Page 7 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

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“Stand up,” he told me, his tone much more commanding than before.

I did as he said, struggling to slide my foot into my shoe. When I was standing in front of him, he finally rose to his full height. He was much taller than I’d realized and as he swept his eyes down to my toes, even the look in his eyes was more authoritative.

“Turn around.”

Once again, I followed his directions, still questioning my sanity.

I felt his hand on my waist and expected he was prepared to guide me from the bar. When he slipped his hand to the decorative sash accompanying the dress, I held my breath. He deftly untied it within seconds, holding the silky material out in front of me. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“If you question me again, this will be over. Now, close your eyes.”

While I did as he asked, I turned my head slightly, only to feel his cheek nestled against mine, the dark stubble of his beard tickling my skin.

“You aren’t very obedient.”

“I’m nervous.”

“There is no reason to be. I won’t hurt you, my perfect angel. At least in the ways you’re thinking.”

Now I wasn’t merely a sweet angel, but a perfect one.

A tiny thrill swept through me and every inch of skin was tingling from excitement. This was crazy. This was irrational. I’d never done anything so reckless in my life.

As he placed the sash around my eyes, the anxiety increased but I tingled from anticipation. Suddenly, the noise around us was muted and every one of my senses was more alive. When I was pitched into total darkness, I took a series of scattered breaths.

You can’t do this. Stop right now.

Yet I didn’t.

He breathed into my ear before flicking his tongue into the shell. I quivered visibly, curious as to what everyone in the bar was thinking.

“Don’t pay attention to anyone else. Only listen to my voice.”

It was as if he could also read my mind. “Yes, sir.” The words dripped from my mouth easily.

“Good girl.”

“What are you going to do?” I hated the timidity in my voice.

“Spend several hours unraveling every inch of you, providing you with pure ecstasy. But if you fail to surrender to me in any way, our little game will end. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He pressed his body against mine and a whimper escaped my mouth as his hard, throbbing cock was driven against my bottom. “Now, you’re coming with me.”

The blindness didn’t seem to hinder him as he guided me through the bar. Every sound was muffled, but I sensed the crowd of people was parting ways, allowing the powerful man and his prey to pass without question. With every few steps, my mind shifted to an entirely different level of darkness.

His footsteps echoed along with the tips of my heels and I felt a blast of cool air as we left the bar. The hollow sound as we walked down the marble-tiled corridor clung to my ears, a sweeping reminder I’d already lost all sense of control.

Which was exactly what the sensual man wanted.

My breath continued skipping beats even as we stopped. Seconds later, the pinging noise allowed me to know we were about to walk into an elevator.

As soon as we stepped inside, he gently pushed me against the hard, cold steel.

His touch was breathtaking as he brushed his fingertips down my arm.

I shivered more than before, fighting the urge to run to safety.

Only I doubted there was anywhere truly safe from this man. That was how intense his aura was.

He chuckled darkly as he tenderly rubbed the same fingers under my chin. I sensed he’d lowered his head and the subtle sensations as he blew across my cheek were even more intense than before. “The things I will do to you, ideal’nyy angel .”

“Your perfect angel,” I whispered.

“Yes. Absolutely perfect.”

I almost corrected him as I’d done before, but sensed I wasn’t allowed. A tiny lump formed in my throat as he brushed his lips against mine. I lifted my head as if begging him to kiss me. Another deep chuckle sent a series of thrills through me.

“Not yet,” he commented and gripped my face with his massive hand.

Unable to stop trembling, when the tiny pinging noise assaulted my senses again, I realized my body was swaying. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he led me down another hallway. There was no other sound. No music. No conversations. No passing guests.

We were all alone.

I was aware when we walked into a room or a suite, but he said nothing. I was led forward, Mikhail taking his time. Nothing with him was rushed.

“Relax,” he instructed. “Keep your hands by your sides.”

The rush of electricity shifted and, in my mind, I knew he’d walked away.

The slight rustling sound caught my attention and I turned my head toward it.

Maybe it was true that when one sense was taken away, the others became more acute.

I envisioned him removing his jacket, perhaps even removing his tie and rolling up his long white sleeves.

