Page 61 of No Longer Mine (Rags & Riches #2)

Her breath hitched as I flattened my tongue against her clit, teasing, flicking, and drinking in every sound she made. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the way she trembled beneath me only made me want to push her further.

I slid my hands up her thighs, gripping her firmly, keeping her exactly where I wanted her as I devoured her.

Her fingers curled in my hair, tugging, desperate for more friction—more pressure.

She was close—I could feel it in the way her body tensed, the way her thighs quivered around me, and the way her pussy flooded my mouth.

"Dimitri," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, like she was trying to hold herself back.

Not a chance.

I growled against her, slipping two fingers back inside her, curling them just right, stroking that perfect spot as I sucked her clit between my lips. She shattered with a sharp cry, her back arching off the couch, her body tightening around me as she came apart.

I didn’t stop.

Her moans turned into whimpers as I coaxed every last ripple of pleasure from her, dragging my fingers over that sensitive spot again and again, my mouth relentless.

I wanted to drown in her, to etch this moment into my skin.

I wanted her to remember this—to remember that she wasn’t just something to be taken, to be used. She was something to be worshipped.

Her legs shook as she tried to push me away.

But I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

I pressed a final, lingering kiss against her before pulling back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I met her hazy gaze.

Her legs fell limply on either side of me.

I’d never seen anyone look so satisfied before.

She reached forward and palmed my cock through my dress pants. The friction was almost enough to make me cum in my pants like a teenager. I wanted her so badly I didn’t know how much more I could take.

With trembling hands, she began unzipping my pants. She grinned up at me as I watched her.

“You aren’t hurting, right?”

She looked up at me from under her lashes. “Even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Scarlett,” I growled.

She giggled, a wicked sound, as she finally freed me from my slacks, her fingers wrapping around my aching cock.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my control hanging by a thread as she stroked me, her touch both teasing and certain.

Watching her toy with my cock was torture, but I loved every single second of it.

Her thumb circled the tip, spreading the moisture already there, and my hips jerked into her touch. “Scarlett,” I warned again, my voice barely human.

She smirked, dragging her nails lightly down my shaft, watching the way I tensed, the way I fought to keep control. “What’s the matter? You’re not in control now?”

I lunged forward and pinned her back to the couch.

She let out a screech as I pinned her hands above her head.

She writhed and wiggled beneath my body, but a thought about bottomed my stomach out.

I released her hands and ran them down either side of her neck to her glorious breasts.

I palmed them before I kissed her gently.

I had never asked her if she’d ever had consensual sex before. I’d never asked her if she was ever in control when it came to her body now. That was the absolute last thing I was going to ask at the moment, but it made me pause and consider my next moves.

I kissed the side of her neck before I sat up and pulled the rest of my clothes off. I sat back on the couch and patted my lap gently.

Her lips parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in her gaze before she pushed up onto her elbows. Slowly, she crawled toward me, her hands trailing over my thighs before she straddled me.

“You’re letting me take the lead?” she murmured, her voice a mix of curiosity and something softer. Something vulnerable.

I ran my hands up her sides, my thumbs grazing the curve of her ribs. “You always have the lead, Little Fox.”

Her breath caught, her fingers tightening against my shoulders. “I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.”

I swallowed, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Then they were all fucking idiots.”

A slow smile curled at her lips, but there was something else in her eyes now—something that made my chest ache.

She didn’t say anything, just lifted herself onto her knees, positioning herself above me.

I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body tense as she sank down, inch by inch, taking me inside her at her own pace.

My hands clenched against her thighs, my restraint pushed to its breaking point.

She let out a shaky breath, her head tipping back as she took me to the hilt.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against her shoulder. I wrapped my hands around her waist as she picked up the tempo. She held onto my shoulders as she took all of me over and over again.

Her nails dug into my skin, a sharp contrast to the slow, rolling movements of her hips. I could feel every squeeze, every pulse of her body around me, and it took everything in me not to lose myself right then and there.

Scarlett was taking her time, savoring it, controlling every second. And fuck, if it wasn’t the most intoxicating thing I’d ever felt.

She lifted her head, her forehead brushing against mine as she whispered, “Do you like this?”

I let out a rough breath, my grip tightening on her waist. “Yes.”

She rocked against me again, this time slower, dragging every movement out, and I was almost a goner.

She hummed in response, her fingers tracing up the back of my neck before tangling in my hair. “What’s the matter, Dimitri?” she murmured. “You don’t like being at my mercy?”

My control snapped.

I surged forward, claiming her mouth in a kiss so deep— so desperate—she moaned into it. My hands slid up her spine, splaying across her back as I lifted my hips to meet hers, driving into her with a force that made her cry out.

She held onto me tighter, her movements no longer controlled and teasing. She let go, fully, completely, her breath coming in short, gasping moans as I took over, guiding her hips, making her feel every inch of me.

“Fuck, Dimitri,” she gasped, her nails scoring down my chest.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. “Say it again.”

“Dimitri,” she sighed, and I was truly and completely gone. Everything about her had me over the edge. “I have an IUD.”

Her words unraveled the last thread of restraint I had left. I gripped her hips, lifting her slightly before driving back into her with deep, punishing thrusts. Scarlett’s head tipped back, her moan echoing through the penthouse, and I swore I’d never heard anything more addictive.

I dragged my lips down the curve of her throat, savoring the way her pulse pounded beneath my tongue. “You feel so good,” I growled, my voice strained.

I flipped her onto her back, pressing her into the cushions, and hooked her legs around my waist. My hands gripped the sides of her face as I kissed her—deep, consuming, claiming every part of her just like I had her body.

Her moans turned into desperate whimpers, her body tightening around me, drawing me deeper. “Dimitri,” she gasped, her hands clawing at my back. “Please?—”

I felt her body shudder—felt her unravel beneath me— and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her once more, burying myself as deep as I could, and let go, growling her name like a prayer as I spilled into her.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing, our bodies still tangled together. I brushed damp hair from her face, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

She looked up at me with hazy, satisfied eyes. “Wow.”