes. “I don’t have that right. Not yet, anyway.”
Her eyes narrowed. What did he mean, not yet?
“Do you like Olive Garden?”
The abrupt switch in conversation threw her. He sounded calmer, more like the Dimitri she knew and less like the asshole who always got what he wanted.
“Never tried it.”
“What? You’ve never eaten at Olive Garden? Endless soups and salads and the breadsticks. Oh, my God. I could live on their breadsticks!”
“I take it you’ve eaten there a lot?” He was up to something, but what?
Dimitri grinned. “Granted, it’s not the same as going to one of the Italian restaurants where the recipes have been passed down generation to generation, but the OG will do in a pinch. Food is good, breadsticks are amazing. I got you lasagna.” He reached over and opened the Styrofoam lid, letting the smell tickle her nose.
He saw the caution in her expression as she tried to figure out what his angle was. While he’d expected some resistance, he’d never once thought she’d fucking haul off and kick him in the balls. His dick was still screaming in pain, but it was all he could do to keep from laughing. He had deserved it, but he’d never admit it.
Laughing would be bad right now. She was pissed enough as it was. “I know you like lasagna, so stop staring at me like I’m Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The colder it gets, the worse it’ll taste.”
“There’s a microwave.” She didn’t so much as make a move toward her plastic silverware. “What is going on, Dimitri?”
Dimitri set his own fork down and looked at her. “I want you. Plain and simple.”
“But I can’t be one of your women, D. It would destroy me.”
The hurt and insecurity in that declaration made his heart twist. He scooted his chair over next to hers and pulled her around so they were facing each other. His legs had been through all they