Chapter 93
Ariel
Anger and jealous tears streaked down my cheeks as I palmed my face; my raging hormones spurring the roller-coaster of emotions that rode through me.
I quickly wiped the tears off my face when the door made a creaking sound.
Shit! How could I have forgotten that Dmitri would be returning home soon? Not wanting him to find me in this embarrassing position, I dragged my panties up to my butt and kept the dildo back in the drawer, leaving the frame on the desk.
In hasty and sad strides, I pushed the door open and he waltzed in, his dark orbs scrutinizing my face meticulously. My emotions chose to betray me at that moment as tears welled up in my orbs again.
“What’s wrong, Ariel?” His voice was so soft and soothing.
“I don’t know. I missed you so much,” The part where I missed him was partially the truth, but I couldn’t tell him that I was grieved about his past.
He cupped my cheeks, his thumb wiping off the tear that hung around my eyelid. “I missed you too,” He replied and his lips grazed my forehead.
The subtle connection sparked up flames of desire within me and the jealousy that built up inside me slowly melted away. I lifted my face and peered into his eyes.
A smirk tugged at his lips while I bit my inner cheek nervously.
“What do you want?” He swept me off my feet and I straddled his waist.
A light chuckle hummed in his throat while he moved away from the door and dropped me on the bed. He sank onto the floor with one of his knees planted on it.
I chewed my bottom lip, batting my lashes coyly. It felt weird to tell him that I crazily horny after we had spent all night in each other’s arms, satisfying our insatiable desires.
Fuck it! Telling him what I wanted wouldn’t hurt and if he wasn’t in the mood, I’ll suck it up and forget about it.
“I’m waiting,” He reminded me.
“I want you to fuck me,” The words flew out of my mouth before I knew it.
His eyes darkened instantly with lust and he gently pushed me so that my back would be on the bed while he hovered over me. I ran my fingers on his toned, chiseled, tattoo-free abs, remembering how he reacted when I sucked his nipples.
“Is that what you were struggling to tell me?” He questioned, his forehead creased in amusement.
I gave a nod and my gaze swept to his well-tailored pants that did a bad job of hiding his erection. Without thinking, I let my fingers trail through the outline of his cock and he flipped me over.
I sat on top of him, my legs on both sides of him. He grappled my ass, shoving my body toward his face.
“I want to eat you up,” He chirped, his hands working expertly on my soaked pants. “Damn, have you been thinking about this all day?”
My mouth went on a temporary vacation and I nodded again, enjoying the feel of his fingers on my dripping core.
“My emotions are all over the place and I keep getting horny, and the only man I want is you,” I admitted.
“Sit on my face,” He ordered and I obeyed without hesitating.
His warm lips brushed my engorged clit as his tongue assaulted my sheath, licking it titillatingly like a candy. I squirmed on his face, rotating my hips so his mouth would reach every part of my pussy that craved his attention.
His tongue found my entrance as he squeezed my ass. His tongue twirled around my sheath and then he began stroking it. My toes tingled with strains of my climax trickling by.
I grabbed a fistful of his mane, my eyes shut with moans pouring out from my mouth. He licked, sucked me clean and took fast laps like a dog taking laps from a plate filled with water.
My thighs quivered and my fist tightened on his hair. “God, Dmitri,” A cry of pleasure burst out of me.
He paused abruptly. “Don’t come yet, baby. Ride me,” His voice was commanding yet sultry at the same time.
I hurriedly took off his shirt and rolled his pants and briefs down, his dick springing free. His hands, still on my ass, guided me till his length was completely buried inside of me.
My knees leaned on the bed for support as I rose and sank on his length.
He was the first and only man I’d ever been with and even though I didn’t get to practice with other men, I had two goals to achieve right now: sating my horny desires and ensuring he’d never forget this spontaneous love-making session we just had.
As I continued to ride him, he matched my tempo, thrusting his hip forward. The tip of his shaft hit my G-spot and stars danced behind my eyelids.
I increased my pace, nearly toppling over the edge with the insurmountable pleasure that shot through me. And then my climax broke forth at the same time with Dmitri’s.
We held each other lovingly until the waves of our orgasm eroded and his dick became limp inside of me.
“I love you,” We chorused and laughed.
He helped me lay on my back, ever gentle and tender while I tried to catch my breath. He lay on his side, his gaze boring into mine.
“Who taught you to ride me like that?” His eyes crinkled with mischief.
“You don’t have to ask,” I giggled.
He nibbled on my collarbone, arousing me once more, but he didn’t make any further move. “Something strange happened today,”
“I’m listening,”
“Vladimir and I were waylaid on our way to a meeting. The mastermind is dead though. Nikolai came to our aid,” He revealed and I jerked upright.
He sat up as well and gathered me into his arms. “You don’t have to worry, babe, the attacker is gone, but that’s not what I’m worried about,”
“Is there any lingering issue?”
“He mentioned something about Anya telling him the whereabouts of my safe house,”
“What if he was just messing with you?” I interrogated.
“Anya was the only one who knew about the safe house because I told her. Not even Vladimir has any idea about the safe house our father passed down to us,” He explained.
“Did he spill more information?”
“Nikolai shot him dead. I badly want to kill that fucker. He might have saved our lives today, but I can’t help suspect that he has a lot of secrets that would hurt the Bratva,”
Short of words as my mind cast back to the picture I saw on the frame, I kissed his cheeks and formed circles on his chest. “You have no other choice but to question him. It might be hard but you have to do it if you want to get answers,” I suggested and got to my feet, walking nudely to the drawer.
His eyes caressed my body and he ran his tongue over his lips absentmindedly. I shuddered involuntarily, my body heating up while I remembered what those lips and that tongue did to me.
I wanted him again, but I had several questions that needed urgent answers. After summoning courage, I picked up the frame and flashed it at his face.
“Who’s this woman?” My heartbeat doubled.
His amorous stare vanished and a scowl appeared on his face. “That’s Anya,” He replied coldly, sliding to his feet.
He snatched the frame from me and smashed it on the floor. The glass protecting it shattered and then he picked up the picture and tore it into shreds.
“Anya was a spy sent by the outfit to destroy me, and I regret falling for her. That picture was the only one I had of us, but whatever we had is over and I love only. You are stuck in my heart and I’m not even going to try to take you out,” He assured me, but I wasn’t done yet.
“And what if I tell you that I’ve been seeing a woman that looks exactly like her? I mean, their hair color is different, but they are so much alike and I can’t help but think that Anya isn’t dead as we think,”
He tilted his head to the side, his expression stoic and unfeeling. “What makes you think so?” He let out short breaths.
“Their uncanny resemblance, Dmitri. I know that a person can have a doppelganger, but hers is too striking,”
“How can I confirm this?”
I stroked my chin and returned to the bed. “Liora said she brought me to the hospital. Maybe we can check the hospital’s camera,”