The cool breeze felt wonderful against Becca’s hot skin. The sand she was squishing her toes in was still warm from the sun that baked it earlier in the day, even though the night had cooled. The beach was beautiful at night, but it was even more glorious in the daytime with the water sparkling beneath a cloudless sky.
That didn’t mean she liked it enough to want to stay here, though.
Los Angeles was loud, dirty, and hot. Not that Chicago didn’t get its fair share of heat waves, but it was never this muggy. Dimitri’s condo was right on the beach, which afforded them some privacy at night when she ventured out to the sand. His neighbors were nosier than hers, and that was saying something.
She knew he was going to ask her to stay. And she probably would. She might hate the city, but she loved the man.
After everything that went down in Charleston, LA was a safe haven. Dimitri’s ex had been taken to the hospital, screaming she was going to file charges and sue Becca. Something she wasn’t worried about. The woman had attacked her, after all. She’d been booked for assault and battery. Even if she somehow managed to get out of those charges, she was still facing a bench warrant in Philadelphia, where they had her dead to rights on embezzlement. And thanks to her jumping bond, she was currently being held without bail. She wouldn’t be seeing the outside of a prison cell any time soon.
The signing was something she’d remembered only after she’d woken up the next day. Sara Jane had taken care of everything. She’d left a note on Dimitri’s table telling readers to pick his pre-orders up at her table, and her assistant packed up his things for him. He’d collected them later that day and arranged for UPS to ship them. Sheila, the event coordinator, had been very understanding, as had his readers. Becca still had people talking about how she deserved it for breaking up the crazy ex’s relationship with Dimitri, but they could keep on hating. There would always be those who wanted nothing more than to believe the worst and gossip about it. Her true friends had shown themselves in their defense of her. That was all a person could really ask for, after all.
Since she’d been here in LA, her anxiety had calmed down quite a bit. She still had attacks, but they were shorter, and she was able to get a handle on them a little quicker. It could be because Dimitri had been right beside her the entire time. He never lost his patience, never got angry, and doted on her.
He pushed her too. He made her go out, took her to the movies during the matinee when it wasn’t so crowded, or took her to find new places to eat. They’d been to three restaurants featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives already. She’d gotten him hooked on the show. For a man with a finicky stomach, he loved food.
“Hey, you.” Dimitri slipped his arms around her and she leaned into his chest, loving how safe he made her feel. “You’ve been out here a while. Are you cold?”
“Not anymore.”
“What are you thinking about?” He leaned down and lightly kissed her neck.
“Not what you’re thinking about.” She giggled. Yes, giggled.
“Witch, you tempt me then deny me.” He bit her ear, but ever so gently.
She turned in his arms and grinned. “No, the Thai food tempted you straight to the bathroom.”
“We shall not speak of it.” He grimaced.
Becca had ordered Thai takeout, and Dimitri settled on a sub from his favorite sandwich shop last night. Not her fault her food smelled divine and he’d filched a little of it. She told him not to do it, but he never listened. Poor guy had spent all night in the bathroom, and a good portion of today.
“Are you feeling better?”
“I haven’t had an attack in over three hours, so I think the worst of it’s gone.”
“I really should make a meme out of that photo I took of you running for the bathroom.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me.” She laughed and leaned in so she could breathe in his scent. He smelled like the ocean, having taken his dog out in the waves to play with the big chocolate lab. Oliver had been kenneled while he was away and nearly knocked Dimitri over when they went to pick him up. Dimitri grouched the dog liked her better, since he refused to leave her side from the moment he’d met her. Called him traitor on a daily basis.
“You are a mean, mean woman.” His hands wandered down her backside until he gripped both of her ass cheeks, squeezing them. “I can be just as mean, though. How about I take you inside, tie you to the bed, and keep you right on the edge for the next few hours. I think that is a proper punishment for threatening memes.”
“You know the rules. No sex for two weeks, and you don’t get to tie me up until you let me tie you up first.”
