Impossible for Dmitri to deny Keira when she kept requesting things he fucking needed. Fuck her mouth. Lick her. Kiss her. Have her coming on his cock instead of his tongue. Sheer habit had him wanting to deny her that if only to maintain control of the situation, but the truth was that he’d lost control the second her knees hit the floor.
He’d damn them both to give her whatever she asked of him, though he wasn’t about to give her that ammunition on his own.
He ran his hand up her spine as he shucked off his slacks. The picture she presented, bent over the table they’d just had a meal on, her ass tipped up in offering, her pale skin flushed with desire…
“I would have this as a picture, moya koroleva.”
She shivered beneath his palm. “Then take it.”
He scooped up his phone and dropped into the chair he’d sat in while she sucked his cock. From this angle, he could just see her pussy glistening. Dmitri snapped a picture and took several precious seconds to ensure it was in a private album that couldn’t be accessed without a password. She’d given him her trust in allowing this, and even if his phone rarely left his sight, he refused to betray her, even inadvertently.
As he stood, she shot him a look over her shoulder. “Dirty pictures get you off.”
“You get me off.” It was nothing more than the truth, but the way her eyes went wide made it feel like a confession. “Short of chaining you to my side, there will be times when I want you and you aren’t available.” He stepped behind her and bent over her body, pressing his chest to her back. “When that happens, I’ll look at that picture, and I’ll fuck my fist while imagining it’s you.”
“Mmm.” She pushed her hips back against him. “If that’s what does it for you, when you’ve been a particularly good gentleman-murderer, I’ll send you something special to add to your collection.”
“Cruel and unusual punishment to tease me when I can’t touch you.”
Another roll of her hips. “You can touch me now, Dima. Don’t make me wait any more.”
Dima.
He shouldn’t have given her that name. It was ammunition in Keira’s hands, and he had no defense against the sound of his name on her lips. None. For all his reputation and history, ironic that he’d be felled so completely by this little slip of a woman.
Dmitri fisted his cock and pushed into her, one torturous inch at a time. “This is what you need. My cock filling you.”
“Yes, yes.” She pushed back, sheathing him to the hilt. Her pussy clenched around him, and he had to grab her hips to keep her from moving. His earlier orgasm should have taken the edge off, but this woman drove him wild in a way he never could have anticipated. Keira moaned. “Harder. Take me harder.”
He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back into her, using his grip on her hips to do exactly as she needed. She cried out and then she was moving in counterpoint with him, slamming back to meet his strokes. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, and his world narrowed to the little sounds she made when he hit exactly the right spot, and the feel of her around him.
“Mine,” he said in Russian. “You’re mine. You may deny it to the day you die, but it’s the truth all the same.”
“Oh God.” She flung her head back as she came, and he bracketed her throat, holding her in position with her back bowed as he kept fucking her.
Only when her tremors stopped did he release her and allow her to slump onto the table. Keira lasted a breath, another, before she lifted her head. “You didn’t come.”
He kissed her shoulder, pumping gently with his hips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She shivered. “I don’t think I’m complaining.”
“You sound like you’re not sure,” he teased. Dmitri pulled out of her and turned her around to kiss him. “Come to bed with me. I’m not ready for this night to end.”
Keira was already nodding. “I don’t suppose you’re going to fuck me all the way up the stairs to the room?”
He liked the image she created, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her ass, his cock buried inside her, stopping every few steps to press her against the wall, and then again on the stairs themselves…
Dmitri inhaled sharply. “Another night when I’m sure we don’t have an audience.” He kissed her, quick and light. “I don’t like to share.”
“Pity.” She slipped out of his arms and grabbed his shirt from where he’d tossed it onto the floor. She didn’t bother to button the whole thing, just enough that she wasn’t completely indecent.
But any of his men she encountered on the walk to their room would get an eyeful all the same.
He yanked on his pants and made it to the door just as she opened it. Dmitri didn’t waste time arguing—he simply scooped her into his arms and strode for the stairs.
She smirked up at him. “Someone’s feeling possessive.”
“Where you’re concerned? Always.” He shouldn’t say as much, not when she’d been so very clear about how little she liked that trait, but Dmitri was who he was. He hadn’t been lying when he told her that, as her husband, he was hers, but she was still his. The faster she came to terms with that, the better for both of them.
