poking more than my uterus. It’s painful but crazily exciting. So much so, I succumb to my next orgasm even faster than I did my first.
As my nails dig into Dimitri’s shoulders, his name falls from my lips over and over again. My screams are as uncontrollable as the orgasm rolling through me. It’s almost too much, too overwhelming, too fucking good for me ever to believe this isn’t a dream. It won’t relent. No matter how loud I scream, it won’t free me from the madness. It holds on firmly, gripping me as well as Dimitri’s gaze spears my heart. He’s staring straight at me, increasing the shards of pleasure shredding through me so much, I have no chance of holding back the words floating over my tongue the past hour. “I love you, Dimi. I love you so fucking much.”
“There it is,” he replies with a grunt, his pumps picking up like they had any more to give. “Now, let’s see if I can work it out of you without another set of back-to-back orgasms.”
With my legs curled around his waist and his smirk increasing the likelihood he will accomplish his objective before we reach the main part of my room, Dimitri shuts down the faucet, throws open the shower door, then walks me toward the turned-down bed.
His toss onto my mattress is playful this time around. It even arrives with a little giggle, which is pushed aside for a moan when he leans over to suck a budded nipple into his mouth.
Since the cold shower water has given my skin a blue tinge, the mottling of bruises on my thighs and hips are barely noticeable when Dimitri directs his focus a couple of inches lower. I was fortunate to get good genes from my nanna. Even when it’s been put through the wringer, my skin heals rather decently.
Take the scar on my forehead, for example. Since the chemical peel Dimitri organized the first night of our arrangement, I haven’t needed to cover it up with my bangs. I’m almost at a point I feel comfortable growing out my bangs. That might have more to do with how Dimitri lavishes every inch of me than anything, but it feels nice to have finally reached this stage.
When Dimitri’s chin rests at the apex of my sex, I assume he’s about to once again devour the feast growing more pungent with every nip, lick, and bite he does, so you can imagine my utter despair when he stops a couple of inches away from what I believe is his projected target.
There’s no bump in my belly—even if I were still pregnant, there wouldn’t be—but Dimitri cups it as if there is before he raises his eyes to me. My brain screams at me to tell him the truth, to expose that he didn’t just right Audrey and Fien’s injustices tonight, but I can’t. There’s too much life in his eyes for me to douse, too much happiness. I’m partly responsible for the misery they’ve held the past twenty-two months, so I refuse to steal the light from them for the second time.
I will tell him what happened, just not tonight, not when he finally feels capable of gulping in an entire breath. Instead, I tell him the only thing that matters, and since it is straight-up honest, not even the crackling of my words can take away from its authenticity.
“I love you, Dimitri Petretti. Your fierceness, your craziness, your protectiveness. I love it all… as will your children.”
26
Dimitri
I shoot Rocco a warning look, wordlessly suggesting he keep his riling comment in his mouth or risk losing some teeth. I’m not sneaking out of Roxanne’s room at five in the morning because I’m ashamed we treated India’s guest bedroom as if it’s a brothel. I didn’t unyieldingly pound my cock into Roxanne’s mouth to lower her moans. I love how out of control she is in the bedroom. She forever puts everyone first, except when we’re messing the sheets. There, nothing but chasing the next thrill is on her mind.
The same can be said for me, except I’m not seeking the quick, unenjoyable releases I sought before Roxanne stormed into my life. I want all the shit that comes before it. The flickers in her eyes, the scent of her sweat-slicked skin, her little declarations of love I had no clue I’d crave more than the drugs that regularly tracked through my veins as a teen. They thrill me even more