Dmitri waited for Keira’s condemnation. He expected it, considering what he’d just admitted. Perhaps he should have played things smarter, should have wooed her with soft words and sincere promises, should have kissed her to distract from their conversation and let things progress physically from there.
That wasn’t who he was.
He didn’t hide in the shadows. He didn’t flinch at what was required of him. He simply took care of business and moved on.
Still, it was a small leap of faith to lay that before her so baldly. She was right to accuse him of the shit he’d done to her family, because it was all true. He made no apologies, though. They brought him to her, and she was worth every single action. Despite everything, he’d never directly hurt a single person she cared about, and that was the only thing he couldn’t come back from.
Keira ran her hands down his chest and back up again. “I don’t know if I’m more disgusted with myself or with you that none of that is enough to make me turn away.”
He exhaled slowly. “There is no turning away from this.” It wasn’t strictly true, but she fit too well into this life to do anything else. She’d had her chance to get out—several of them over the years—and she’d never taken that step. Because she didn’t want to.
That, at least, he was sure of.
“Then I suppose I had better embrace it.” She undid his top button slowly and dragged her fingertips down to the next to repeat the action. “I’m still not sure I like you very much.”
“No lies between us.” He trapped her wrists, holding her hands against him. “You like me very much.”
She blinked those big hazel eyes at him. “I like parts of you, at least.”
Dmitri laughed, the sound surprising him. “I suppose a man has to start somewhere.”
“I know the perfect place.” She extracted her hands from his grasp and undid his slacks.
Keira started to go to her knees, but he caught her elbows and kept her on her feet. “Nyet, moya korleva. You are a motherfucking queen, and you go to your knees for no man—not even me.”
She tilted her head to the side even as she slid her hand into his slacks and grasped his cock. “You were just on your knees for me less than twenty-four hours ago.”
And he’d loved every single fucking second of it. “That’s different,” As she was so fond of pointing out, he had all the power and she only had what he gave her. His going into a temporarily submissive position changed nothing. Her newfound role was too fragile, and he refused to do something to create a repeat of the night before. He’d already misjudged things and spooked her—several times. He wouldn’t allow it to happen again.
“Dmitri Romanov, are you trying to handle me?” She kept one hand on his cock, casually stroking, and flattened the other against his chest.
“That would be unwise of me.” Even if it was exactly what he was doing.
“Yes, it would.” She exerted the slightest bit of pressure, backing him up a step, and then another, until he felt the chair behind him. “Sit, boy.”
“Keira—”
“Think twice before you say whatever you’re about to say.” She gripped his cock harder and leaned into him, the rhinestones of her dress pressing hard against his chest. “Sit down, Dmitri. Sucking your cock isn’t going to magically make me something I’m not, and I’m dying for a taste of you.”
His chest tightened in something he couldn’t put into words. “That’s not what was on the menu.”
“One little blow job isn’t going to ruin your ability to own my pussy for the night.” She kissed his neck, speaking her next words against his skin. “But it is going to have me aching for you even more than I already am. Be good and sit down right now, and I’ll hold off fingering myself while I suck you.”
“You aren’t a woman. You’re a goddamn siren.”
“Da.” She pushed him again, and this time he let her guide him back into the chair. Keira braced herself on the back of the chair and gave him a few more strokes. “It’s really not fair that you have a perfect cock in addition to everything else. I mean, I know being a gentleman-murderer is a check in the negative column, but the balance is still in your favor.” She let go of him and lifted the hem of her dress enough that she was able to go to her knees between his thighs.
With her this close, he didn’t bother to resist the temptation to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs. “My perfect cock is at your disposal.”
“I know.”
The words, simply stated, shot through him. Dmitri tipped her chin with two fingers. “I’m yours, Keira, and you are mine.”
She gave a sexy little smirk. “I won’t freak out again. Now stop stalling. Sit back and shut up while I have some fun.”
He laughed again. “Do your worst.”
“I intend to.” She gripped his cock and licked the tip, her gaze never leaving his face. “Tell me something.”
“Mmm.”
“What does moya koroleva mean?”
She could have looked it up easily enough, but he liked that she was pushing him for the translation. He laced his fingers through her hair and pulled it back from her face so he had a clear view. “It means ‘my queen.’”
Her victorious grin was reward enough. “Oh, Dmitri, I’m going to make it so good for you. You don’t even know.” Before he could respond, she sucked his cock into her mouth.
His thoughts shorted out. Fuck, his ability to do anything but sit there and take what she was doing to him disappeared. Keira went after his cock as if she truly needed it. She gently dragged her teeth up him and then flicked his head with her tongue. Seeing her red, red lips closed around his length was an image he’d never forget until the day he died.
She pinned him with her gaze, the defiance in her eyes telling him she knew the effect she had on him. Dmitri fought to keep his eyes open and not miss a single second of this experience. He smoothed his thumbs over her temples as he shifted his grip on her hair. “You’re as beautiful like this as you are doing everything you do.”
