Chapter 34

ANYA

I am living the life of my dreams, riding in Dimitri’s SUV with my feet kicked up on the dashboard as I suck on a popsicle with the tangiest taste.

Just the two of us.

Vanessa ended up wandering off and passing out in one of the club’s private rooms. Fortunately, we found her before any other members did, and Luca agreed to lock her in and take care of her for the night.

As skeptical as I was about the situation, I trust Dimitri’s judgment, and if he says I can trust Luca, then I can trust Luca.

“I had fun,” I remark, wiping my mouth once the frozen treat becomes melting goo on my tongue.

“You did?” Dimitri asks while my attention drifts to his veiny forearms as he holds the steering wheel. Despite the heavy thunderstorm outside, he maneuvers the car with the expertise of an F1 racer.

I trail a finger over an exposed vein, enjoying the feel of his skin. He has me horny without even trying. “Didn’t you?”

He shrugs. “Meh. It was okay.” He doesn’t sound at all impressed. To be fair, he only smiled during the dance with me. “I hate parties, like I said.”

“You’re such a grump sometimes.”

That prompts a subtle upward curl at the corner of his lips. “I’m always grumpy. You’re the sunshine.”

~Aw, don’t we make the perfect romance-book match?~ That thought has me smiling as I put the popsicle stick back in the wrapper and use a wet wipe to remove the stickiness from my fingers.

In the next minute, he is turning the car onto a secluded road and parking in a lot near where a pumpkin head pokes out from between two stone hedges. He kills the engine and unbuckles his seat belt.

“Why are we stopping here?” I inquire in puzzlement, watching him adjust his seat all the way back, spread his legs, and pat his lap.

“Get up here,” he commands.

My pussy grows a pulse, throbbing at the sound of his commanding voice. The way I seek his touch is cruel. He has made me a desperate mess of hormones and wild heartbeats.

The grin that greets my face is genuine as I unhook my seat belt and slide over the center console to straddle his lap. His eyes are dark, only visible when lightning flashes in the sky.

His touch is hot when it lands on my thighs, his calloused fingers dragging up my skin and then teasing the hem of my short nurse’s costume.

“You know what went through me? Looking at you in this dress?” He groans, sliding his hands under the fabric.

My ears echo with his words, and my skin blooms with goosebumps as his touch greets my panties, which are drenched from spending the whole night with him.

“Seeing all those guys look at you with such hunger.” A rumbling growl sounds from deep within his chest before he pushes my panties aside.

Closing my eyes, I move slightly when his digits probe my folds, his thumb pressing hard on my clit. Two fingers slide into my pussy, moving in circles. “You were jealous?” I moan the question, riding his fingers with slushy noises.

Fingers that are magic.

His teeth scrape my neck after he pushes my hair to one side, his breath minty cold against my skin. “No, I was proud,” he claims, sucking and nipping while he works my pussy. “I felt fucking proud that the woman who had everyone’s eyes on her was mine. All mine.”

I can’t find the words as my senses are engulfed by the scissoring motion he does inside me, which has me gasping.

Dimitri fists the hair on the back of my head with his free hand, tugging a little harshly. “Are you mine, Miss. Renée?” he asks with a growl.

“Hmm,” I manage to let out, still too possessed by his powerful fingers.

But then they stop moving, and I yank my eyelids open, staring at the heat in his dilated pupils.

“Words, please,” he says.

I move myself over his fingers, gasping, “Yes, I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” He releases my hair, pushing his fingers in twice more before cruelly dragging them out. I groan in frustration, while he laughs. “You wanna ride Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say, albeit rudely because of the orgasm he just denied me. “Yes, I do.”

He smirks, pushing me until my back is pressed against the steering wheel. The horn blows, so I have to arch to keep from pressing into it.

“Unzip me,” he demands. “Take my cock in your hands.”

Licking my lips, I unzip his jeans and take out his warm manhood. Its magnificence never fails to amaze me. I pump him once, my thumb tracing all of his piercings. He closes his eyes, adjusting himself as I rub his cock.

The precum from the tip drooling down my hand makes me squirm. “I love your cock, Dimitri,” I tell him huskily, bending down and giving a lick to his member.

“I know you do.” His response is spoken in a tight voice. “Take the condom from my pocket.”

Slowly, I rise back up, chewing on my bottom lip. “Hmm…maybe not. I want to feel you bare.”

Dimitri’s stare darkens as he scans my face without replying. “Anya.” He says my name with just a hint of doubt.

“I will take the morning-after pill,” I clarify, squeezing his girth and turning him impossibly hard and slightly purple. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel these”—I tap my thumb against each of his seven piercings—“inside me.”

A part of me is scared that it will hurt, but the other part—the one whose death is curiosity—is wild for the idea.

Dimitri parts his lips, letting out a sexy-sounding sigh. “Fuck, you’re trouble, baby girl.”

I blink my lashes, bringing on my pleading expression. “Can I ride your cock bare, Daddy?”

His hesitation vanishes, and lust replaces it. He pushes strands of my hair away from my face, looking at me so lovingly. “Who am I to say no to you?” He places his hands around my hips, taking up his position. “Ride me all you want.”

Afraid he might change his mind, I jump at the opportunity. Forgetting that it might hurt, so going slow is better, I try to take him inside me all at once, which makes the piercing drag a little harshly along my flesh.

“Oh…oh god!” I cry. The base of his cock is still in my hand, while the upper part with the first two piercings has already slid inside.

Dimitri rubs his hands soothingly over my thighs, looking between us at our joined centers. “Does it hurt?”

I gulp down the pain, starting to slide him into me slowly the rest of the way. “A little, but…it’s good.” The rest of the piercings create the familiar blissful sensation that I have been craving. “The piercings are—oh!”

“Relax, Miss Renée.” Dimitri chuckles in a strained tone, finding my enthusiasm humorous. “We’re in no hurry.”