“It’s been ten days.” He pulled back, forcing her to look up at him. One arm came up, and he traced the deepest of the cuts on her face. Dimitri insisted on having a plastic surgeon look at it. She was glad he had. The wound hadn’t been sutured to salvage her face, but for efficiency. The surgeon had worked his magic, but it meant she still had stitches all along the right side of her eye. The smaller cuts had healed nicely, and those stitches had been removed yesterday. The damage to her eye had been worse and required more time to heal. The eye doctor assured her there would be no permanent damage, but she’d experience blurriness for a while.
All in all, not bad, considering the beating her face had taken.
“Ten days is not two weeks.”
“I have a serious case of blue balls, Becca. I think I may need to be hospitalized before we leave for Texas.”
“You’re a grown man. You can suffer through it.”
He shook his head. “Suffer through it? Do you know how much my dick and my balls hurt when you go prancing around in those damn lace panties of yours?” She kept her face as straight as she could, and he groaned. “Witch. You don’t give a shit how much you’re making me suffer!”
She smiled. “Nope.”
He laughed and hugged her. “God, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
They stood there for a while, staring out at the ocean, enjoying the quiet of the night and each other’s arms. It was peaceful and settled Becca’s nerves more than anything else. Dimitri’s next question shattered the quiet little interlude.
“What do you think of LA?” He sounded almost coy, and she knew where this was going. A conversation she’d hoped to put off until after Texas.
“It’s okay, I guess.”
His arms tightened. “You don’t really like the city, do you?”
“No.” No point in trying to dumb down her dislike. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t.”
“I figured that out on your second day here when your nose scrunched up and you complained about the smog and the heat.” He smiled and pulled her toward the closed sliding glass door. “It’s okay, though. I think I’m about done with the city, anyway.”
“What do you mean?” Oliver met them and demanded attention. The dog was a big baby and rolled over to get his belly scratched as soon as Becca dropped to her knees.
Dimitri didn’t answer right away. He just watched his traitor of a dog get the attention he wanted. Why wouldn’t she rub his belly like that?
Fuck. He had it bad. He was jealous of his damn dog.
“All my brothers are on the east coast. They’ve been bugging me for months to move to New York. With Mason transferring to NYU, there’s no reason to stay here anymore, especially if my soon-to-be wife hates it.”
“Still haven’t established I’m marrying you.”
Dimitri wanted to demand she marry him and have her obey him, but he knew she had her own mind and wouldn’t be pushed on this. She’d told him more than once she wouldn’t be forced. It was a big decision.
He knew that. Nothing had ever been more important to him. Sure, he might play the jokester, laugh all the time, and flirt like nobody’s business, but once he realized Becca was his, all that silliness went out the window. His relationship with her was the one thing he took seriously. And he’d make her realize that, no matter what it took.
“What made you move out here, anyway? I don’t think I ever asked.”
“It wasn’t cold.” He threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “I grew up in Russia where it’s damn cold, then moved to Virginia where the cold wasn’t as severe, but still horrible. I just wanted to stay warm for a change.”
“And you’re willing to give up the sunshine state to be with your brothers?”
“No. I’m willing to give it up for you.”
Which was true. He would have flat out refused, if not for Becca. He loved the sunshine and the warmth, but he’d give it all up and freeze his ass off for his woman.
“I love the cold and the snow.” She gave Oliver one last rub and got to her feet. “It makes for good cuddling weather.”
“Well, since you put it like that, I love the cold and the snow.” He opened the microwave when it beeped at him and took out the popcorn. “Can you hand me a bowl, please?”
“Movie night?” She found the right cabinet after three tries. He could have told her, but he enjoyed watching her stretch to get the cabinets open then push up on her toes to reach it, causing her shirt to ride up her backside. It afforded him a fantastic view.
“Since it’s so late, I thought we could settle in and watch Game of Thrones. You said you’ve never seen it, so why not introduce you to my fascination for Cersei?”
“Isn’t she the one everyone hates?” Becca held the bowl while he shook the popcorn into it. “Or is it the imp they all hate?”