She moved off his cock just enough to say, “You’re pretty beautiful like this, too, Dmitri.”
“Dima.”
She paused. “Dima?”
He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but the words were pulled from him, as slow and sticky as taffy. “The people I care about call me Dima.”
“Dima.” She said it as if tasting it. Tasting him. Keira flashed him a brilliant smile. “I like it. Now stop distracting me and let me have my filthy way with you.”
* * *
Keira sucked Dmitri’s cock like her life depended on it. Easier to focus on the feel of his thick length in her mouth and throat than to try to unpack her feelings about his allowing her to call him Dima. Dima. The name didn’t fit…and yet it did. Dmitri was cold and distant, the man she’d known up until moving in with him. Dima was…something else altogether. Dima was the quiet pain on his face when he caught her about to drink on the floor of her bathroom. Dima was the man who sat across the table from her and told her about his lonely childhood. Dima was his fingers in her hair and his face tense as he watched her give him the blow job of a lifetime.
She might not know how she felt about Dmitri, but she liked Dima a whole hell of a lot.
Focus on the here and now. Deal with the rest later.
Right now was about enjoying the feel and taste of him and very carefully not thinking too hard about anything else. She sucked harder, taking him deeper. More. I need more.
“Keira. Moya koroleva. I’m close.”
She knew. She could tell by the way his cock swelled against her tongue and his fingers tightened in her hair as if trying to maintain control. She released him, slow and steady, and the way relief warred with need would have made her laugh under different circumstances. “Dima.” Oh yes, she liked the way his name felt on her tongue.
“Da?”
He expected her to demand her orgasm before they had sex. She could tell from the hungry way his gaze fell to her breasts and then lower. He had wanted her for dessert, after all.
Too damn bad.
She gave his cock a slow stroke with her fist. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Come for me.”
His gray eyes widened and then closed for a breath. “You will be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go.” She grinned because she knew she had him. He wanted her pleasure, but he enjoyed the hell out of what she was doing to him, and there was something just downright dirty about her demand that he had to love as much as she did. “Up, Dima.”
She scooted back a few inches and tugged on his cock. His brows slanted down. “You can’t simply use my name to get whatever you want whenever you want it.”
“Can’t I?” Another tug and he pushed to his feet, his fingers still tangled in her hair. Looking up Dmitri’s body while she was on her knees had her pussy tightening in anticipation. Tonight wouldn’t end when he came the first time. From the forbidding expression on his face, he had all sorts of payback planned for her, and she couldn’t wait to experience it.
Keira held his gaze as she took his cock back into her mouth, sucking him deep. She silently challenged him to do exactly what she’d demanded, and he cursed long and hard in Russian. Or at least she thought it was a curse. It sure as hell had the right tone for it. Abruptly, his grip tightened on her hair, forcing her still.
And then he began fucking her mouth. Shallow thrusts as first, as if testing her commitment to this. Keira practically purred and relaxed completely, taking everything he gave her, never looking away. He cursed again, this time in English, and his strokes picked up tempo. Dmitri stared down at her, his expression tight and almost pained, but there was something like wonder in his eyes.
“I’m close,” he gritted out.
She ran her hands down his hips to his thighs and dug her nails in a little, a silent permission to do exactly what they both wanted. If her damn dress wasn’t in the way, she would have fingered herself to the vision of his lips parted and eyes slid closed as if he couldn’t hold it together for a second longer. He orgasmed, her name on his lips, and she swallowed him down.
Dmitri’s grip loosened on her, but she kept sucking him, luxuriating in the feeling of his small shudders and the way his thighs shook beneath her hands.
“You will put me in an early grave.” But he said it almost fondly as he hauled her up his body and kissed her soundly. “You are a gift.”
“Or a curse, depending on who you ask.” Instead of coming out snarky like she intended, her words were breathy. Needy.
He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue and desire. “I have one modification I’d like to make to this dress.”
How the hell was he thinking about the dress at a time like this? She was so wet, she was pretty sure it drenched her inner thighs, and if she didn’t get his hands or mouth on her, Keira might be the one expiring on the spot. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders. “Sure. Whatever you want.”
She paused at the sight of him shirtless. They’d been naked together in his bed, but it was too dark to see him properly. She knew he had tattoos—of course he did—but seeing them was something else altogether. She barely got a good look at the landscape piece before Dmitri let go of her and went down on one knee. She tried not to startle at the familiar position, but at least he was distracted enough that he didn’t notice her reaction. He ripped her dress with a sharp move, tearing across the tops of her thighs and across the back just under her ass. “This is the length is always should have been.”
“Oh, I don’t know. That might have been trashy.” She snorted.
“Nyet.” He inched up the fabric just enough to expose her pussy. “I don’t know what would be more frustrating—knowing this part of you was locked away beneath all that fabric…or knowing you were close enough to touch but being denied it until now.”
