“We were in a car accident before you lost your memories,” he said. He showed no sign in his voice or on his face that he judged me for the fact that I had forgotten.As much as he said that to comfort me, it didn’t. It brought back the same feelings of panic and doom.
My heart sped up, and my breathing became rapid. “It, it was a memory?”
Dimitri solemnly nodded his head once.
Blood roared in my ears, and over it, I could hear the echo of the metal slamming together. The panic I’d felt came back, and I gasped for air. I clung to Dimitri, who noticed the change and flicked his gaze over my face, his eyebrows drawn further down.
“Dimitri,” I begged in a frantic gasp. “Distract me.”
He stared at me, and I didn’t know why. I felt like I was about to die. A fist gripped my heart and squeezed until I thought I’d pass out.
“Dimitri!” I wailed.
He moved us so fast that I barely registered it until he hovered over me while I lay on my back. Dimitri shifted to his knees and straddled my waist before he grabbed my throat and squeezed. My eyes widened, and a scream built in my chest. He silenced me by slapping his other hand over my mouth and nose.
“Don’t fight me, Emma,” Dimitri growled as I struggled against him, trying to push him off me. I wiggled beneath him, fighting to breathe, but he held me down, his hands not moving away.
Dots popped into my vision, and my lungs burned from the lack of air. My rapid heart slowed, and the panic that had rooted itself in me slowly receded. I grabbed Dimitri’s arms, holding on to him while he suffocated me. He stared down at me. His expression was a mask of calm, and a hint of arousal darkened his eyes.
My grip on him loosened until my hands dropped to the mattress. Darkness edged into the corners of my vision, and my head spun as I neared blacking out.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” Dimitri murmured, his voice husky. Everything went dark, and he released his hold. I gasped in air, filling my shriveled lungs until I was sure they were about to burst. My eyes were sightless as I caught my breath.
“Dimitri,” I rasped. He brushed knuckles along my cheekbone, waiting for me to come back to him. After a few minutes of catching my breath, my vision sharpened, and I looked at him as he hovered over me. His hard cock jutted up and pulsed like a heartbeat. I reached for him and pulled him down until all his weight was on me. Dimitri shifted and scooped his arms underneath me, hugging me close while I clung to him.
“How are you feeling?” he murmured.
“Better,” I breathed.
I threaded my fingers through his long hair and gripped near the scalp. He hissed through his teeth and bucked his hips against me as I opened my legs, welcoming him between them. I shouldn’t have been as turned on as I was after what happened, but there I was, wet and wanting him. I squeaked as he rolled us over so he was lying on his back with me on his chest. His erection pressed against my stomach, and I wanted to ride him.
I pulled my head back from his neck and looked down at him as I adjusted myself over him. Dimitri watched with a haughty look but made no move to stop me as I spread my legs wider. I placed my hands beside his head, and my fingers dug into the pillow. He held my gaze as he reached between us, fisted his length, and guided me down to take all of him. We groaned together as I sank on him until he bottomed out inside me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and a long moan welled out of me. He was so big, and each time I had him inside me, I had to work myself up to accommodate his thick girth. His large hands went to my hips, and we moved as one. He guided me upward until only his tip was left inside, then dragged me back down to take all of him again.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as I rode him.
Dimitri’s eyes narrowed. “That’s right, sunshine. I’m the only god you’ll worship.”
My eyes fluttered closed as I got lost in the pleasure of our bodies moving in sync like we’d done this a million times. Dimitri didn’t hold back as he roughly guided me up and down on his erection. He was usually rough with me, and I wondered if I was a masochist because I enjoyed it when he hurt me. He never restrained himself with me and even called me dirty names, too.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he fisted my hair and yanked my head back. I hissed through my teeth and opened my eyes. He forced me to sit up from my bent position over him. I dug my fingers into the firm skin and muscles on his stomach as I rode him. Our flesh clapped, and Dimitri’s eyes riveted to my large breasts as they bounced and swayed with my movements.
Something was missing. I wanted more.Neededmore.
“Choke me,” I gasped, my request surprising me.
Dimitri’s gaze snapped to my face, his nostrils flaring. His cock jerked inside me, and I knew without a doubt it turned him on to hurt me. He circled his fingers around my throat and squeezed until I couldn’t breathe. My breath shuddered out of me, leaving my lungs empty and burning. I tried to keep bouncing on him but ended up rocking back and forth on him with jerky movements. He held my gaze, his amber eyes darkening with desire as he watched me struggle for air. I grabbed his wrist with both hands; my eyelashes fluttered as black dots popped into my vision.
“Is this what you wanted, sunshine? You want me to treat you like some filthy whore?” He sat up, squeezing harder on my throat, and scooped his arm beneath me. He barely used his strength as he worked me up and down on his length while he thrust his hips to push more of himself into me. My ears began ringing, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Dimitri loosened his hold, and I sucked air into my starving lungs. His movements became more brutal, and something light and wispy touched my swollen clit. I glanced down and saw tendrils of shadows curling between our sweaty bodies.
A breathy scream filled the room as I went over the edge and came. Dimitri grunted and followed me, filling me with his hot cum. It leaked out of me and onto his pelvis. He stilled, and I leaned my forehead against his shoulder, panting and sated. Dimitri wrapped his arms around me and held me close while we recovered.
“You continue to surprise me every day,” he whispered into my hair.
A small smile crept to my face but fell when I thought about all we’d done. If anyone outside our relationship knew what we did in the bedroom, they’d look at me like I’d grown two heads. “Am I terrible for liking how you treat me?”
Dimitri’s muscles tensed, his arms tightening around me. He leaned back, his knuckles tipping under my chin to make me look at him. I expected to find him glaring at me. Instead, he looked at me with a gentle expression. “No, you’re not terrible for liking it. As long as you know that you’re my whole world, it’s okay to enjoy being treated like you’re my little whore.” My pussy squeezed on him, and a devilish smile crept onto his face. “You like that, don’t you?”