Chapter 37
Dmitri
Her hair was slightly disheveled and her lips faintly swollen. Her dress was also creased but it was proof of how well I took care of her body.
It was so hard to keep myself in check after seeing how gorgeous and responsive her body was, but tonight it was all about her.
Our stomachs growled simultaneously and we chuckled. “I’ll make you something to eat,” I offered quite enthusiastically.
Her brows arched in doubt immediately and she folded her hands, her blue eyes staring at me distrustingly. “The great Capo of the Russian Bratva knows how to cook?”
“I’ll show you,” A grin spread over my face.
A night with her like this had brought me more smiles than I’d ever had in the last six years. I’d lost the will to laugh or engage in any fun-filled activity since Anya died, but being with Ariel brought out a part of me I thought was dead and buried.
She slid down the table and stretched her dress. Her hands swiped her bottom and she gasped. “The back of my dress is stained,” She realized.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. We’re the only ones here,” I reminded her.
Her anxiety didn’t go away completely, but she became less paranoid. Even I didn’t mind staring at the damp blotch at her behind as it gave me more ideas and tugged at the strings of my self-control.
We were here for a date, I should at least give it to her.
“Alright then. Take me to the kitchen,” She smiled brightly and I obliged her.
My cooking skills were a bit rusty since I hadn’t entered the kitchen for a while, but I hoped I would be able to impress her. She had to eat a lot after all the energy she had exerted on rewarding me with an erotic sight that came from her orgasm.
I preheated the pan and brought out some of the ingredients that the caretaker had kept inside the kitchen cabinets while she watched me keenly.
She crossed over to the counter and helped me to remove some of the ingredients from the paper bag, dropping them on top of a large plastic tray.
“You’re supposed to watch me cook for you,” I reminded her.
She giggled and shook her head. “That day you bumped into me in front of my father’s study, I was supposed to begin my baking classes, and I’d have also learned a thing or two about preparing intercontinental dishes if I had my way, so you’d be making me happy if you allow me to assist you,” She implored a puppy expression that I couldn’t refuse.
“Alright, but you’ll have to follow my lead. You need all the rest you can get after what you just experienced,”
“But I’m not tired,” She argued shyly, her cheeks heating up with a blush.
“So you want more?” I pressed further and my eyes lowered to her chest which rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
My gaze trailed from her pretty face and lingered on her full perky cleavages that I wanted to admire all night.
If not for the fact I was focused on giving her an unforgettable orgasm, I’d have kept my lips on her nipples.
Her eyes followed my gaze and she shifted her weight to the other foot, biting her lower lip. The act was seductive enough to drag me over from the sink where I stood to where she was so that I could worship her body the only way I knew how to.
All I needed was one word from her and I’d be unraveled.
“Tell me what you want, sweet,” I asked huskily, my cock hardening rapidly while I imagined how it would feel to have her fingers wrapped around it.
An involuntary shudder worked through me and I realized that I was getting addicted to her body. We hadn’t even gone deeper than just fingering and I was already pining for her.
Whatever Margaret and I used to have couldn’t come close and it wouldn’t be hard for me to forget about her because I had Ariel. Fortunately, she wanted me the same way though she hadn’t told verbally.
But her eyes blazed with undiluted lust in high volumes.
She drew in a deep breath and strolled toward me. “Yes, I want you, but I’m not selfish. We have the whole night to ourselves and for us to be strong enough to explore where these desires would lead us, we have to eat,”
“We aren’t going home after this?” Her suggestion surprised me in a good way.
She propped her arm against the sink, standing right in front of me with her left hip jutted to the side.
I was so glad that I chose the dress for her. There wouldn’t be any obstacle if I decided to place her on the countertop and have her pussy for dinner.
But I’d have to feed her first.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve forgotten that you are a man of the night-”
Quickly, I placed my index finger on her lips. “Tonight is just for you and no one else,”
She was right because I had other plans after our date. Heck, I didn’t know that I’d be cooking for her as I’d kept a chef on standby but he would only come to the kitchen when I asked him to.
The plan was to leave for work after the date, but seeing how gorgeous she was made me feel like staying away from her tonight was equal to committing a grave sin.
“But before we continue cooking, I want to do something,”
I raised my hand to stop her from coming nearer. “Baby, if you come any closer to me, I’d be eating but it won’t be the food made from these ingredients,” I warned her, my voice deep with unhinged need.
She cast a glance at the items on the tray. “Eat me then. I was wrong about the type of hunger I wanted to satisfy because it’s you want,” Her words came out as a murmur.
My heart stopped beating for a moment and my dick twitched painfully. She didn’t have to say anything but her words had precum dripping onto my briefs.
“Once we begin, I won’t hold back,”
“Is there a room?” Her voice was breathy.
“Luckily, yes, upstairs,”
Her fingers caressed my Adam’s apple lightly and I gulped with deep yearning.
“Take me, please,” She begged desperately and instantly, I lost all sense of reasoning.
She had no idea what her plea did to me.
I swept her off her feet, gathering into my arms. “Your wish is my command, baby,” I rasped and headed for the stairs.