(Emily's POV)Inked fingers slid down my legs, and the roughness of his hands left goosebumps in their wake. My breath caught when he pushed my thighs apart. My skin was so sensitive, the lightest touch hummed below the surface. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking and biting a path to my breasts. An emptiness pulsed in my core, begging for pressure and friction---My eyes shot open to see the noise was due to the book falling off my lap. I exhaled a ragged breath and, with a sense of disgust at the immoral daydream that sucked me under, I got up from the window seat to pace my room.I said I'll think about it which means I'm contemplating. He knows I'm having a hard time choosing the life he has or the life I deeply missed. Goddamn it! I wanted to go home but... Why am I hesitating?All I should think about is my answer but his sexiness keeps rummaging in my head like a broken record disc. He's all over my brain and nerve cells now. He's driving me nuts for making me choose.It w
(Dimitri's POV)I throw Emily down on the bed and I tell myself to go slow, to be gentle with her. But it's been months of waiting, months of longing. I've held myself back a thousand timeI can't do it anymore.I pulled her closer to my body while holding her face with one hand and crashed my lips to her lips. I started kissing her like a starved person. She immediately parted her lips only to feel mine pressing in intense, smooth but contained until her hands, with a mind of their own, took hold of me and everything accelerated.My other hand snaked around her waist as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, holding onto me for support as she is pulling me closer to her body and deepened the kiss.Emily's lips were like summer rain, pouring over mine as if they had the power to take away and give back life. My thumb was throbbing at the hollow of her neck, rubbing up and down, pulsing warmth as my tongue conquered the depths of her mouth, hungry, consuming, pulling her into t
(Emily's POV)My eyes opened to a dark room, and confusion ran rampant until I saw the black sheet covering me and remembered I was in Dimitri's room. In his bed. With his body heat at my back. The clock on the nightstand said two-thirty a.m., which meant I was only asleep for thirty minutes before waking with a full bladder.The previous hours turned in my head. I'd anticipated sex and then for Dimitri to slap my ass on my way out the door. I didn't expect him to be gentle and then kiss me until I fell asleep. I hadn't known he had that kind of softness in him. It was more than I thought I'd ever get. I get what I've longed for days. I get what I needed. He get my virginity, for real this time. So why did I feel so... empty?God, I really was an emotional f*ck.I'm becoming weak again. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I should've given myself high hopes with this sex we had. Because we both knew that this won't work. I was taken by pleasure and so do he. No feelings involve except t
(Dimitri's POV)I was still in my underwear, my hands trembling as I poured some vodka into the glass. The outbuilding where Emily was locked up pulled at every muscle in my body like a magnet. She'd been out there for less than ten minutes, and each tick of the clock tightened an invisible noose around my neck. I couldn't shake the feeling. I'd only distracted myself by turning on all the lights in the house and barking orders at Alya. I wanted a cup of tea. My suit needed ironing. And why the f*ck was there so much yellow in my house?"She will die out there."I didn't even hear Lucio enter the room until he spoke. This was how men got killed in my position, but I didn't give a shit right now. If the cold feeling spreading in my chest was anything to go by, I was already six feet under."Get out," I ordered."It's below zero. She could get hypothermia in minutes."The words ate at my veins, but I told myself it didn't matter to me. Emily had played me. She got under my skin, made me
(Emily's POV)I woke among black sheets and a woodsy scent that consumed every one of my senses. Dimitri sat in a chair beside the bed. His eyes were lowered, and his elbows rested on his knees as he twisted my heart-shaped earring between his thumb and forefinger. A single turn of the synthetic diamond symbolized our relationship: He held my heart in the palm of his hand, bringing it out to play sometimes before putting it back in his pocket to be forgotten.He wasn't aware I was awake, and I took the opportunity to view his private moment. Still, in nothing but his briefs, his hair glinted in the sunlight and was mussed as if he'd been running his hands through it all night. He was ink and vengeance and so very human beneath cold, steel armor.In this wintery Italian fortress, the sight of him created a sharp ache in my chest that threatened to rip me in half.I wondered if Dimitri's conscience was responsible for him changing his mind about leaving me for dead, or simply the fact
(Emily's POV)My burning gaze slid to Dimitri to see if he dared to sit back on his throne and straighten his jacket cuff. "I think you're holding a grudge, wife. Not so altruistic now, are you?"Heat cascaded down my body like an avalanche. "You're one to talk," I snapped and shot to my feet. "The only reason I'm here is due to one massive grudge you have with your EX-WIFE after losing your daughter, am I wrong?""Sit the f*ck down.""You sit down!" He wasn't even standing. He sat all composed as if he hadn't just destroyed the room and my good mood.Inked finger tapping the armrest, he said darkly, "I am the last reason you're still here, alive and kicking." I was too unbalanced to figure out what he meant. The confusion only sparked more anger within."You shouldn't have fired Kendall," I told him coldly. "She'd appreciate your evasiveness and peach emojis more than I ever could." "She's a manipulative bitch. And I didn't like the way she was talking to you.""Please." I scoffed
(Emily's POV)Dimitri dropped me onto his bed from a height that made me bounce and fell on top of me. Roughly, lips and teeth ran down my throat, drawing a sigh from me. Even bracing himself on his forearms, he was heavy. The weight was perfect, yet so consuming, a fleeting thought of self-preservation rose to the surface.Though all uncertainty was forgotten when he pushed my dress to my waist, pressed his face between my legs, and inhaled.He pulled my thong to the side and slid his tongue inside me.I groaned, my hips arched, and my hand found purchase in his hair. My legs fell open farther when he licked up to my clit, a shudder running through me."God, yes," I breathed. My fingers tightened in his hair to hold him right there, but he shook off my grip before moving his mouth back down to my entrance. I made a noise of frustration, which turned into a moan when he fucked me with his tongue.He pulled back, yanked my thong down my legs, and tossed the fabric to the floor. His gaz
(Emily's POV)His other hand slides around my waist and pulls me close to his addictive-scented body. He feathered kisses on my shoulders and in my hair.Our breaths mingled and I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the fast and rapid beating of his heart against my chest. I pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. The way he gazed at me set my insides on fire.Unable to contain ourselves anymore, he held my head in his hands and pulled me into a fiery and passionate kiss. My hands automatically work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along with his perfect physique. My heart has never beaten this fast in my entire existence.His hands venture over my curved body, exploring. He leaned in and kissed up and down my neck. I let out little whimpers of anticipation. He worked his way back to my tender, smooth lips.Then, he ended the kiss. "Your turn." he raggedly whispered.W-What?Oh, righ