Chapter 35

ANYA

I sit completely on his dick, both of us moaning at the same time as his long length touches my deepest spot. I move in circles with my hands on his shoulders for support. The piercings go in circles too, pinching the insides of my pussy and creating a glorious feeling.

“Oh, fuck!” I close my eyes and lose myself to the pleasure.

“You okay?” Dimitri’s question is a faded sound in the dark.

“Hmm…”

“Need more time adjusting?”

Opening my eyes, I find him gritting his teeth. His hold on my hips is tight as he seems to restrain himself from thrusting up. “I think it’s okay,” I say. “It feels incredible.”

He lifts one hand from my hip, placing two fingers—the same ones that were inside me a moment ago—to my lips. “Suck.”

I open my mouth, and he pushes the digits in, making me gag around them while he starts to fuck me upward. The car bounces as he pommels me, his cock making short but impactful strokes that rearrange my insides and hit my G-spot over and over.

As he pushes up, I push down, moaning around his fingers. I then rest my elbows on the steering wheel, using its support to both ride him and watch him slide his cock in and out of me.

His cock comes out drenched every time, the light from the stormy sky making it glisten. “Oh, fuck… That’s it, baby girl,” he says while drops of sweat trickle down his cheek. “Squeeze me. Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”

With his fingers in my mouth, I am unable to speak, but my cries still come out as the pleasure grows more intense. I know how to ride him so that he won’t be able to hold back his orgasm for long. I want him to cum with me, fill me with his release, and mark me like a dirty girl.

His pace quickens just as my pussy clenches, tightens, and throbs before I release a shattering cry that has me biting his fingers after it passes. My pleasure climbs, and he thrusts into me maddeningly fast, his entire focus on my pussy.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says with an exhale, his body shivering with how much he is trying to control himself. “Should I pull out?”

His asking for my permission again is a fucking turn-on that has me both shaking my head and feeling my own orgasm rock my senses.

“Nah? Okay, good. That’s good.” He grunts, thrusting one last time, rolling his hips, and making me climax with a sharp cry just as he releases with me. “Cum with me, Anya. Cum for Daddy.”

In a matter of seconds, I feel the exact moment his cum jets out inside me, and with my senses heightened, it has me seeing black. He floods my core with his seed, causing my pussy to make a squishy noise. I am so full that most of it escapes in sticky white paths.

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, allowing me to breathe, and I fall over him, sucking in large gulps of air. It takes a while for us to get our energy back, and it is Dimitri who straightens me, looking at the mess between us.

He slowly lifts me off his cock but keeps me on his lap, watching his cum drizzle from between my legs. “My cum looks gorgeous between your legs,” he states with a dangerous gaze.

Our eyes meet, and I push two of my fingers inside me, collecting his release. I paint my lips with those fingers; the salty taste of it is warm. “It looks gorgeous on my lips too, I bet.”

He leans forward, pressing his nose between the dip of my cleavage and inhaling a powerful breath that has his body shuddering. “What are you doing to me?” He hums, licking the exposed path with his hot tongue before straightening.

I cup his face, and the bristles of his beard are like the sweetest thorns under my skin. “What?”

“You’re making me fall in love with you.”

My gut twists at the confession, and my heart rate slows down as I soak in his words. I swallow from the look in his eyes, which threatens to uproot me. Truth shines in them, and that has me scrambling off his lap, getting back on my seat, and clasping my hands between my sticky thighs.

Shaking from what he just revealed, I don’t know how to respond.

Dimitri tenses when he notices my reaction. “Shit, did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.” I shake my head, trying to smile, but the smile won’t come. The emotions unfurling in my chest are wild. I don’t wish to just return the words to him without understanding the depth of them myself.

Besides, how far will we go anyway? We are so different, so forbidden.

“Hey, you don’t have to give me any answer.” Dimitri hastily runs his fingers through his hair, looking worried. “I just… I wanted to—”

“Can you please just take me home?” I interject, adding, “I...I wanna go to bed.”

He seems to understand my feelings and concedes with a sigh. “Yeah, sure.” He starts the car and gets back onto the main road.

While the rain batters the roof outside, the silence grows inside.

I reflect on his words as I stare out the window, taking in the streets with their closed shops, empty sidewalks, and sleeping atmosphere. It helps to soothe my nerves, to make me think that whatever happened isn’t that huge.

Dimitri stops the car when we reach my apartment building. I snatch my purse from the dashboard, ready to leave, when his voice stops me. “Anya, I’m sorry.”

My fingers on the door handle grow still. I look over my shoulder, drawing my brows together. “Why are you sorry?”

He uses the heel of his palm to move the steering wheel absently. He isn’t even looking at me. “Just, I don’t want you to think I was trying to force you into loving me or something,” he says. “You don’t have to say anything. Just…don’t leave me.”

A small smile creeps up my lips. I open the door and step out, the chilly wind after the heavy rain making my teeth chatter. “Goodnight, Dimitri,” I say in parting before heading for the gates.

“Goodnight.” His answer is only a soft echo.

I don’t look back at him as I enter the elevator, silently counting the seconds till I get to my apartment. Once inside the security of it, I sprint with wobbly legs to my bedroom, still feeling Dimitri inside me. I collapse on the bed and scream into my pillow.

Once I am done crying my frustration out, I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

All this while, I have been battling with my feelings. I almost told him those three words the other day in the alley during my heightened emotions, but tonight, his saying them froze something in me.

Those words have never felt heavier.

It is so permanent, being in love with someone. It takes a part of you and ties it forever to them. But what if we don’t belong together? What if once we both have said those words, something dies in the relationship? What if all the obstacles in our way end up tearing us apart?

“Why did you say them first?” I whisper to the ceiling, imagining Dimitri hearing me. “Now we’re both fallen.”