Page 33 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

M arissa

The pain was real.

The ugliness of what we were facing bore down on me, but something snapped inside, something dark and unforgiving, a rush of emotions, but also the strange and very powerful feeling of security his presence allowed.

“Can you do that?” Kazimir asked. He removed his jacket, tossing it aside. “Can you trust me without question, learning to obey the rules that will keep you safe?”

Rules. Obedience.

As sick as it might sound to some, my darkest fantasies had revolved around a dominating man. My mouth was suddenly dry knowing his question wasn’t as sexual as it was protective.

I was stuck in a beautiful whisper of time. There was no one else but the two of us.

“Here’s the crazy thing. I do trust you.” I laughed as soon as I admitted the words because I’d never felt so strongly about anything before in my life. Why? How?

With his eyes glassing over, he ripped off his tie. “I’m glad. If you really do, you’ll need to do everything I say.” His repetitive words continued exciting me.

“Yes. Okay. I understand.”

“Yes?” He lifted both eyebrows as he rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Yes, I will.”

“No questions asked.”

I bit my tongue. “No questions asked.”

He inched closer and the heat became just as oppressive as before.

When he tilted his head, I could tell by the shift in his expression, the carnal look forming in his eyes that I was very wrong.

Time ticked away, the twisted seconds agonizing. We were two strangers with an unmistakable connection.

His nostrils flaring, he backed me against the wall, his hot breath cascading across my face.

“What are you doing?” I could barely recognize my voice.

“That’s a question.” He issued a single but all-consuming growl.

Gone was the man who’d been gentle at first, concerned that he would hurt me. The man hovering over me was a beacon of sin, someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Besides, my beautiful virtuoso, I never said we were finished.”

The longing was more intense than before, the breathless wonder of what we were doing escalating to something more intense. He wrapped his hand around my throat, sliding the tip of his thumb back and forth under my chin.

When I dared to try to touch him, hungering for the same jolts of electricity as before, he shook his head. “Hands over your head.”

“Why?”

“Tsk. Tsk. Another question. Another challenge. What am I going to do with you? Do it,” he commanded. The dark, erotic sound of his voice was entirely different.

I did as I was told, blinking several times to ensure I could focus on everything he was doing. He was even more powerful than before, his demeanor intoxicatingly thrilling. I lifted my arms over my head just as he curled his hand around the material of my sweater, ripping it over my head.

His nostrils flared after seeing I hadn’t worn a bra. Perhaps I’d longed for his touch more than I’d realized.

“Such a bad girl. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as he rolled his fingertips down to my jeans, starting to unbutton them, I started to lower my arms and he immediately tweaked my nipple.

“Keep them above your head. I don’t think you want to face another round of punishment. From now on, you will obey my every command. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Why were his dark and dangerous words so thrilling?

My voice quavered, but it didn’t matter. He pinched my nipple again as a reminder he was in full control, twisting the tender bud until I cried out in anguish. I was shocked how much pleasure the filthy moment had brought, driving a dazzling array of sensations into my pussy.

“Let’s try that again,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Better.”

As I extended my arms over my head, he took several shallow breaths, tightening his hold. I knew he would never hurt me, but at that moment I wanted to feel the kind of pain that only he could provide.

He took his time unzipping my jeans, a smirk crossing his face as he struggled with lowering the material over my hips.

As he pushed the thin denim to the floor, his chest rose and fell from the same extreme desire.

We were crazed for each other, so electrified that I doubted either one of us was thinking clearly.

Slipping his hand under my leg, he lifted one, bending my knee so he could tug the material along with my shoe. After repeating the move, he used the backs of his fingers, brushing them up along my side to my stomach. He took a few seconds to roll the tip of his pinky around my belly button.

I was lightheaded, eager to find out what he’d do. He lowered his head, breathing against my neck before darting the tip of his tongue in the shell of my ear. When he nipped and sucked on my earlobe, my legs started to shake, so much so I thought for certain I’d fall to the floor.

Seconds later, he pulled away, closing the office door before retrieving his tie.

With a dark and ominous flair, he slid the silk between his two hands.

When he twirled the material until it wrapped itself in a tight twist, I sucked in my breath.

