Chapter 29

ANYA

Dimitri stops his thrusts and bolts upright. His hands clamp around my hips, preventing me from moving, and he holds me tight to him. His gaze is intense, and his look has me swallowing hard because I can’t read it.

His face is a mask of calm, but his eyes blaze fiery as they scan me.

~Oh shit. What did I just do?~

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” I ask hesitantly, attempting to pull away from him, but his hands on my hips tighten their grip.

His cock throbs inside me as we stare at each other. “No,” he says. “Say it again.” Finally, his calm demeanor breaks, and he smiles. “Call yourself my girlfriend.”

Mirroring his smile, I whisper, “I’m your girlfriend.” Then I suck in a breath, both fearing and liking this new game.

He challenges me with his eyes as his hands slowly lift and drop me back down in a slow thrust. “Good girl.” He hums, bracing a hand around my back and placing his other hand on the floor. “Good fucking girl. My good girl.”

We start from where we stopped just like that. His thrusts grow faster, shorter, the nearer we get to our blissful climax. My toes curl, and my lips part as his cock stimulates my G-spot with every push.

“Ride me, baby,” he grunts, plunging into me with a vigorous pace. “Make yourself cum all over my cock.”

I bounce over him, finding a pace that gives us both pleasure as our orgasms brew. “Yes! Yes…oh…” I close my eyes, enjoying the act far too much.

“You want me to do this?” he asks, pounding into me harder. “Pound up into you? Does that feel good?”

“Yes, it does!” My hands find their way to his hair while his mouth circles one of my nipples, sucking and kissing it. “More… Fuck me!”

His piercings add to the rising sensation, each movement brushing the metal against my walls. “I’m fucking you, sweetheart. I’m fucking you so good. My good girl deserves to be rewarded. She deserves to cum all over Daddy’s cock, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He pumps up into me somehow deeper, holding himself there, and it makes me shiver as my orgasm crashes into me. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispers sweetly, keeping his cock lodged deep. “Cum for me.”

I cry out my climax, and his follows after a few more thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” he grunts out the words, his cock throbbing inside me and further stretching my wall.

He drops to the floor, my body covers his, and my hair covers us both as we find our breaths together. Our chests battle against each other as they rise and fall, and when he wraps his arms around me to hug me close, my eyes tear up with how vulnerable this moment feels.

Because it is perfect. It is a perfect moment.

And if my life experiences have taught me anything, it is that perfect moments don’t last; the other shoe always drops.

As Dimitri’s heart thunders in my ear, my own heart skips beats as thoughts, fears, and doubts creep into my mind. Yes, I am his girlfriend, and yes, we are official. But we have hurt people, and they may want to retaliate.

Dimitri could lose his job and his son—or worse, he may have to make a choice.

The fears build up, and I need to talk them out, so I lift my head to scan his face, realizing he has been unusually quiet as well. “What will happen to us?” I ask, pillowing my chin over my forearms as I rest on his chest.

Making no move to pull out, he strokes my hair gently and then places kisses all over the crown of my head. “I have no idea, babe,” he answers.

“Will you break up with me? If they ask you to?”

His fingers stop moving, and he lifts his head to meet my gaze. “If who asks me?”

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice dropping low as I suddenly fear his answer. “Everyone.” ~Everyone as in Blake. Everyone as in the college administration. Everyone as in my parents who can’t accept their daughter being with an older man~.

He doesn’t respond, and I feel the need to elaborate, hoping he will ease my doubts after I do. “You’re my ex’s dad. You’re my professor. You’re older than me. It’s not right—to some people. Will you leave me if those people tell you to?”

Lifting my chin with two fingers, he demands, “Look in my eyes and tell me what you think.”

I do, seeing in them a thousand reasons why we aren’t wrong, but those other reasons why we are still linger. Sighing, I say, “I think we’ll both get kicked out of college.”

Dimitri’s hand shifts to my back, tugging me closer, and he breathes against my lips. “Not you, sweetheart. If anyone finds out, I’ll be the one they blame. I won’t let a single flame burn you, babe.”

His promise is deafening; I believe it like I believe the sun rises in the east. But that isn’t what I am worried about.

“I don’t care about me getting kicked out, I care about you losing your career because of me. No other school would hire you, most likely—at least not in this state.” Then my overactive brain kicks in, and the words dump out of my mouth.

“And what then? You’ll either have to find a completely new career or move out of the state. It could take months or years before you can work again, and what if you begin to hate me for that? And what if Blake never forgives you, and you begin to hate me for that? And—”

Dimitri’s thick fingers cover my mouth, and he chuckles, instantly putting me at ease. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll never hate you, and I’m never leaving you, babe,” he says, something unfamiliar but welcoming taking over his expression. “Mark my words.”