When he talked like that, he made her sound like some kind of temptress. It had been the point of her clothing choice for tonight, but Dmitri had always looked at her the way he was now—as if he were a dog on a fraying leash, a few precious inches from the tastiest steak he’d ever seen.
He used one hand to keep her dress up and bracketed her hip with the other. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell how much you need me.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She tried and failed to keep the need out of her voice.
“Some things are worth taking your time with. Enjoying every second.” He nudged her legs apart and spread her with two fingers. “I like the look of you after you’ve sucked me down. You loved every second of that.”
“You were too gentle with me.” She regretted the words as soon as they escaped, but here in this moment with him so close, her filters suffered a critical error—not that they’d been that great to begin with.
His gaze flicked up to meet hers. “Next time, I won’t be.”
Next time.
Oh, she knew there’d be a next time. Of course there would be. But the possessive way he said as much made every nerve in her body flare with heat. She could have Dmitri over and over again. There wasn’t a limit on it.
“What’s put that look on my wife’s face?”
She considered commenting on his determination to name her as his wife, but decided to let it go. Tonight was a special night, for better or worse. There was no need to ruin it with petty bullshit. Keira reached down and slid her fingers through his hair. The casual touch thrilled her as much as the sexual ones did. “I was thinking that I could fuck you ten times a day if I wanted to.”
Amusement flickered in his eyes and the curve of his lips. “Impossible to run an evil empire if I have my cock buried in you ten times a day.” He kissed first one hip bone and then the other. “But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“Mmm.” She sucked in a breath as his lips grazed her pubic bone. “Though if we let the evil empire run itself, eventually it’ll fall apart.”
“True.” He shifted, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder and pressing her back against the table.
It was difficult to focus with his breath ghosting across her clit, but she made a valiant effort. “I think three times a day is reasonable. It’s important to have balance.”
Dmitri nuzzled her pussy. “Your compromise is duly noted. Now, stop talking business. My wife has needs that require attention.”
“What a polite monster you are.”
He growled against her skin. “Your monster, at least in this.”
I am in over my head and sinking fast. She couldn’t bring herself to care as he licked her like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream. Before she could really relax into it, he stood and spun her around. She caught herself on the table, knocking over his glass and sending silverware flying. Keira sucked in a breath to protest, but then Dmitri’s mouth was at the small of her back.
Oh.
He pushed her dress higher as he licked his way up her spine and then finally shoved the fabric over her head. It hit the table with a heavy thunk, but she couldn’t bring herself to care that it would be stained beyond recognition. Not with his hands cupping her breasts and plucking at her nipples. He started his way down her spine again, his palm coasting over her stomach to cup her between her thighs. He slid two fingers in her as if sure he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d welcome it with arms open wide. He’s right.
Maybe she should be ashamed of that truth.
His other hand slid up the back of her thigh, pushing her legs wider, and squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks. He kissed one and then the other, his tongue sliding over her skin in lazy circles as he worked her pussy with his fingers. “Tell me something, moya koroleva. Have you ever had a man here?” He traced a finger down the seam of her body.
She froze, trying to think past the pleasure he dealt her in waves. “That’s a sexist fucking question.”
His chuckle didn’t do a damn thing to help her string two thoughts together. “My mistake. Have you had a man or woman here?” He exerted the slightest pressure against her ass, not quite pushing his finger inside, but definitely testing her.
She jerked forward, which only served to shove his fingers deeper inside of her. Keira gripped the table and moaned. “You’re such a dick.”
“Nyet. I’m asking a perfectly simple question.” He nipped the upper curve of her ass. “Though I believe I have my answer.”
She was far from a virgin, but that didn’t stop a flicker of fear from starting in her chest. “Dima, I—”
“Relax.” He gave her ass one last squeeze and stroked his hand down her other leg, widening her stance further. He pushed a third finger into her, never picking up his tempo, the slow stroke of ownership turning her on far more than it had a right to. “Whatever you think of me, I won’t take your ass for the first time while bending you over our dinner table.”
She tried to pick apart that statement. “Does that mean you fully intend on taking my ass in this position sometime in the future?”
His dark chuckle did nothing to calm her racing heartbeat. “Only if you ask me to.”
Though she was tempted to tell him that would never happen, Keira wasn’t anywhere near as confident of that fact as she’d like to be. She leaned over fully, bracing her forearms on the table. “I like the idea of you fucking me here, Dima. Right now.”
“When I’m ready. Not before.” His mouth closed around her clit and she moaned, grinding against his face. Dmitri sucked her gently, just as slowly and thoroughly as he’d been fucking her with his fingers.
She gripped the table so tightly, her knuckles went white. There would be no demands this time. She was at his mercy the same way he’d been at hers. All she could do was hang on for the ride.
Except Keira had never been that good at being passive.
She moaned, fighting to get the words out. “Dima, please. I want you inside me when I come.”