Page 10 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

Only this time, doing so felt different, more dominating. I had full control over her and that’s exactly what I’d tempted her with. She desired a man to take control, bringing her to an entirely different release.

I’d seen the look on her face when I’d spanked her, the sheer reverie that had allowed her skin to glow and her lips to twist.

I cracked my hand against her bottom, smiling when she yelped. God, I could keep doing this all night long. Perhaps I would, enjoying every sweet inch of her.

She rocked with me, whimpering when I smacked her bottom again. Sadly, the marks would fade by morning. I’d been gentle with her, another action so rare I couldn’t remember the last time I’d allowed it.

Her pussy was so wet and the way her scent filled my entire system was electrifying. I pumped deep and hard, the brutal slap of skin against skin exactly what I’d wanted to hear. When I yanked on her hair, she moaned in appreciation.

Her body created magical responses. Even now, she glistened, goosebumps popping along every inch of skin. She was the kind of woman who could turn heads wherever she went.

But at least for tonight, no one else would dare touch her. I pulled almost all the way out, smiling as she arched her back, jutting her hips back. She wasn’t ready for me to be finished with her just yet.

Fucking her was such a pleasure I almost lost track of my mind and time. Additional beads of sweat trickled to her back, rolling onto the bottom sheet. She didn’t seem to care, her panting indicated she was grappling with sheer exhaustion.

But I refused to stop, slowing my actions as I sensed she was near another orgasm. Seeing her face before had been like seeing a painting for the first time or the sun after being locked away in a prison cell.

I gripped her hip as I tangled my fingers in her long hair, my muscles tenser than before as I fucked her. The thrusts were brutal, but she met every one of them, clawing the sheets and panting. Her pussy clamped around my dick once again and she sucked in her breath.

As her climax erupted, I kept the powerful pace, driving her to a sweeping orgasm.

Her scream was no longer held back nor was it subtle. She continued to pant, even fighting my hold as if determined to escape. Not a chance.

This was only round two. There were several others to go before I would be satisfied. Yet as she started to come down from the high, I closed my eyes and allowed my own satisfaction to rush to the surface.

There was something entirely too special about filling her with my seed.

A few seconds later, we both collapsed on the bed. Her breathing was as irregular as mine, yet her soft moans echoed in my ears. I could listen to nothing more than her breathing all night long.

I pressed a heated kiss against her neck and climbed over her onto the floor. She didn’t attempt to remove her blindfold even though she lifted her head.

“Stay right here. Do not leave this room.” She said nothing even as I walked out. I headed toward the bar, grabbing two glasses. After filling both, I turned toward the window, staring out at the city lights.

While the possessiveness remained, the thought would fade as it should. The last thing I wanted was to have such an innocent creature entangled with my world. While I was considered cruel even to those who knew me very well, I wasn’t a monster.

Not unless you crossed me.

I chuckled and returned to the drinks. She could stay the night then we’d part ways. At least that was the gentlemanly thing to do.

As soon as I walked into the bedroom of the suite, I stopped just inside. Padding closer, I placed the drinks on the nightstand before grabbing the fallen sheet. Very gently I placed it over her voluptuous body.

She was like Sleeping Beauty. Careful not to wake her, I eased the sash from around her eyes and brushed loose strands of hair from her face. As I bent down, I took a few seconds to enjoy her sweet fragrance before pressing my lips against her cheek.

Backing away, I shook my head and grabbed my clothes. Just before leaving the room, I stopped long enough to take another look, taking a snapshot for my memory bank as we’d never see each other again.

A necessary evil in my kingdom.

After dressing, I noticed her thong where I’d left it on the floor. Without thinking, I snagged the soft lace into my fingers, bringing the material to my nose and inhaling.

Sultry and sweet just like the woman nestled in my bed.

At least the night had ended much better than it had started.

I shoved her thong into my pocket and headed toward the small desk nestled against the wall.

I found what I was looking for, uncapping the cheap pen while grabbing the notepad.

I was leaving her a message. That could send mixed signals, but for once, I wanted to be remembered as a gentleman.

There was a first time for everything.

After scribbling a note, I pulled her dress from the floor, folding the material and placing it with the note on the coffee table.

Satisfied, I took strides toward the suite’s main door, looking back only once.