They made it to the bedroom without encountering anyone, which made him suspect Pavel had cleared all but the necessary personnel for the night. Keira hadn’t exactly been quiet when he was fucking her, and anyone in this part of the house would have heard and known to avoid the area until morning. Dmitri was more than capable of keeping her safe and dealing with any potential threat—and his men knew it.
He kicked the door shut behind him and let her slide down his body as he set her on her feet. Keira started to step away, but he caught her hips and kept her close. “I’m taking your ass tonight, moya koroleva, unless you tell me truthfully that it’s something you aren’t the least bit interested in trying.”
She met his gaze steadily. “I want whatever you’ll give me, Dima. I’m yours—at least for tonight.”
* * *
Keira should have begged off. It would have been the smart thing to do. Dmitri already looked at her as if he owned her. Giving him access to a part of herself she’d never given anyone else would only confirm that he was right in that belief.
But she was so goddamn tired of the games. Tomorrow they could get back to jockeying for power and position over the each other. Tonight, she only wanted him.
He led her to the bed and urged her onto it. “Trust me.”
“In this? Sure.”
His lips thinned, just a little. “Someday, you won’t put a qualifier on that statement.”
Maybe. She wasn’t in the mood to deconstruct their future at this moment. Keira met his gaze and slid further onto the bed. From this angle, she got a good view of his chest piece. The landscape reminded her of the one in his office—bleak and a little sinister. She didn’t think Russian criminals usually had gorgeous dark forests tattooed on their chests, but it fit Dmitri. He was king of his domain. He didn’t need a throne or something gaudy and in-your-face. He owned the area depicted in his tattoo and every single thing that resided there.
Just like he did in his territory in New York.
It was something to chew on later, his strangely artistic side of Dmitri. Right now, her only priority was driving him past the point of control. With that in mind, Keira rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs, tilting her ass up. A strained sound came from behind her, and she smiled against the sheets. Just to ensure Dmitri wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore, she slid her hands down her sides and over her ass to part herself for his gaze. In her current position, he should be able to see every single inch of what he wanted. Checkmate.
“Do. Not. Move.”
She held perfectly still as his footsteps sounded, heading for the bathroom. Dmitri didn’t make her wait long, returning to join her on the bed. She heard a distinctly wet sound, and then his fingers were sliding down her ass to circle her. He dipped inside and she instinctively clenched.
“Shh, shh.” Dmitri shifted to lie next to her and kiss her shoulder. “Relax. Breathe. I’ve got you.”
“You try to relax with a finger in your ass.”
He chuckled. “Perhaps next time.”
That got her attention. Surely she’d heard him wrong. Dmitri Romanov did not just offer to let her return the favor. “You’d let me peg you?”
He gave a slow shake of his head. “That’s not my kink, and I don’t think it’s yours, either.”
Well, no. The idea of a strap-on left her feeling kind of queasy, if only because she didn’t even know where to begin. It was the deep end and she’d barely even dipped her toe into the shallows when it came to ass play—giving or receiving. “Then what are you offering?”
“Exactly this.” He slid his finger further into her. It didn’t hurt in the least, but she didn’t know how to even start describing the feeling. Her indecision must have shown on her face because he shifted closer and kissed her. Dmitri slid his tongue into her mouth even as he guided her closer and positioned her leg up and over his hip. It left them pressed together, and she shifted as his cock rubbed against her aching clit.
Suddenly, what he was doing to her ass wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable at all.
Keira eagerly met his mouth, sucking the tip of his tongue even as she writhed to get closer. She tensed when he pushed a second finger into her, but everything else he was doing was too damn good to stop. She tore her mouth from his long enough to say, “Fuck me, Dima.”
“All you have to do is ask. I crave the feel of you clenching around my cock.”
She wormed her arm between them and lined him up with her entrance. He didn’t hesitate to pull her closer even as he thrust, filling her completely. With his fingers inside her, her eyes flew open, startled at how fucking good it was to be filled so completely. “Oh.”
“‘Oh,’ she says,” he murmured against her lips. “You just thought of what pleasure could be found with two cocks filling you.”
