Page 109 of No Longer Mine

I should have covered myself. Should have snapped my thighs shut. But instead, I let my fingers linger, letting him see exactly what he’d interrupted.

His eyes flicked downward, and a curse slipped past his lips. His restraint was slipping; I could feel it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Little Fox,” he warned.

A slow, knowing smirk curled at my lips. “Then why are you still standing there?”

“You’re supposed to be healing,” He closed his eyes and paused in the center of my room.

“Then go get my toys and you can be on your merry way,” I smirked at him.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself even more.”

I tilted my head, watching him as he warred with himself. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw ticking with the force of his restraint. The way he stood there, not moving closer, not stepping back—fuck.

I dragged my fingers over my pussy again, just to see what he would do.

His eyes snapped open, dark and filled with something dangerously close to possession. “Scarlett.”

I hummed, arching slightly against the bed. “If you won’t help, then leave.”

His lips parted, like he wanted to argue, but then he did the worst thing possible—he turned toward the door.

Panic flared. I had the power in my hands, and I wasn’t about to let him walk away from this.

“Coward,” I whispered, my voice just loud enough to reach him.

Dimitri froze.

My smirk grew. Checkmate.

He turned back around slowly, his eyes burning as he stalked toward me. “You think I won’t take what’s mine, Little Fox?”

Goosebumps erupted over my skin at the way he said it—low and lethal.

“I think,” I purred, dragging my fingers away from my pussy and sucking one between my lips, “that you want to.”

Something inside him snapped. In a blink, he was on me, pressing my hands into the mattress, caging me in with his body.

“I should make you beg for this,” he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. I arched, my stitches pulling, making me wince. The reminder of my wound made his expression harden. He exhaled sharply through his nose, muttering a curse before releasing me.

I blinked up at him—as if he hadn’t just proven his restraint in the first place. Instead, he did the last thing I would have ever expected. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the toys he’d stolen. The sleek, silver bullet vibrator. I gasped as he flipped the switch on, the quiet hum filling the space between us. His smirk was slow and devastating. “You wanted help, Little Fox?” He dragged the toy down the inside of my thigh, never breaking eye contact. “Then let me help.”

My lips parted in surprise, my legs fell open just slightly to give him better access.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so if this is going to work,” he licked his lips. “You need to be very still.”

I swallowed hard, my breath catching as the vibrating toy traced delicate patterns along my inner thigh. The anticipation, the sheer control he wielded with just the barest of touches, sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Very still?” I echoed, my voice breathy, laced with something dangerously close to desperation.

Dimitri’s smirk deepened, his free hand pressing against my hip, keeping me in place. “You don’t listen very well, do you, Little Fox?”

I parted my lips to answer, but then—oh.

The toy dipped between my legs, grazing where I was already aching for him.

A startled gasp escaped me, my body betraying me instantly, arching into his touch.