Page 59 of Shadow Waltz
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Dmitri muttered, his lips brushing my skin.
I didn’t say a word.
He slid a thigh between mine, pressing me back into the tile, his cock hard against my hip. His mouth traced the line of my jaw, nipping, teasing, the threat of teeth making me shiver. My hands went to his shoulders—solid, immovable. I clung to him, letting the water slick our skin, making every touch electric.
He didn’t rush. He explored, cataloguing me the same way I’d catalogued every threat in this place—slow, methodical, taking inventory of scars and secrets. When his fingers found my cock, I moaned, not caring if it sounded desperate.
Dmitri’s kiss took me by force, a savage claiming that erased everything but sensation. His mouth was hot and bruising, teeth dragging my bottom lip, tongue demanding entrance. He tasted like vodka and danger and a night with no safe word.
He gripped my jaw in one big, calloused hand, holding my face in place as he plundered my mouth, leaving me breathless and shaking. My cock was already hard, twitching against his soaked jeans, leaking precome as the water pounded over our tangled bodies.
His other hand slid down my chest, rough fingers toying with my nipple, twisting it until I gasped against his mouth. The sting sent lightning down my spine. I arched up, helpless, desperate for more even as my brain screamed at me to keep some distance, some dignity.
Dmitri just grinned, all wolf and sin, and bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw a whimper. “You like pain, da?” he rasped in my ear, Russian accent curling around the syllables like apromise of bruises. “You want to be fucked, little one? Want to be used like good whore?”
My hole clenched at the word, the filth of it. I was slick with need, cock throbbing, every inch of my skin begging to be touched and marked. I grabbed for him, fisting his wet shirt, but he wrenched my hands above my head and pinned them to the tile.
“Patience,” Dmitri growled, spinning us so I was the one pressed against the cool tiles, trapped between the wall and his solid frame. His cock was a thick, obscene ridge in his jeans, so close to my ass I could feel its heat even through the fabric. “You want to come already? You want to beg?”
I shook my head, though my body was already betraying me. My breath was ragged, thighs shaking, hole fluttering with anticipation. “Please,” I managed, but I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
He pushed my wrists higher, using one hand to pin them, while the other reached down and undid his fly, yanking his cock free. It slapped up, heavy and leaking, the head flushed dark and glistening. He rubbed it along my stomach, leaving a trail of slick across my abs.
“Open,” he commanded, voice a low, dangerous purr.
He didn’t need to ask twice. I dropped to my knees in the steaming shower, hands behind my back, eyes locked on his. He smirked, stroking his cock just inches from my mouth, letting me see every drop of precome oozing from the tip.
He slapped it against my lips, then my cheek, marking me with his scent. “Such a pretty mouth,” Dmitri muttered, threading his fingers through my hair and yanking my head back. “Open up, little slut. Show Luka how much you like cock.”
The name hit me like a shock. I glanced over Dmitri’s shoulder and saw the faintest glint—a tiny lens set into the tile, blinking red. Not an accident. My pulse spiked, and instead ofpulling away, I stared straight at the camera and opened my mouth wider, tongue out, letting Dmitri slap his cock across it again.
If Luka wanted a show, I’d give him one. I made it filthy—licking at the head, swirling my tongue under the crown, moaning wantonly. I sucked the tip between my lips, tasting Dmitri’s precome, and hollowed my cheeks, letting spit dribble down my chin.
Dmitri’s hand tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he slowly fed me inch after inch of thick cock. “Good boy,” he said, his accent rough and possessive. “Such a hungry mouth. Take it all. Don’t stop till I say.”
He fucked my face with slow, deliberate strokes, making me gag and gasp, my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He pulled back, letting his cock slap my lips, smearing precome and spit across my face. “Look at you. Messy whore, Luka’s pretty little pet. You love being used, don’t you?”
I moaned, nodding as best I could with his cock stretching my jaw. I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, letting spit and precome run down my chin and drip onto my chest.
He pulled out, slapped my cheek with his cock again, and grinned. “Hands on the wall. Present for me.”
I obeyed, turning and bracing my palms against the wet tile, ass pushed out, hole clenching with need. The water beat down on my back, heat mixing with shame and want.
Dmitri knelt behind me, prying my cheeks apart and licking a stripe from my balls to my hole. He spat, rubbing the slick into my hole with two thick fingers, pressing just the tip inside. I gasped, shoving back against him.
“You want it so bad,” he laughed, voice muffled as he tongued me open. “But you will wait.”
I twisted, catching the glint of the camera again. Instead of fear, a dark thrill surged through me. I spread my legs wider, arching my back, presenting for both of them.
Dmitri spat again, two fingers sliding into my hole, slow and relentless. “So tight. You like being filled? You want my cock in your ass, or you want more tongue first?”
My only answer was a needy whine, pushing back on his fingers, grinding my cock into the tile. I was leaking precome, desperate, cock aching for release.
Dmitri pulled his fingers out, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. “So fucking greedy,” he said, voice rough with approval and amusement. His big hands gripped my hips, thumbs pressing possessive circles into my skin. “You want cock so bad you forget everything else. Such a good little slut for me.”
I shivered at his words, looking back over my shoulder, hair slicked to my face, lips swollen and wet. “Then give it to me. Or are you just going to tease?”
He grinned, shaking his head. His cock was already out, thick and heavy, the head shiny with precome. But now he stepped back, breaking contact, and pulled his soaked shirt over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.