Page 45 of Claim Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #2)

I rolled both thumbs across her pussy lips, enjoying the way she lolled her head to the side. The rush of shame remained, but I could tell by the way her body reacted she had no intentions of stopping me.

After dragging my tongue down the length of her pussy, I took the time to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs.

I moved from one side to the other, every dart of my tongue creating sweeping moans that filled the dense space.

The slow and languid kisses seemed to drive her wild.

Her body bucked while she tried to stifle moans.

The way she was fisting my hair was another plea not to stop, but I needed her to tell me.

“What do you want, Marissa?” My voice boomed in the elevator, loud enough her eyelids fluttered open.

“I need this.”

“Not good enough.”

“I need you.”

As usual, it was impossible to keep a grin off my face. “One day you’ll learn obedience.”

With another crack of my fingers, she yelped. “I need you to fuck me.”

Her answer was rife with emotion and the kind of darkness that sparked the deep ebb and flow of sadistic desires. Only the last thing I wanted was to hurt her in any way. She was too precious, too vulnerable, and with a single wrong move, I could break the tangle of our connection.

I buried my face in her wetness, savoring every drop of her sweet cream. She kept her fingers tangled in my hair, her back still arched as she muttered cries of appreciation.

The feast was spectacular. I drove both my tongue and fingers deep into her channel, marveling in the way her muscles cinched and released. I could eat her out for hours, keeping her on the very precipice of sheer ecstasy and pulling away.

She tore at my hair, muttering under her breath as her body continued trembling. With every inch of her skin glistening, she was even more beautiful.

“Yes, yes.” Her voice was softer this time yet still imploring and I sensed she was close to climaxing.

My stomach and entire body twisted from raging need. I was forced to use every ounce of control to bring her to pure rapture. I licked her greedily as I drove three flexed fingers into her tight pussy while rolling my thumb around her clit.

She was going mad from my actions, her body thumping against the wall as she continuously cried out.

Suddenly, the cramped space was filled with a shrill ring. Our captivity had been discovered. If anyone believed I was going to end my feast before I’d finished, they were dead wrong. I was far too famished, my needs becoming burdensome.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, dear God, don’t stop.”

“My needy virtuoso.” The deep rumble of my voice floated around us, her smile indicating she’d heard me. I drove my fingers in roughly, pulling her into a frenzy as I sucked and licked.

She tossed her head from side to side, her moans spinning out of control.

A shout was ripped from her throat as an orgasm tore through her body like a tidal wave, winds spinning out of control. She was soaring high, her entire body stiff as wave after wave tumbled through her.

I refused to stop, my fingers now pressed tightly against her thighs as she bucked hard against me. The sweet release was followed by several aftershocks, her body spasming as her wails softened into almost silent whimpers.

Seconds later, I finally backed away so I could bask in the sweet afterglow. Her scent lingered, the sweet taste of her remaining on my lips and tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

Her moan was strangled and when she finally opened her eyes, peering down at me, I could see tremendous confusion racking her thoughts. She remained unsure of me and the emotional and physical connection we were sharing.

Smart girl.

As she took several gasping breaths, she raked her hand through her hair. I slowly stood, brushing the backs of my fingers across her cheek. Only then did I realize she’d shed a single tear.

As our eyes connected, I sensed a moment of soul searching.

Yet even as the hint of confusion remained, she reached for me, wrapping one hand around my cock and the other around my tie. She twisted the material as her lips pursed and she jerked me forward.

“I said… fuck me.”

“Mmm… Why, yes, ma’am.” I tugged one leg around me then the other, jutting my hips forward and allowing the angle to keep her positioned against the steel wall.

We both ignored the now pulsing bell and the constant ring of the phone. How many elevators were left in the world that could be stopped mid-action? It was a relic that I hoped to keep.

This was dangerous and delicious.

I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy as I wrapped my hand around her throat. Just being able to force her to look at me, to make her see what I was about to do to her boosted the power-hungry man inside.

Her small gasps echoed, but it was the sharp cry when I thrust my entire cock deep inside that put a smile on my face.

I stared at her for the longest time as I developed a rhythm.

Directly into her soul. She never blinked and in the moments that we were locked together as one, I sensed she continued to unravel.