“Cersei is the evil queen of the show. Everyone loves to hate her. Except me. I think all those evil tendencies she has are hot as fuck.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Get your ass upstairs before I show you just how terrible I can be.” She laughed when he slapped her ass, but took off for the stairs. He was slower than she was, but it didn’t matter. He’d been babying his legs and going to his physical therapy every day.
Taking Becca’s advice, he fessed up on social media about his legs. As she’d pointed out, he’d barely made it through two hours of standing. He couldn’t stand for the five-hour signing event in Texas. He’d made a long post about it on Facebook, and much to his surprise, he’d received an outpouring of sympathy from readers and authors. So much so, he felt stupid for thinking they’d jump ship when they found he was less than perfect.
She was in the bathroom when he finally rolled into his bedroom. He saw the bowl of popcorn sitting on the bedside table. Stripping, he fetched a pair of pajama bottoms out of his dresser and pulled them on before turning down his blankets and finding the remote to the TV. He had the entire Game of Thrones series DVRd. He knew Becca was a sucker for fantasy novels, so he couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the series. How she’d never read the books the series was based on, given her love for the genre, he didn’t know. At least she wouldn’t be complaining about the show being different from the books. He and Mason had started watching the show last year. Mase had read the books and complained or told him what was about to happen. Complete buzz kill.
He crawled into bed, stretching out his legs. Oliver jumped up to keep him company while Becca did whatever she did to get ready for bed. He learned quickly not to walk in on her while she was on the toilet. She’d thrown the entire roll of toilet paper at his head that first night. It pissed her off to no end when she’d had to ask him to throw it back to her.
Chuckling, he leaned back and closed his eyes, ignoring Ollie, who rolled into his side. The dog usually snuck in while they were both asleep and curled up at the foot of the bed, anyway.
When Becca came out of the bathroom, she found both Dimitri and Oliver sound asleep. He must have dozed off. Poor guy. He’d had a rough couple days, thanks to the Thai food. She’d have to remember to only eat spicy food when he wasn’t home.
She shooed Oliver out of the bed and closed the door behind him. Becca stood there a moment, admiring the toned physique of the man who proposed to her at least three times a day, every day. He wouldn’t be deterred. She’d found the ring in the bowl of cornflakes he’d presented her with her third day. It was a beautiful ring, elegant and not flashy. She hated big stones. They were so ostentatious, they tended to look gaudy. Becca couldn’t believe he’d remembered how she felt since they’d discussed it at length for one of his books years ago.
But he remembered everything she’d ever told him right down to the smallest detail. He was a good man.
Who had blue balls.
She chuckled. He’d done his best to seduce her since she’d arrived, despite his promises not to. She hadn’t expected that promise to hold much value, anyway. He was a manwhore, after all, and sex was his favorite pastime.
An idea formed in her head and she went into the closet and found what she was looking for right off. She collected what she needed and walked slowly back out into the bedroom. If he woke up, she’d be busted, but she hoped he was tired enough the small movements she made wouldn’t wake him.
She tied the two scarves to the bedrail. He had one of those old-fashioned ones with rails on the headboard. Lifting one arm, she laid it against the pillow, waiting to see if he’d wake. When he didn’t, she tied the other end of the scarf to his hand, making sure it was short enough that he couldn’t move it. She repeated the process with his other hand.
Grinning, she stood and admired her handiwork. He kept refusing to let her tie him up, and she kept insisting he had to before she’d let him do it to her. What was he going to say when he woke up? Tossing her night shirt off, she eased into bed in only her lacy bra and panties. It would drive him nuts not being able to touch her in these. Dimitri loved that she wore lace. He thought it was sexy, and Becca loved the feel of the lace, which was why she wore so much of it.
He really was a beautiful man. Rock hard abs that flaunted his six-pack, even when he wasn’t trying. Dimitri’s skin was kissed by the sun, making it gleam even in the dim lighting of the bedroom. She lightly ran her fingers over his stomach, fascinated when the muscles jumped beneath her fingertips.
