Dimitri’s nostrils flared. “What kind of fantasies?”
Oh god, I hoped he didn’t know how turned on I was. I looked away to escape his penetrating stare, and I bit my bottom lip. After a few seconds—and because I was too curious for my own good—I peeked at him, finding his golden eyes transformed into molten honey. Hunger darkened them as he stepped closer with ease, like a wolf slowly closing in on the bunny. I looked away again.
He caught my chin between his fingers and turned my face toward him, forcing me to look at him again. “What kind of fantasies, Emma?”
A shiver worked its way up my spine and pebbled my nipples. They rubbed against my lace bra, and I wanted nothing more than for him to rip off my clothes and devour me like he had in my fantasies. I opened my mouth to say something that was close to the truth but not all of it.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You know what I do to liars.”
I snapped my mouth shut, my teeth clicking together. My blood burned through my veins as I remembered what he tasted like while he fucked my face. What would he think of me once I told him I was attracted to him? He was my boss, for goodness’ sake!
A boss who had you grinding on his dick until you came,a little voice in the back of my mind whispered. More warmth pooled low in my belly, but shame coiled in my stomach until I felt like I would be sick. I was tired of coming up with reasons and excuses for why my boss had done that, along with fucking my mouth because I’d lied to him.
“Please don’t think badly of me, okay?” I looked directly into his eyes for several seconds before lowering my gaze to his chest.
Dimitri’s hold on my chin tightened.
When he didn’t respond, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before I opened up to him. “I remembered something this morning, a memory of us together. Or maybe it was just a fantasy. I’m not sure which one it is. We were in a restaurant, having a meeting with some lawyers. I accidentally dropped my water on your lap, and you punished me by discreetly fingering me before I came, and then you stopped so I wouldn’t orgasm. It then, it then changed to you sprawling me on the table and having sex with me while everyone watched.”
My legs trembled, and cold sweat coated my palms. Voices came from nearby, and I snapped my gaze in their direction. Mr. Volkov stepped closer to me until our chests touched. He waited for me to look at him, and after the longest minute of my life, I turned back to him. I stopped breathing when I noticed the fire burning in his eyes as he stared at me like he wanted to bend me over a headstone so he could fuck me.
Dimitri released my chin and settled his hands on my waist, his fingertips digging into the soft skin. I winced from the bite of pain, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Do you have a kink for being watched while having sex, Ms. Hayes?” he rasped.
I hesitated to answer, but my mind turned to mush as one of his hands glided behind me, growing dangerously close to my ass. “Yes,” I breathed. “I like the idea of it.”
His eyebrow twitched, then lowered by a fraction as he frowned. He dropped his arms to his sides and stepped back a few paces. Whatever he saw on my face made him scoff.
“If I don’t put space between us, Emma, I’m afraid I’ll do something stupid. Like taking you to a restaurant and fucking you there for everyone to watch.” My lips parted and I clenched my thighs. He narrowed his eyes. “Careful, sunshine. You’re playing with fire.”
I stared at the ground while rolling my lips and picking at my fingernails. “I’m not afraid of a little burn.”
“It won’t be a little burn, Emma. I’d set you on fire. I’m not gentle, and I’m not sweet. You already had a taste of it.Twice. Do you think you can handle one such as myself?”
Licking my dried lips, I peeked at him from beneath my lashes. “I’m not some fragile glass doll, Dimitri.” He shuddered and his pupils expanded. “I like pain with my pleasure. I like humiliation with praise. And I’m sure anything with you, I’d...I’d love.”
All the emotion on his face smoothed out until it became a blank slate. My shoulders slumped, and I looked away from him as shame churned my stomach.
Mr. Volkov doesn’t want anything to do with me. Of course, he doesn’t. His warning was him trying to be nice about it.
“Let’s go,” he growled.
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
My stomach flipped, and there was a sliver of a spark of hope that I stamped out before it could become a raging fire. Mr. Volkov didn’t want to play out my fantasy. As he said in a nice-ish way, I couldn’t handle him.
That was okay. I would be okay.
Ifollowed Dimitri through the front door. My gaze fixed on his broad shoulders, and I watched his silky hair sway with each footstep. I turned and closed the door to prevent the cold air from blowing into the warm home. I gasped as fingers circled my throat from behind, the hold firm but not enough to cut off airflow. Dimitri grabbed my arm and twisted me around until I faced him. My eyes widened as he towered over me with the same hungry look he had at the cemetery.
“Sir—”
His lips crashed against mine, and his tongue speared into my mouth. I whimpered as he shoved me against the chilly door. His heat made up for the cold and burned me until beads of sweat rolled down my spine. Dimitri nipped my bottom lip as he released his hold on my throat so he could pick me up. It forced me to wrap my legs around his narrow waist so he could nestle his hips between my thighs. His hard length pressed against my center, teasing me until my clit pulsed with need.
“Dimitri,” I whimpered into his mouth as he returned to kissing me like a starving man. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him close, and he shuddered beneath my touch.
