Chapter 24

ANYA

A rush of air exits my lungs, and gasps ring out from some of the onlookers.

Miss Winslow stands stunned with her eyes open wide. “What? Dimitri, are you…insane?” she asks, her voice stuttering. “If anyone deserves to be your exclusive, it’s me.”

“But you’re not,” Dimitri says. “So, the next time you talk to my exclusive that way, I’ll have you banned from here, understand?”

I slowly cut my gaze to Vanessa, who is still at the bar. She raises her glass in a toast to me before taking a sip.

“You,” Miss Winslow says, her hands balling into fists as she glances from Dimitri to me and back again. “Fuck you!” With that, she stomps out of the area on her high heels.

Standing frozen by Dimitri’s side, I am unable to believe what just happened.

***

“You made Miss Winslow hate you.”

“What makes you think I care?” Dimitri rasps in my ear as his cock slides deep into my pussy. As he pushes home, my heaving chest rubs against the concrete wall in the alley behind the club.

Dimitri has my hair in a fist, tugging lightly, while his other hand is wrapped around my throat, squeezing. His every thrust makes me rise on my toes.

The moment my shift ended and I stepped out the door, he nabbed me like a thief, dragged me to the alley, and kissed me so deeply it raised my subdued desires like a phoenix.

He didn’t want to take me to one of the club’s rooms, saying this was personal between us. So, he fucks me out here like a ravaged man, his cock punishing my pussy for being away for so long.

“What if she—” I gasp as he rolls his hips, pushing so deep that the head of his cock touches my G-spot. “What if she tells people about us?” My sweaty palms drag along the wall, searching for purchase, but all they find are crumbles and dust.

We must be a sight to see from afar: my short dress bunched around my hips, my ass exposed to the chilly night air, and my lacy panties dangling from Dimitri’s pocket while his cock slides in and out of me.

“She wouldn’t dare talk about club matters outside the club,” he avows, tugging my hair back. His lips meet the skin of my neck, kissing and sucking.

The sounds we make are insanely dirty, our moans mixing with the bass of the club’s music.

“Does it scare you?” I ask. “Someone finding out about us?” I can’t see his face, but the way his movements slow down tells me he is thinking.

“I’d lose my job, possibly my career,” he murmurs into my ear, stopping his thrusts but keeping his cock rooted inside me.

My walls throb around his thick member, feeling each piercing and each vein that endows his magnificent length. “And?” My voice drops to a tone that conveys the seriousness of the question. “Does that scare you?”

Silence ticks by before Dimitri’s rumbling reply echoes in my ear. “No.” He begins pounding again, both of us climbing to our highs together.

“What about Blake?” I ask, immediately cringing at my own stupidity for mentioning him right at this moment.

“Anya,” he says with a sigh. “The last thing I wish to hear is my son’s name from your mouth while I’m fucking you.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

The conversation dies just like that, replaced by the erotic cries that leave us.

Dimitri’s kisses are hot as he showers my skin with them, his hand leaving my throat to grab my hips. He squeezes my flesh as he fucks me with uncontrolled lust. “You’re heaven-made,” he groans.

He pushes himself deep then rolls his hips so that his cock caresses every part of my scorching pussy. The pleasure that shoots through my nerves from the action has me screaming.

“Oh…shit! That feels good. More…please,” I moan, tears slipping from my eyes because of the intense pleasure.

“So needy.” Dimitri chuckles. “Singing like my little bird,” he says, his voice strained and husky.

“I’m your little bird, Daddy,” I cry. “Make me sing.”

“Sing, baby girl,” he coaxes. “Cum for Daddy.”

He rams into me twice more before I burst into flames, my cry rocketing off the walls of the alley as I cum all over his cock, drenching him. He thrusts through my orgasm before his hips still behind me. His cock touches my deepest spot before he explodes into the condom.

We stay like this, collecting our breaths, while he nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. When his cock stops twitching and his body stops shaking, he slowly slides himself out.

I spin to face him, using the wall for support because my legs are jelly.

He unrolls the condom from his semihard length and ties the end before discarding it in the waste bin nearby. Then he does up his pants, facing me.

His hands come up to rest on the wall behind me, caging me in between them. Short strands of his hair stick to his sweaty forehead as he radiates heat over me.

The sight of him like this is incredible; he is somehow even more handsome.

“What happens next?” I ask, placing my hands behind my back and lifting one foot to press on the concrete.

“We’ll play it by ear,” he says.

He leans in and brushes his nose over mine, and a cushiony feeling scrunches my stomach. His parted lips tease mine, our breaths mix, and a warmth spreads through me. He teases me by placing his kisses on my jaw instead of my lips, and my heart flutters.

At the feel of him all over me, a blinding wave of emotion arrests me, so intense that I fear what would happen if I express it.

But I have never been good at keeping secrets.

“Dimitri,” I say, ready to spill my soul like the reckless girl I am. “I think…I—”

“So, this is what you’ve been up to behind my back, ~Dad~?”