She rolled over on her stomach so she could taste him. Her lips traveled all the grooves in the skin of his muscled stomach. She heard him groan and looked up to see his eyes closed. Was he awake and only playing possum?
She scraped her nails over his abdomen, pressing down the slightest bit, only enough to tease him with a bite of pain. His entire body shuddered.
“I know you’re awake, asshole.”
His blue eyes opened and he raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?”
She tickled his side, and he gasped, flinching away from her. “I just did.”
“No tickling when I can’t move. It’s not fair!”
She grinned up at him. “Precisely!”
“Why the fuck am I tied up?”
“Because I wanted you tied up.” She ran her hands over his stomach, learning the feel of him. “It’s easier to do what I want.”
“I never agreed to this.” He pulled on the ties that held him, but they didn’t give. She knew how to tie a knot, thanks to Big Jim, one of her dad’s oldest friends. He’d painstakingly taught her when she was little. He loved boats as well as motorcycles.
“I never agreed to being held still on a bathroom counter either. Goose, gander, remember?”
His eyes got all hooded as desire flooded them. “Now that you’ve got me where you want me, what are you going to do with me?”
“While you were busy in the bathroom the last two days, I did some research.” She straddled him, making sure his rapidly hardening cock was nestled right against her very aching center. “It’s so easy to find things on the internet. They even have tutorial videos.”
“What did you research?” He bucked his hips, and it caused her to rub against his cock.
“The art of the blow job.” She slid her hips back and forth across him, smiling when she pulled a moan from him. “It’s something I’ve never done before, and I wanted to be prepared.”
“Becca, don’t fucking tease a sex-starved man. It’s not nice.”
“Would I do that?” she asked innocently.
“Yes.” He ground his teeth when she rubbed against him again.
She laughed and slid off him. She pulled his pajama bottoms down to a little above his knees to hold his legs still. She’d researched more than blow jobs. She’d looked up a few aspects of the BDSM world, specifically restraining one’s partner. There were some rather creative and fun ways to restrain a person. Things she’d even think about letting Dimitri do.
Her eyes widened when she finally looked at him. Holy shit. There was no way he’d fit. He wasn’t just long, he was wide. Thick. And getting bigger. She clenched her legs against the desire that curled in her belly at the thought him pushing into her.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you, baby?” Dimitri’s whispered words brought her eyes open and back to his. “Thinking about how it’d feel to have me inside you? I can see it on your face, Krasivaya.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, you’ll get to know what that feels like.” She scraped her nails down his thighs and back up.
“It’s not been two weeks yet.” His eyes rolled back when she cupped his balls and squeezed. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“It’s been ten days.” She got up and walked over to the mini fridge, collecting a bottle of water and an ice cube.
“What are you going to do with those?” He eyed her suspiciously, and she smiled demurely.
“It’s a surprise.”
Dimitri had no idea what she was up to, and his dick got even harder imagining all the things she could do with the water and the ice cube. He reached for her, only to be brought up short by the bonds that held him. He’d woken up just as she finished tying his second wrist. He’d been curious to see what she was going to do, so he’d pretended to still be asleep.
The moment her nails dug into him, though, there’d been no hiding the reaction it wrought.
“I should warn you.”
“About what?”
“I don’t have a gag reflex.”
Holy fucking hell.
She sat back down, putting the water and the ice cube to the side, and wrapped her fingers around him. The simple touch arched his back and he cried out. Sweet God, but he needed to touch her, to taste her…he yanked at the bed rail, but the knots were too tight. He’d have to beat the bastard who taught her to tie a knot.
When her tongue slid up his length, he wasn’t expecting it, and he hissed. He watched her as she got low, for better access, her ass in the air. His fingers ached to dig into those beautiful cheeks.
Those lips of hers closed around his head. She took him in his mouth and gently sucked, her tongue swirling over the tip. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He’d had more blow jobs than he could count, but the difference was he loved Becca, needed her on a cellular level.