Mikhail had certainly been the most handsome man at the wedding and there’d been several who’d caught my eye. All powerful in their stance. Forever watching the procession as if worried there’d be an unwanted incident.

I’d conjured up several scenarios regarding the family, also fueled by the dark romance novels I’d consumed. Now I wished I’d grilled Lilia on her family. Especially after she’d asked me to be one of her bridesmaids.

Yet perhaps the mystery and darkness surrounding him added to the excitement.

I sensed his return seconds later and fisted my fingers. My mouth remained Sahara dry, every inch of skin prickling from dancing vibrations. My heart rate was high enough I was fearful I’d faint.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, his grip firm yet not painful. “Do you trust me?”

The question had no truthful answer, yet the words slipped from my mouth easily. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Very good.” He took his time tangling his fingers in my hair, running his fingers down the back of my neck. When I felt the slight tug of my zipper, I sucked in my breath audibly enough he stopped briefly.

Remaining silent, he continued pulling the zipper an inch at a time. I continued swaying as he eased the straps from my shoulders, following the trail of material as it softly fell to my hips. Now my naked breasts were exposed, the choice of gowns preventing me from wearing a bra.

The cool air hit my nipples and they were instantly taut, sensitive even to the hint of air conditioning. He took a deep breath while pushing the dress to the floor.

Without being asked, I stepped out of the garment. Now standing in only heels and my matching purple thong, the voice of doubt in my mind was running free.

Get out before it’s too late.

Don’t give into temptation. You’ll never be free of him.

This isn’t you.

I held my breath, the half dozen thoughts and emotions disturbing.

“You are very beautiful. So much so I can barely breathe. I’m a lucky man to be given such an incredible gift.”

And just like that, almost all my fears and reservations faded, replaced with almost desperate need.

He took his time, but I sensed his urgency increasing.

He rolled the tip of a single finger down my spine, trailing the thin elastic of my thong settled against my hips.

I was thankful I’d spent the extra cash on the sexy lace.

The thought almost made me laugh. There’d be nothing worse than to be standing in girlie panties that I usually wore under my pajamas.

I even had a couple of pairs with the day of the week on them.

The silly thought allowed a sense of relaxation until he slipped his finger down the crack of my ass, pressing his huge hand between my legs.

“You’re very wet,” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“Mmm… I’ve wondered what you taste like.” He was impatient to find out, sliding his fingers into the material with enough force the sound of lace ripping caught my attention.

A subtle moan left my lips as a wash of heat flowed from my neck across my cheeks. How long had it been since a man had touched me intimately? So long I couldn’t remember.

My body swayed and I arched my back involuntarily the moment he swirled the tip of his finger around my clit. How could the tiny nub be so sensitive so quickly? He was so close that the rush of electricity was powerful enough to steal my breath.

A single tiny bead of perspiration trickled down my face and I bit back a moan as he pinched the tender tissue between his fingers.

“Very wet, yet when I’m finished with you, you’ll be drenched. And you’ll be covered in my cum.”

Another shot of excitement. Another deep moan. I was lightheaded, jutting my hips back while he skillfully teased my pussy. The hard throbbing was intense from his simple yet powerful touch. Breathing was merely optional.

“Before anyone can truly comprehend pleasure, they must appreciate pain.” The deep timbre of his baritone voice pushed me toward an unparalleled edge I’d never reached. As if I was handing over not just my trust, but also my safety.

And maybe my sanity.

The slight whimper escaping my mouth seemed unreal, so strangled I wasn’t certain I’d even made the sound. It wasn’t one of agony but sinful desire, a longing seated so deeply within me I’d resisted acknowledging its existence. It was as if the man knew me better than I knew myself.

I struggled to remain still as he stroked my back with his other hand while teasing me with the rough pads of his fingers on the other. My core was on fire and when he nudged my legs further apart, not a single ounce of me wanted to fight what he was doing.

As Mikhail slipped his fingers into my wetness, every muscle tensed. He held his fingers in position, finally flexing them open. When he pumped them in and out a few times, my muscles clamped around the thick invasion. The blindfold was only making the moment that much more indulgent.