What was he planning on doing? He slid the material down my stomach, cocking his head as he continued sliding it down one leg then up another.

He lifted his head once, this time mouthing what he wanted to say to me.

Such a bad girl.

I’d never felt so much like a naughty girl in my life. He brought that side out of me, filthy and unbridled.

My stomach was full of butterflies, stars floating in front of my eyes as he took his sweet time; the tickling sensations of the light material caused goosebumps along every inch of skin.

“You are so…” I managed, surprised how much I was shivering. I could tell he was paying close attention to every reaction, absorbing my needs and wants like a textbook. I couldn’t get over the difference in his demeanor, but there was no doubt he was completely in charge.

And it thrilled me more than I’d ever thought it would.

In my dreams and fantasies, I’d thought of a powerful man controlling my every move, forcing me to surrender to his wants and needs. But never had I imagined someone with such fierce power. Just watching his dark eyes sweep over me ignited my core.

The question from before was answered within seconds as he bound my wrists, tying a knot with expertise. Now I was his prisoner to do with what he wanted. That only heightened the excitement, keeping me on edge, my mind a fuzzy blur.

“So fucking beautiful.” Why was it the darkness of his words, the understanding that we’d crossed a permanent line thrill me so much?

I shifted, almost disobeying him, but was quickly reminded of my place when he pinched my nipple harder than before. The pain created a wave of white-hot heat tickling every muscle.

When I whimpered, he pressed his finger against his lips, as if anyone could hear us. But I did as I was told, determined to be a good girl.

For now.

“Do not move,” he growled as he backed away. There was no pretense in what he was doing as he stripped off his shirt or in the way he unfastened his belt. I knew exactly what he wanted.

And what he would do.

Devour me.

He took his time even as he kicked off his shoes, the long line of his muscular legs keeping me enthralled. I shifted my hips back and forth, fisting and flexing my hands. His wry smile indicated he believed I’d defy him once again. What if I did? What would he do?

I waited not so patiently as he unzipped his trousers, licking my lips in appreciation as he peeled the material aside, exposing his black boxers. I’d never known a man could be sexy in underwear, but dear God, he was.

Everything was finally removed, his unwanted clothes kicked aside. He stretched his arms, every movement allowing my gaze to fall on another perfect inch.

At least I could bask in his masculinity, raking my gaze down from the dark stubble covering his jaw to the exquisite bone structure of his shoulders and chest. Then I allowed my eyes to fall to his detailed tattoos on one arm, every one of them a creation of beauty.

The rest of him was utter perfection. The deep V cut of his abdomen gave way to a deliciously thick and throbbing cock.

The moment shared seemed so forbidden yet so right.

I wasn’t certain what to call it, but the taste hadn’t been enough.

For either one of us.

This wasn’t forever. This was barely a moment in time, but it was one I’d remember for weeks, months, and years to come.

When I wiggled against the wall, feeling music deep within my soul, his nostrils flared.

He shook his head slowly, another reminder, but as he flexed his hand, rubbing it down his chest, he knew I couldn’t look away.

With a single dark chuckle, he stroked his cock several times.

My mouth watered. My heart hammered to the rhythm of an invisible drum.

And I was almost desperate for him to touch me.

I chewed on my lower lip, locking on the glistening beads covering his cockhead. I was flustered from the sight of his swollen balls, hanging low between his muscular thighs. He was a creation straight from a Greek god. I was swooning, heat rising across my jaw.

He seemed amused, but his hunger was more overwhelming than anything else.

I could tell by the darkness of his eyes, the shimmer around his irises that he was thinking about all the ways to defile me.

I wasn’t a fool with regard to sex, yet my lack of real experience made me feel vulnerable.

He rolled his hand between his legs, squeezing his balls.

“The things I want to do to you.” His deep voice penetrated my very soul. “This is a very bad thing we’re doing.”

“I know.”

“It can’t happen again.”

“Yes, I understand.” But in my heart, I knew we would fight the control, succumbing to the hunger from our unexplainable connection.

“Do you really? I’m a very bad man.” Was he simply teasing or issuing a stark warning?

I thought about his admittance. “You just want everyone around you to believe you are so you can push them away.”