Her hand squeezed his shaft hard, all the while keeping up her gentle sucking. The combination was enough to make his hips buck. Fuck me, where the hell did she learn to do this?
“Becca, if you keep that up, I swear to you…”
She let him fall from her lips, but kept up the harsh pressure of her hand. “Hush.” He watched in both horror and awe as she popped the ice cube in her mouth, rolling it around before taking it out, all wet and slick. She smiled wickedly and lowered the ice cube until it touched the tip of his cock. His breath froze when the coldness hit, chased by a pleasure that rocked him. He tried to widen his legs to ease some of the tension, but they were caught, trapped in his pants. Shit.
“Becca…” his words were cut off by a deep groan when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and nipped at it, the sting of her teeth soothed by her tongue. “Fuck me.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try away, sweetheart.”
Her lips closed over him again, this time pulling him deeper into her mouth, one hand stroking his cock, the other gripping his thigh to help steady her. The pleasure burst over him, and he struggled against his bonds, but to no avail. He had to lie there and let her wicked little mouth destroy him.
Becca took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, relishing the moans each pass pulled from him. It was a little awkward, but she managed. When she got the hang of it, she was able to concentrate on pulling him in as far as she could until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around him. His entire body spasmed and he bucked, almost knocking her off his legs, but she held on. She came up for air long enough to see the intense look of something akin to pain on his face. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t lust. It was desire.
He was cursing in Russian, and she grinned. It was good to know she could bring the same reaction from him that he’d managed to do to her. It gave her a confidence that she’d never had before. When she started this, she’d been hesitant. She’d never given anyone a blow job, so she’d spent a couple hours watching it done via the web. The things some of those women could do.
Shaking her head, she lazily licked the tip of his cock, the precum salty. He let out a strangled hiss when she suddenly pulled him all the way into her mouth and held him there, her throat convulsing. Then she slowly pulled her head up, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of his cock and scraping them along the length until she hit the tip again. She reached for the water she’d brought and used one hand to twist the top off. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving. Perfect.
She poured the cold water on his stomach, trailing a stream of water all the way down, pulling her head up and letting the water pour over his cock. His body stiffened and he shouted something unintelligible. She ignored his demands to untie him and lapped at the water on his abdomen. She licked her way down his stomach, around soft skin at the top of his cock, right where the very trimmed hair began.
She glided the ice cube up and down the back side of his cock while she kissed every inch of skin she could reach. His cock quivered and pulsed. His breathing went even more ragged, and he cussed louder than she’d ever heard him do in a mixture of English and Russian.
“Becca, untie me. Now.”
The steel in his voice made her look up. Those blue eyes of his brooked no argument, but she wasn’t in the mood to comply. “No.”
“Becca, I am not asking. You will untie me.”
“I don’t want to.” She caressed his balls. “I’m enjoying myself.”
“Babe, I do not want to spill my cum anywhere but in that tight little pussy of yours. Now, fucking untie me so I can fuck you.”
His intent burned in his words, his gaze, everything. Becca clenched her thighs, trying to curb the wave of desire his words elicited, but it was of no use. She remembered the feel of his hands running over her skin, his mouth…dear God, his mouth. She reached up and untied first one arm and then the other.
Dimitri wasted no time. He didn’t flip her like she’d half expected. He slid upward in the bed, so his back rested against the rails, and yanked her up the length of his body. She straddled him, and he pulled his legs up to help support her.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” His nostrils flared and his fingers slid between her legs, sliding between her folds until he found her clit. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“I just Googled blow jobs.” She arched back and spread her thighs further to relieve the tension. “You would be amazed at the videos you can find.”
“Porn, Becca? You spent the day watching porn?”
She bore down on his fingers, her eyes closing at the sensation. “Don’t sound so outraged. It was all that porn that made me decide to break my two-week sex ban.”
He sucked on one of her nipples, and she cried out. He tortured the already hard nub mercilessly while his finger ran tight, hard circles around her clit. “Remind me to have you help with all my research in the future.”
