Page 7 of Sin in My Inbox (Sexting Spark #1)

Avery

He stood there, all lean muscle, catching my stare with a low, rumbling chuckle. "Like what you see?"

My eyes dropped to his hard-on, and holy shit, it was the first time I'd seen one up close like this. My heart pounded like a goddamn drum, my breath catching in my throat.

I wanted to shrink back, but there was nowhere to go. The sheets crumpled under my grip, my face burning.

He stepped closer, each move smooth and predatory. Leaning down, he brushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You scared?" His voice was low, almost tender, those ice-blue eyes locked on mine. No pressure, no threats—just a question. That hint of class in him, so natural, threw me off even more.

Staring into his stupidly handsome face, those eyes now soft with something I couldn't place, a spark of courage flickered inside me.

I shook my head slowly, reaching up to loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "No. I want you. I'm craving you. "

"Craving me?" Dmitri echoed, his eyes darkening with a storm of desire. "Hold onto that thought, darlin'."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "It's just... I-I've never done this before."

"First time?" His voice turned husky, his thumb brushing my flushed cheek. "You're telling me I'm your first?"

I nodded, meeting his burning gaze head-on.

"My honor." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead, soft and almost reverent. "I swear, I'll make your first time something you'll never forget."

His words sent my heart into overdrive. No one had ever talked to me like that, like I was something precious.

Dmitri leaned closer, his kisses light as spring rain, brushing my cheeks, the tip of my nose, before settling on my lips. His hands roamed my body, igniting every inch of skin they touched.

His fingers slid lower, finding that slick spot between my thighs again. I was a mess down there, dripping, the faint wet sounds echoing in the quiet room.

Then he paused. Something harder, hotter, pressed against me.

He smirked, that cold, calculated expression never leaving his face, and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"You're going to take every inch of me, Ella," he said, his voice low and commanding. "And you're going to like it."

I nodded, my breath hitching as he positioned himself between my legs. His fingers trailed down my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before they found my soaked cunt. He groaned when he felt how wet I was, sliding two fingers inside me without warning.

"Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes. "But you're dripping for me. You want this, don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned, arching my back as his fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my whole body tremble. "I want you, Dmitri. Fuck me. Please."

He pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with my entrance, the head pressing against me hard enough to make me whimper. He didn't hesitate, didn't give me time to prepare—he just shoved himself inside me in one swift thrust.

I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely. It hurt—fuck, it hurt—but there was something so fucking good about it too. The way he stretched me, the way his cock felt so deep inside me, like he was claiming every part of me.

"You're mine now," he growled, his hips slamming into mine as he started to move. "Every fucking inch of you belongs to me."

I could barely think, barely breathe—all I could do was feel. Feel his cock pounding into me, feel his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, feel the way my body was already starting to tense up as pleasure built inside me.

"Dmitri," I gasped, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Fuck me harder. Please."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming rougher, more urgent.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breathing and the occasional groan or whimper.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my cunt clenching around his cock as he fucked me ruthlessly.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Take it."

I came with a scream, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Dmitri didn't stop—if anything, he fucked me harder, chasing his own release with a single-minded intensity.

Suddenly, violent knocking shattered the intimate haze in the room like a sledgehammer.

"Avery! Avery, are you in there?"

Jimmy's voice!

Terror hit me like a bucket of ice water. My body went rigid instantly, contracting around Dmitri with pure instinct. The sudden shock sent him over the edge—he let out a low growl and released completely inside me.

"Fuck!" He pulled out of me with a ragged breath, annoyance flashing in his eyes as he quickly grabbed the sheet to cover my naked body, then threw on his pants with lightning speed.

"Avery! I know you're in there! Open this door right now!" Jimmy's voice grew more aggressive, the knocking turning into violent pounding like he was about to break the door down.

It was Jimmy! Panic sirens were going off in my head. I wrapped the sheet around myself, but it couldn't cover the naked fear and shame I felt. If Jimmy found me in a guest's bed during work hours...

I was fucked. I'd definitely lose this job.

I couldn't afford that kind of consequence. Mom was still lying in that hospital bed waiting for me. Just the thought of being unemployed was enough to suffocate me. The terror churning in my gut hit like a tsunami, threatening to drown me completely.

Watching Dmitri fix his clothes, I prayed desperately in my head. He glanced back at me, his expression reassuring, then strode toward the door.

He yanked it open with more force than necessary.

"Avery, you goddamn—" Jimmy's roar cut off abruptly, like someone had grabbed him by the throat.

An eerie silence filled the air. Then came Jimmy's stammering voice, trembling like nothing I'd ever heard before—completely stripped of his usual arrogant supervisor swagger. "Mr. Belov? W-what are you doing here?"

Belov? Jimmy knew Dmitri?

"This is my room." Dmitri's voice returned to its usual ice-cold tone, devoid of any trace of the warmth he'd shown me moments before. "What do you want?"

"Nothing! Really, nothing at all!" Jimmy's voice was thick with terror. "I was just doing a routine room cleaning check. Since you're here, I won't disturb you!"

"Get lost." Dmitri spat out the cold words.

