losing control, Dinara?” I tensed because he hit the nail on the head. “You are,” he said quietly as if this revealed another piece of the puzzle. The big Dinara Mikhailov puzzle he so eagerly wanted to solve. I wondered what he’d think once he’d fitted the last piece in. I wasn’t a masterpiece anyone would show off in a frame. I was a messy thing people kept in the garage or basement.
“I’m not scared of anything,” I seethed. I’d lived too many fears to bow to them.
Adamo shook his head, seeing through me like no one ever had. He tilted his head, seeking more of that darkness I tried to bottle up. He wasn’t a stranger to horrors knowing his family history, but some things were beyond what people felt comfortable with. I worried that he’d realize I was one of those things.
This wasn’t part of the plan. He was a means to an end.
Get a grip!
I grasped his neck and kissed him harshly, wanting to shut him up and stop him from looking at me like that. It made me want things I couldn’t afford at the moment, maybe never.
Adamo ripped away from my mouth. He reached between us and slid two fingers along my slit. “I don’t want a fucking fake orgasm. I want the real deal and I’m going to earn it, and you will fucking lose control, Dinara.”
I’d never come with Dima, but he’d never mentioned it, even though I was almost sure he’d noticed. He wasn’t stupid either and knew me even better than Adamo. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed many of the things Dima and I had done, but I’d never allowed myself to let myself fall completely, to hand control over my body over to another person. Never again.
I met Adamo’s fierce gaze. For some reason, something in him compelled me to throw caution in the wind. “You can lose control with me,” he murmured. “You’re safe.”
I smiled wryly. You’re safe was something I’d been told before, but I wasn’t that girl anymore and Adamo wasn’t a demon from my past. Adamo hooked his hands in my pants and slid them down my legs with my panties, leaving me bare on the hood of the car. I wasn’t shy about my body or a prude who had trouble being naked around others. Naked trips to the sauna with family and friends weren’t uncommon in my family, and yet, I felt vulnerable as I sat before Adamo. His eyes slid down my body to my pussy. He was right. I was dry like the air around us. The wetness his kiss had conjured had been banished by my fears. I needed that kiss again, that taste of Adamo. I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. His hand clamped around my neck then finally his mouth pressed against mine, his tongue reawakening my body. Soon a familiar pulsating filled my core. My mind screamed to stay in control and as if Adamo could sense it, he pulled back slightly, his lips still so close they brushed mine when he spoke.
“Stay with me,” he ordered, then softer. “Stay.” His dark eyes arrested me, held me in the present, no way to escape. He slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before he pressed them lightly against my clit. They slid over my bundle of nerves easily with the extra wetness and soon tingles spread through me. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth when his fingers gently slid up and down my slit, scissoring me until every nerve ending in my pussy awakened.
My breathing came faster, my body becoming tenser. A knot was being tightened dangerously with every stroke from Adamo’s fingers and he was the only one who could release it. He controlled my body, every delicious sensation I experienced. He gathered the wetness between my folds and spread it over my clit, circling it. His breathing was coming faster now too. He never took his eyes off me as he drove me higher. The sensations became overwhelming, the knot ready to burst. “Yes,” Adamo rumbled, his eyes appearing black in the darkness, like they belonged to the devil I’d made a pact with.
He pushed two fingers into me and twisted them. I sucked in a sharp breath, on the edge of falling. My mind screamed for control, my body for release.
With every thrust he twisted his fingers, hitting a delicious point deep within me. My eyelashes fluttered,