Becca moaned when his fingers left her clit and slid inside her. He thrust two fingers in high and deep.
“Fuck, babe, you’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She had her own misgivings about him trying to fit, but they wouldn’t know unless they tried.
“You won’t.” She leaned in and kissed him, teasing his tongue with her own. “And even if you do, it’ll be worth it.”
“I never want to hurt you, Krasivaya.”
She took his face in her hands. “You’re the only person who’s never hurt me, Dimitri. You’ve been here and not flinched away from my anxiety. You make me feel whole and accepted. I love you, you silly man, and if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to go grab my vibrator and do the job myself.”
He laughed and kissed her nose. “No mechanical toys allowed in that pussy unless I put them there.” He removed his fingers and lifted her, positioning her right over his cock. “Don’t move.” He gripped her hips and began to ease inside her, inch by inch. Becca was a tiny thing to begin with, and every time she winced, it almost made him stop.
Almost.
All that wet heat spurred him on. She cried out, but he gripped her hips harder, not letting her retreat. Her fingernails sank into his shoulder and her head fell against the side of his neck. “Wait. Just give me a minute, please.”
He froze, unwilling to cause her more pain than necessary. His balls screamed in protest and his dick quivered, urging him to keep going, but Becca’s needs trumped his own.
She relaxed her muscles and some of the stiffness left her. She sagged against him. “I’m good now.”
“You sure?” he ground out, resisting the urge to listen to his dick, flip her, and drive into her. There would be time for that later.
She kissed his neck. “I’m sure, but, Dimitri, hurry the fuck up. This is hurting more than one swift thrust would.”
“Babe, I might really hurt you…” She pressed down, pushing him in deeper and cutting off his words. “Don’t do that.”
She wiggled again, and he held her hips tighter, forcing her to stop, and she retaliated by clenching her walls around him. Fuck. His dick took control, and he pulled out and slammed into her. She whimpered but only dug her nails in harder, and he lost it. He gripped her hips in a bruising movement and slammed into over and over until her flesh finally gave and he was completely buried inside her.
Becca had tears in her eyes and it cut him to the bone. “Shit, babe. Why did you do that? I could have hurt you.”
“It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but it was worth it.” She sat up, wincing. “I swear I’m okay.”
He frowned, fully intending to pull out and check her when she decided to take matters into her own hands and slid her hips up and then back down, rocking gently. Her moan matched his own, and he let her set the pace for a few minutes, allowing her body to adjust to his size. It nearly killed him to not take control, but he let her have this.
Becca wrapped her arms around him and pulled his lips to hers. He kissed her with every ounce of passion and love he possessed. This was his woman. He made sure she knew it. He slid his arms up her back and around to cup her breasts, caressing them then pinching her nipples so hard she jumped, but she didn’t protest. She only kissed him harder.
He left her poor nipples alone and let his hand rove the soft skin of her back, teasing slow circles on his way up to the tops of her shoulders, where he anchored his hands, holding her in place on his cock with enough force she couldn’t move an inch. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You’re mine, Rebecca. From now until the day we both die. Do you understand that?”
She nodded, but it wasn’t good enough.
“Words, Becca, I want the words.”
“Yes, Dimitri, I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” His head rolled back and his eyes shut as she squeezed him. “Doing that isn’t going to make me move.”
“Dimitri, I need you to move.”
“Not until you agree to marry me.” When she said nothing, he pushed deeper, feeling the opening of her cervix. She sucked in a breath, the sound more of a wheeze than anything. “Say yes.”
“Not fair.” Her nails scratched at his back, and he fought for control. He wouldn’t let her make him lose control, not right now. He needed an answer, and he’d get it, by damn, or they’d sit here in sexual hell for the rest of the night.
“When have you ever known me to play fair?” He sucked on her lower lip and bit it gently, his tongue taking the sting away. “Just say you’ll marry me.”
“I…” She groaned when he shifted the angle he held her so he could thrust even higher. “Dimitri, please.”