Electricity thrummed between us.

White hot and primal.

The darkness within me insisted I mark her as mine. I wanted her to forever feel the burn of my hands and every time she closed her eyes, I wanted her remembering this moment.

She whimpered softly as I lowered my head, meeting her lips without taking them. As I continued driving my cock in slow and methodical plunges, she crushed her knees against my hips.

The hard pulsing of the cords in my neck matched her ragged breathing. Her body was so tightly knitted against mine, I wanted nothing more than to continue for hours.

I yanked one arm over her head then the other, intertwining our fingers as I rose onto the balls of my feet. She dragged her tongue across her lower lip, subtly laughing while trying to push away from the wall. Every action she took, every scattered breath pulled me further into a trance.

Her pussy was so wet, so hot that beads of sweat had already formed on both sides of my face. With her eyelids half closed, she looked even more beautiful than before, her alabaster skin glowing in the dim lighting.

The woman ignited my spirit while continuously creating chaos in my life. It had been three days of pure passion and raw need along with a continuous feeling of frustration that only hard fucking seemed to abate.

I thrust harder. Rougher. My mind continued spinning out of control as I fucked her like a savage. She’d folded her fingers, squeezing tightly enough I felt the tingle all the way down to the backs of my knees.

I’d never felt so fucked up in my life, yet when I was with her, I was completely and thoroughly enthralled.

What the fuck did that say about me?

The hard jolt of the elevator grabbed our attention. We both tossed our heads to the side, and I craned mine to catch a glimpse of the doors.

“I think we’re about to be interrupted.” Her voice was dripping with lust, the sound obliterating whatever control I’d hoped to keep.

I turned my head slowly until our lips were barely touching. “Oh, yeah? So what? Let them catch a show.”

“You are terrible.”

“How many times do I need to agree with you?”

She giggled, squeezing her pussy muscles around my dick. The moment she did, I struggled to maintain control.

Just a few more minutes. Something this sweet, this amazing needed to be savored for as long as feasible.

Sadly, only seconds later, I realized my fantasy wasn’t going to become a reality.

“Hello!” a deep male voice, while muffled, called. “If you can hear me, don’t worry. We’re going to get you out.”

“What was that?” Marissa asked, somehow managing to free her hands, both now gripping my shoulders.

I pressed our foreheads together. “An unwanted interruption. But I’m not finished yet.”

With a dark grin on my face, I thrust harder, the force driving her brutally against the elevator, which jerked again. I heard other voices and bit back laughter.

Her fingers dug into my arms. She moaned, the sounds alternating with groans of frustration. “You need to hurry.”

“You can’t rush a man along with these things,” I growled.

When her eyes lit up with another fire, I half laughed from anticipation. She squeezed her muscles as she’d done before and there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable.

My cock was close to agony and when I finally erupted, filling her with my seed, she laughed in her soft, melodic voice.

A loud clang brought a slight shriek from her lips. She clamped her hand over her mouth, immediately trying to push me away.

“Mmm… What if I don’t want to let you go?”

“If you do this, I will…”

“I’d love to see you try.” I backed away, gently easing her down. She scrambled immediately, searching for her panties. I pulled them from my pocket, twirling them in the air. “These you don’t get back.”

“You are such a bastard.”

“So you’ve told me.” I took my time shoving my cock into my trousers, eyeing her the entire time while she smoothed down her dress.

Her fingers flew through her disheveled hair and she even wiped her index finger under her eyes.

I wouldn’t share with her that her eyeliner was smudged, creating a sultry appearance.

Seconds later, the elevator dropped by a few feet, the ding indicating the doors were about ready to open.

When they did, Drake Carlisle stood in front of three other hotel personnel, his eyes open wide. “Mr. Dmitriyev. Are you… two okay?” His gaze swept to Marissa and I noticed his chest tightened.

“We’re fine. I appreciate you getting us out of here. It would seem Ms. Valentine is somewhat claustrophobic.”

“Yes. I’m certain. I’ll have the elevator checked. That never happens.”

“You do that.” I took her hand, leading her onto the wrong floor, heading immediately to the stairwell. When we reached the door, I threw a look over my shoulder.

He was still watching us with darkness in his eyes.