There was no point in lying. He read her too damn well. “Can’t blame me for that.” She wiggled a little, but he had her thoroughly pinned in place with cock and fingers. “I think I’d like it.”
“The filling or the two men?” His tone gave nothing away, but it was off all the same.
Damn it, why do we have to keep ruining a good thing with running our mouths? Keira kissed his jaw. “The filling. I don’t figure you’d share any better than I would.” She sure as fuck didn’t like the idea of him with another woman…
The thought stopped her pleasure cold. She leaned back enough to meet his gaze. “No one else, Dima. If you fuck someone else after marrying me, I’ll gut you.”
“Vicious.” He sounded almost pleased by it.
She gripped the back of his neck, forcing him to look down at her. “I’m serious.” Okay, I probably wouldn’t gut him. But I would 100 percent burn this fucking house to the ground and walk away to somewhere he’d never find me.
“I know.” He sucked on her bottom lip, and her eyes damn near rolled back in her head. “There is no one but you, moya koroleva. After you, no one else will do.” He fucked her ass with his fingers, though he kept her impaled on his cock. “And I do not share. I will fill you until you’re screaming your pleasure, but there will be no other cock inside you but mine.”
And, just like that, she wanted him to take her. Keira kissed him hard. “Fuck my ass, Dima.”
“You keep giving orders.”
“I think you like it.”
She felt his grin. “Perhaps a little.”
And then he released her and pulled away long enough to flip her onto her stomach. “Lift.”
She obediently lifted her hips, and he slid a pillow beneath them. Keira twisted to watch him squirt some lube onto his palm. “I don’t suppose you have cameras set up in this room?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Too bad.” She eyed his cock. “I think I’d like to watch you fucking me on video.” Sex tapes were so tacky, but the idea of being able to cue up one and watch his insanely perfect body rolling as he fucked her…Yeah, she’d make an exception to that rule.
He crawled between her legs and roughly spread them wide. “There are cameras in the dining room. I’ll make you a copy.”
Memories flashed before her. Her on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. His mouth against her pussy. Dmitri bending her over the table and fucking her right there.
She gasped as he bore down and slid his cock an inch into her. Dmitri stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She wiggled, trying to take him deeper. “I’m thinking about watching that tape.”
“Ah. An exhibitionist and a voyeur. You truly are a delight, moya koroleva.” He slid deeper, and then deeper yet, until his pelvis pressed against her ass. He shifted her hair to the side and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the back of her neck. “And now?”
“I’m…good.” It was back to being uncomfortable, but she couldn’t tell if it was the intrusion or how empty her pussy felt.
As always, he seemed to know. Dmitri slid one hand between her and the pillow to stroke her clit. “And now?”
“Oh.” She shuddered, biting her lip. “That’s good. Really good.”
Another kiss against the back of her neck, and she swore to God her toes curled. His rough voice vibrated against her skin. “I’m going to buy you a vibrator to fill you while I fuck you like this. Right…here.” He pushed two fingers into her. “Would you like that, Keira?”
“Yes,” she gasped out. She couldn’t move with his weight pinning her to the bed, his cock filling her ass, and his fingers playing with her pussy. She couldn’t do anything but take everything he gave her and beg for more. “I need you to move. Take me. Please. Take everything.”
A slow shift of his hips and she nearly shot off the bed. It was so much better than she expected and yet totally different and…Keira didn’t know. She cried out and begged and words sprang from her lips that she could barely process. Pleas and commands and begging. “Dima, please, oh my God it feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She orgasmed with a cry to shake the rafters, nearly throwing him off her in the process.
Dmitri thrust into her once, a second time, a third time, and then pulled out, and she felt a hot spurt on her ass. It shouldn’t be this sexy. She should be pissed about…something. She couldn’t work up the energy to figure out what, though. She turned her head to the side as he collapsed next to her. With sweat dampening his skin and his eyes hazy with pleasure, he looked almost…human.
Holy shit, I really do like him.
He twisted to kiss her. “Don’t move.”
She couldn’t even if she’d wanted to. He disappeared for a minute and came back with a towel to clean her. Then he pulled the covers back and urged her beneath them. He tucked himself against her body, his breath stirring the small hairs on the back of her neck. “Sleep, moya koroleva.”
And she did.