Her high-pitched wail didn’t move him. “Say it.”
“I’ll marry you! Just, please, fuck me. Please.”
He smiled and gave her the softest kiss he’d ever dreamed of. He licked, he nipped, but he made sure she understood how much he loved her. Then he started to fuck her.
His hands became bruising as he held her still, his cock thrusting in hard and deep. Her nonsense cries drove him on, and he picked up speed, his thrusts almost brutal, but she made him crazy with those nails.
“Come on, babe. You’re close. Give it to me. Let me hear you.”
She whimpered, her eyes fixed on his, and he saw it before he felt it. Her eyes darkened then glazed over seconds before her body exploded around him. She screamed his name, and it caused his own release to flood her. He kept pumping until she’d milked every last drop of cum from his abused cock.
“Fuck, babe.” He collapsed backward, her body falling on top of him as his legs stretched out. She’d destroyed him. He couldn’t move if he wanted to.
Becca made some kind of meowling noise even she didn’t recognize. She wasn’t capable of speech. This was so much more than any flipping vibrator could do for her. Hell, she’d only had sex with one person, and that had been unpleasant. This? This was so much more than any sex scene she’d read in a romance novel.
Dimitri imprinted himself onto her very soul.
He shattered her in ways she couldn’t even define, but he’d also made her feel so special, tears welled up. No one had ever cared for her the way he did. She knew he loved her, had always known it, but she’d never felt how much he loved her until this moment. This beautiful manwhore of a man loved her.
“Sweetheart?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay? I know I hurt you.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle. That was worth whatever pain I felt in the beginning.”
He laughed, and the vibration bounced her a bit. “I’m going to slide out of you now, so don’t tense up.” He grasped her hips and pulled out. The sting was intense. She felt raw and bruised, and let out a hiss when he left her completely.
Dimitri rolled her then got up to go to the bathroom. She heard the water turn on, and he came back, carrying a washcloth. He cleaned her up, tossing the cloth back into the bathroom before coming back to bed. He pulled her close and drew the sheet up. “I think you killed me.”
“You deserved it after all the sexual torture you’ve put me through the last week.”
“Only because I wanted you. Holding you without touching you every night was causing physical pain.” He shifted her so he could pull her closer. “At least you agreed to marry me.”
“Blackmail in the middle of sex doesn’t count.”
“Yes, it so fucking does count. You agreed, and now you can’t go back on your word. You’re mine, and as soon as I can get you in front of a priest, everyone is going to know it.”
Part of her wanted to torture him, but the rest of her swelled with love. This man wanted her. Anxiety and all, he wanted her.
“And no arguments. When we get back from Texas, we’re packing up and moving to New York.”
She froze, the thoughts of the city starting to trickle through her very sated haze. So many people. New York seemed like a busier city than Chicago or LA. What if was too much?
“I don’t know, Dimitri.” Her unease flickered in her tone. “There so many people…”
“I found a place outside the city, it’s off by itself, no neighbors. Gated for security. It needs some work, but I thought you could use that design talent of yours to make it nice. I already thought of all the crowds, Krasivaya. I found something that’ll put you at ease. As soon as you see it and give the okay, we’ll close on it. There’s a small town a few miles away that’s quiet and someplace you can go out freely without fearing crowds. I got you, babe. Don’t worry.”
He found a house just for her? Someplace she’d feel safe and not worry about people bothering her? Tears welled up and she couldn’t stop them from flowing over.
“Hey, now, what’s this? Why are you crying?”
“Because no one’s ever loved me like you do, Dimitri Kincaid.” She leaned up and kissed him. “No one.”
He smiled his shy smile she loved. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you, future Mrs. Kincaid. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you remember that every day for the rest of eternity.”
He kissed her again and they settled down, their hearts at peace, and drifted off to sleep, safe in each other’s arms.
The End
This is the end of the Manwhore Series, but you’ll get to meet the rest of the boys in a new series coming 2018–Kincaid Security and Investigation.