The sound of panicked footsteps quickly retreated. Jimmy ran off faster than a spooked rabbit. That bastard who normally pushed us around was scared shitless in front of Dmitri.

I stared in shock from under the covers.

The second Jimmy's footsteps disappeared, another unfamiliar male voice spoke quietly at the door. He whispered something to Dmitri, then his footsteps also quickly faded down the hallway .

Who was that guy? The question spun in my head, adding to my unease. I didn't dare come out from under the sheet until I heard the door close again.

Dmitri walked back to the bed carrying a box, looking at me with an odd expression—a barely-there smile mixing amusement with something like resignation.

"Looks like this was a beautiful misunderstanding.

" He sat on the edge of the bed, opening the gift box to show me.

"Thomas fucked up and sent the wrong dress.

This gown was supposed to be for you. As for that nightgown—" He paused.

"Should've been for some little girlfriend of Thomas's.

Wrong place, wrong time, ended up in your hands instead. "

I stared, looking at the gift box. Inside lay a gorgeous red evening gown. I didn't need to see any labels to know this was an expensive piece. So this was what Dmitri had originally intended to give to Ella?

Since Dmitri hadn't recognized me, that meant he'd never actually met the real Ella.

But why would he give such an expensive dress to a complete stranger?

My thoughts were spinning like they'd been caught in a whirlpool. Dmitri's ice-blue eyes were watching me now with that heart-racing intensity, like he was waiting for my reaction. I forced myself to smile, trying to hide my panic. "Thomas—what's his relationship to you?"

"He's my half-brother. A little shit who loves causing me trouble." Dmitri's tone carried fond exasperation. "He's always trying to set me up with dates for these galas, but he picks women based on his own taste, not mine."

"This time, though, I approve of his choice." Seeing my stunned expression, Dmitri couldn't help but chuckle. "I thought you'd deliberately worn that nightgown to seduce me. Turns out you're just another innocent victim."

"I—" I was speechless, feeling like this whole thing was absurd as a sitcom. But because of this ridiculous mix-up, I'd ended up in bed with a man who was basically a stranger.

"But," Dmitri lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his deep gaze, " misunderstanding or not, what happened happened. You're mine now. Understand?"

"Yours," I repeated the word quietly, hardly believing it. "We don't even know each other."

"What's wrong with that?" His eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned closer. "I'll show you just how good I can be to you, baby."

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. I could only manage a bitter smile. I didn't know how to respond to his proposition, couldn't nod and give him the promise he wanted, even though my heart had already surrendered to him completely.

But our meeting was built on a mistake from the start. I wasn't the woman he was supposed to have. When midnight struck, I'd be like Cinderella when the magic wore off—back to my original self.

Dmitri pulled the gown from the gift box.

It was a deep red knee-length dress, the entire bodice embedded with tiny rubies that caught the light and threw off dazzling reflections.

The skirt was designed with gradient tulle, transitioning from rich crimson to deep wine red like flowing blood.

This incredibly luxurious dress—I'd have to wipe tables at this hotel for God knows how long to afford something like this.

"You remember tomorrow night's gala, right?" Dmitri held up the dress, sizing it against my body. "Looks like Thomas has decent taste after all."

"But—" I wanted to refuse. Impersonating that woman and ending up in the wrong bed was crazy enough—how could I pretend to be her at some high-society gala?

"No buts." He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I have to go. If I didn't have work to handle, I'd really want to—"

He didn't finish the sentence, but I caught his meaning pretty damn quick.

His fingertip traced my collarbone with lingering touch. "Get some sleep. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

He got up to leave, stopping at the door to look back at me with an intense stare. "Remember—you're mine now. Don't even think about running. "

The door closed softly, leaving me alone in the enormous presidential suite. The man's final words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples through my heart. I stared blankly at the priceless gown on the bed, feeling like everything that had just happened was some bizarre dream.

Dmitri—this dangerous, magnetic man who lived in presidential suites—had just bulldozed his way into my life. And I, a regular hotel maid, was supposed to walk into a gala on his arm tomorrow?

Jesus, Avery, are you fucking dreaming? Has putting up with Jimmy's bullshit finally made you lose your mind?

Oh shit, Jimmy!

I suddenly remembered Jimmy had come looking for me. What time was it now? Damn it, if I didn't get back soon, I'd be in deep shit!

I scrambled out of bed, frantically throwing on my uniform. The aches in my body and the lingering wetness between my legs silently reminded me of what had just happened, but I didn't have time to dwell on it.

After hastily pulling myself together, I carefully hid the expensive gown, then hurried out of room 302.

As soon as I got back to the lobby, my coworker Mark rushed over with a worried expression. "Avery, where the hell have you been? Jimmy was pissed as hell looking for you!"

"I-" I stammered, my brain completely scrambled.

"Be careful, but don't take his shit too seriously." Mark lowered his voice, glancing around nervously. "I don't know what happened, but when he went to find you and came back, his face was white as a ghost. Made him even more pissed off. You better—"

Mark's words cut off abruptly. I followed his gaze—

Jimmy was storming toward me from the depths of the hallway, face black as thunder.