He thrust his fingers deep inside and with my awakened senses, I concentrated on his labored breathing. The sound held a deep and husky growl, the low volume capturing my attention. He was all male, a predator who refused to share or allow anyone to touch what belonged to him.

I bucked against him, enjoying the finger fucking as my mind swelled about what he’d do next. Every time he issued a low rumble from his chest, I quivered. My pulse spiked when his actions became rougher. Even the way his thumb flicked back and forth across my clit was euphoric.

No longer able to feel my legs, I fell into the complete rapture, my mind and emotions spiraling out of control. Panting, I felt the climax rushing closer, destroying my inhibitions as my pussy clenched.

Yet just when I was certain my orgasm would be life altering, he pulled his fingers free.

“Yes, so wet.” He took another deep breath and crowded closer. The heat of his body was explosive and when he shifted back and forth, my muscles contracted. I’d never been so attracted to a man. His touch was powerful. His scent was intoxicating.

My body continued to rock and I dragged my tongue across my lips.

“Open your mouth for me, ideal’nyy angel .”

There was no question I’d obey him, yet I pulled as much oxygen into my lungs as they’d allow, still skittering from a delicious combination of trepidation and excitement.

The fragrance of my desire ignited another blaze and the second he rubbed the tips of his fingers around my lips, I darted my tongue against his skin. When he shoved his fingers into my mouth, my lips formed around the thick digits and I sucked on them without being asked.

“Do you taste sweet?”

I nodded, even mumbling around his fingers. With my tongue darting back and forth, he seemed satisfied for a few seconds. Then I heard his heavy breathing. Perhaps he was ready to lose control.

“Such a good girl.” He ripped his fingers free, immediately sliding them under the elastic of my thong. I expected him to rip the material, freeing me of the lace.

Yet once again he surprised me, slowly lowering them past my hips to my thighs, forced to stretch the material as he slipped them down my legs.

This time he tapped my ankle and I lifted my leg.

He managed to slide the material over my one heel then the other.

As he stood, he rolled his hands along the outside of my legs, slowly brushing his fingertips along my hips and stomach until he reached my chest.

Cupping both breasts, he crushed the full weight of his body against mine. “When submitting to a man, you’ll learn complete trust while surrendering to his every need.”

What was I supposed to say? I had no idea. I’d never allowed a man to dominate me before.

He squeezed my nipples to the point of discomfort before pulling away.

“As I said, no submissive can understand the full effect of ecstasy without understanding and embracing pain. Stay right where you are. If you move, you will be punished.”

His words should terrify me, but as with everything else about the man, they only added to the dangerously filthy and desirable expectations.

Every sound magnified, I was fully aware the moment he walked away. I heard another noise. He was opening a cabinet door. I was certain of it.

My hands remained fisted and I was digging my nails into my palms. Seconds ticked by.

Maybe minutes.

As heightened as my senses were, I couldn’t keep up with counting, my nerves were so frayed. Finally, I sensed his approach. Every nerve ending was electrified. He was suddenly in front of me, his massive frame stealing every whispered breath.

Mikhail muttered something in Russian I dared not ask him to repeat in English, fearful I couldn’t handle whatever he’d admitted. There were so many thoughts racing through my mind, so many questions, but I remained stiff and silent.

Yet my skin tingled once again as he slid his hand under my hair, wrapping his long figures around the back of my neck.

“You take my breath away,” he admitted as his heated breath cascaded across my lips. The jolt of current forced me towards him just as he captured my mouth.

I remained stiff at first, uncertain if I was supposed to react or move. Passion flared between us, so strong I could no longer feel my legs.

My mind was an utter chaos of thoughts as he swept his tongue inside.

Even though he was clean shaven for the festive event, it didn’t prevent a slight prickling sensation from dark stubble I’d noticed at the bar.

My thoughts drifted to wondering about other areas of his body.

Would he even allow me to see his majestic form or deny me the privilege?

He dominated my tongue, taking his time exploring my mouth as my body began its slow descent of betrayal.

I was already submitting to him, a man I didn’t know and would likely never see again.