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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 t
o.”

  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.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  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.