Page 13 of The Billionaire Dating Dad (The Holidates #18)

Violet

L iving under the same roof hadn’t been easy.

Far from it. She was tired of fighting herself and him.

It was becoming more and more difficult to hide her growing feelings from Dimitri between knowing their situation was temporary and his unsubtle come-ons.

Dimitri did everything in his power to remind her of their intimate connection.

As if she could forget. Even reminding herself that she worked for him was losing its effectiveness.

Their work arrangement did not phase Dimitri and the only thing that had kept the beasts she’d glimpsed in his eyes at bay was Maddie.

Neither of them wanted to add another hurdle for her to maneuver.

But Maddie’s presence had not completely deterred Dimitri, and Violet admitted to secretly craving those unexpected moments.

Violet closed her eyes, remembering his hand sliding under the blankets and between her thighs while they watched Aladdin.

She couldn’t protest — not without drawing Maddie’s attention from where she lay on the carpet — nor did she want to.

So she’d reclined against the sofa, opening to Dimitri and his wicked exploration of her pussy.

At that moment, she’d never felt more alive, more free than when she’d given over control. She’d given over her desires to Dimitri, the man who’d stalked her dreams and fantasies for months. His touch was musical, turning her quivering and tightening core into a symphony of pleasure.

He started with gentle strokes on her clit, escalating the pressure until warmth spread like wildfire to flood her senses.

Of their own accord, her hips bucked, soaring in search of release, and muffled her scream with a cushion.

Embarrassment had ridden hard on the heels of bliss. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to ward off Dimitri’s advances, but he was relentless. She’d given in to desire and he would collect, having waited patiently for her one moment of weakness.

He whispered in her ear, the words hoarse from his unfulfilled release. “I warned you we were far from even, Violet.”

She gulped. “You relinquished your chance to demand anything of me.”

“I don’t think so.” Dimitri chuckled. “You’re wet, sweetheart, and before the night is over, you’ll coat my length in your essence.”

She squirmed as his fingers continued their manipulations beneath her damp panties. The overwhelming sensation drew her closer to another peak. Violet shivered. She couldn’t have another controlled orgasm. Not when she yearned to have him deep inside, making her ache and beg for mercy.

“Dimitri, not here,” she begged. It had been over a year since she’d had a lover, and she was starved for intimacy. Intimacy with this man.

“There is no going back, Violet.”

She bit her lip when he sank a finger into her pussy. God damn it! Her body roared. “Okay.” She shook her head.

He leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck. "From tonight, you'll be sleeping in my bed," he murmured. “You are mine.”

The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of her was so intense that she would have agreed to anything he suggested, even if it meant going to hell and back. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, sweetheart?” His digit plunged deep and held.

Violet panted. “I belong to you, Dimitri.”

“Hmm.” Only after her winded admission did he remove his hand, not neglecting to give her sensitive bud a final promising caress to finish what he started.

The lines between them were blurred, and Violet hoped she didn’t surrender her heart along with her body.