Page 36 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

He was rougher than before, thrusting his cock in with enough force I was pitched forward. Everything about this was different, causing a new round of scattered sensations as my pulse raced. I didn’t know if I could get any hotter, my skin seared from his touch.

When he suddenly pulled all the way out, backing away from me, I cried out and tossed my head over my shoulder. I should know by now never to underestimate him.

He gathered me into his arms, planting my butt on the edge of the desk.

As he crowded between my legs, a smile curling on one side of his lips, he untied my bonds.

Once freed, for a few seconds I was allowed to explore his chest with my fingers, marveling in every dip and every carved muscle.

He was truly more beautiful than any fantasy.

My fingertips were seared from the touch.

“Enough. I can’t get enough.” Another admittance that made me feel so special, so wanted.

He thrust my arms behind me, jerking me forward so my butt was halfway off the edge of the desk. As soon as he forced my legs around him, he thrust his cock into my aching pussy.

Together we rocked, our eyes never leaving the others. As before, there was no need for further words, no statement required to be made. He knew I was eager to follow his lead, obeying every command.

I’d never felt so exposed, yet I couldn’t help but to lick my lips, still tasting the few drops of pre-cum I’d been rewarded with. I could feel my muscles clamping and releasing around his thick girth, pulling him in even deeper. I threw my head back, gasping for air as I stared up at the ceiling.

How could anything else in the world feel so incredible?

He dropped his head, flicking his tongue around my nipple. They both ached to the point of pain. I pressed my knees against him, trying to meet every brutal thrust. He bit my tender bud and I laughed from shock as I lifted my head to see another twinkle in his eyes. He was enjoying tormenting me.

I was hotter, slicker, and wetter than I’d ever been with my vibrator, my mind so fuzzy that every sound was muffled.

Ecstasy swirled around every sensation, pulling me into a dark abyss as another climax threatened to betray me.

I couldn’t hold back, the muscles of my diaphragm constricted, stealing what was left of my breath.

Shocked that I could come so soon, when I did it was harder than before, my core so overheated that all the air was sucked from my lungs. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

“So fucking beautiful,” he grunted. His accent was thicker, his words full of darkness.

I was still so lost in the moment, every muscle close to spasming.

“Come for me again.”

The instant he issued the command, my body responded as if fully trained. I could no longer bite back a moan or the series of whimpers rushing up from my throat. He thrust harder and faster as the climax swept through me, leaving me sore and exhausted.

His actions were even rougher, so much so we were both sweating. As he pumped hard and deep, I lolled my head, desperately trying to regain my ability to breathe. I could feel his cock swelling, going deeper, filling me completely.

As soon as his body began to jerk, I finally closed my eyes. The moment he erupted deep inside, I felt the most intense satisfaction.

We were struggling to breathe, his soft laughs keeping chills tickling my spine. He pressed his forehead against mine and rubbed his hands down my back.

“What now?” I asked.

It took him a few seconds to respond. “You must be hungry. I brought pizza.”

Very lazy and content, I lifted my head. “What kind? This girl only eats pepperoni and sausage with extra cheese.”

He acted surprised, but why did I have a feeling he had a complete dossier on my likes and dislikes? He must, given he knew my favorite gem was a ruby. “A girl after my own heart. I brought wine.”

“You drink wine?” I acted shocked, even tossing my hand over my mouth.

Snorting, he pulled it away, pressing kisses against my palm. “Hopefully, I’ll continue to surprise you.”

“My guess is you will. Bad men usually do.”

He backed away, taking another long, hard look before grabbing his trousers. I shifted my gaze, giggling before jumping off the desk and snatching his shirt before he had a chance.

His eyebrows arched and another wry smile crooked his lips as he watched me slide into his shirt. While a scent of smoke lingered, his fragrance remained. The thought of smelling like him kept my nipples hard.

“A perfect dress,” he commented, taking over buttoning the front.

I twirled in a circle, pushing him away gently. When had I ever felt this playful? “I’ll get plates. Wanna watch a movie?”

His smirk shifted into a full grin, surprise capturing his expression.

“Why not. I’ll choose.”

I was shocked he’d agreed.

“Not a chance, buster. I have the perfect selection in mind.” I was light on my feet, still breathless as I rushed from the room. How strange to feel such a deep array of emotions, able to mask the sorrow, which was what my mind and soul desperately needed.

The grief would return. It was only hiding in the darkness, waiting for when I’d be able to handle the ugly truth. But for now, I’d allow myself to enjoy the moment.

I gathered plates and napkins, placing them on the pizza box. When I walked into the living room, he was staring at the music I’d written. Without asking a single question, he lifted his head and the emotion I witnessed was powerful.

And I continued to whisper the word he’d said before, the single syllable a distant yet sweet echo.

Mine…

Yet in my heart, I knew that wasn’t true.

We weren’t destined to be together.