(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
(Emily's POV)My breath was still ragged, Dimitri having just rolled off me. The simple action left me cold inside and distracted me from the heavy feeling. I needed to either leave or strike up a conversation. I chose the latter. "What did you tell me you did for work that night when I asked?""I went into detail about my chimney sweep business," he answered lazily.I blinked. "You're kidding, right?""Nope." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Never thought a woman would throw herself at me after I told her I made minimum wage."A blush rose to my already flushed cheeks, even now, while lying naked beside the devil. "I didn't hear you.""I know that now. You were too busy working up the courage to maul me.""I did not maul you." I frowned. "That's such an aggressive word." He laughed. "You were beyond sweet all night. I didn't expect at the end of it you'd practically beg me to enter you in a public hallway." Then he added thoughtfully. "I almost did."That was why he p
(Emily's POV)The sun shined, casting a bright glow behind my closed eyes, and rolled me in the soft warmth of heaven. Though the soreness between my thighs was the embodiment of Satan's harem itself.I opened my eyes to find myself alone in the devil's bed. I stared at the ceiling while the memory of yesterday returned with a vengeance.I didn't think Dimitri would notice my mini-meltdown in the shower, or maybe he did, and that was why he took the initiative to wash me himself. My hair, my body... but not my conscience.My mind worked backward, the memory hitting rewind from the moment I came, my head was thrown back, beneath the spray of the shower. Each thrust slid me up the shower wall, my thighs wrapped around his hips. Heavy breaths and Italian words. Stars on his shoulders. Stars in my eyes. He pressed my back against the overturned wall and licked the roof of my mouth. At the taste of him and the heat of his body, a fire brewed inside, searing need through me in thick waves.
(Emily's POV)The next morning, I woke up to shouting. The sound is distant, but my eyes pop open all the same.I'm alone in bed. Dimitri is gone.I don't feel abandoned. For one thing, he left me in his room, when only a few days ago he chased me out of here in a rage. Things have changed between us.I have no time to ponder on that, or to bask in pleasurable memories of the night before. I slip out of the bed, finding my panties and the nightgown. That's ripped past repair, so I pull on Dimitri's discarded shirt instead. It comes down to mid-thigh and smells like him, like cigarettes and mandarin oranges.I hurry out of the room, and down the hallway, but the argument is already finished before I can catch what it's about. I see the doors of the billiards room thrown open, with Amy and Cleo stalking off in one direction, and Lucio walking away in another.I don't see Dimitri at all, but I'm guessing he's still inside.I hurry down the stairs, barefoot. I'm sure my hair is a tangled
(Dimitri's POV)Watching the Mercedes-Maybach Exelero exiting from the gate, carrying Emily to my private jet, is like watching the sun sink below the horizon. The light fades away, and all that's left in its place is dark and cold.The house is silent. No mocking from Emily's sarcastic voice. No hint of her gentle laugh, or her questions to Cleo.Actually, there's no noise at all. The men are silent, too.I lay awake all night, watching her sleep.In the early hours of the morning, when the light turned from gray to gold, her face glowed like a Caravaggio portrait. I thought that out of all the sights I had ever seen, Emily was the most beautiful.I knew I didn't deserve to have her in my bed. Emily is a Pearl, and I'm just the mud at the bottom of the ocean. She's flawless and pure, talented and smart, while I'm an uneducated criminal. A monster who's done horrible things.But strangely, I may be the best person to truly appreciate her. Because I've seen the ugliest parts of the wor
(Emily's POV)We take Dimitri somewhere I do not know. Mali drives, while Lucio shouts directions and rips open a medical kit with his teeth. He tears into a little packet containing a long tube and a syringe.Dimitri is sprawled out across the back seat. His eyes are closed and his skin looks gray. He doesn't respond when I squeeze his hand. I'm trying to hold a cloth tight against his stomach, but it's difficult with how wildly Mali is driving and how soaked the cloth has gotten already."What's your blood type?" Lucio barks at me."What? I-""Your blood type!""O!... O positive, I think," I said. I've donated a few times during blood drives at university."Good," he says, relieved. "I'm AB, which won't work." He shoves the needle into Dimitri's arm, then says, "Give me yours."He makes me stand, half-crouching in the speeding car so my arm is higher than Dimitri's."How do you know how to do this?" I ask him."I was in medical school in Turin," he says, his speech muffled because
(Dimitri's POV)A full moon lit the room almost as well as the overhead light. With bandages on my arm and in my lower rib and her hands. They have taken off my shirt to treat the wounds. I was surprised I didn't wake up, though I hadn't taken care of the stab wound as well as I should have. The fact I could not move told me it looked a lot worse than it was."Just sleep now, will you?" Her voice demanded. I sawed my lip between my teeth. "You became braver than before, wife."I was sure she'd have something more to say once the statement sank in, but she remained silent, sitting on the edge of the couch in nothing but one of my T-shirts. She looked like Michelangelo's wet dream. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples visible beneath the white fabric. "Because your hard-headed."I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm hard..." I look at my cock and then at her frown face. "headed." she rolled her eyes after seconds of understanding.She knows how to amuse me and it makes me smile every time
(Dimitri's POV)I ran my thumb down the smooth column to show her what I wanted. She inhaled, and the next time she took me in her mouth, she slid down, managing to take every fucking inch. "Damn, wife," I growled. "Your sweet mouth is going to make me come."She pulled back to suck in a ragged breath. Her eyes watered, and tears come pouring down her cheeks. My heart pounded with force, but I softly held her hair back from her face, my voice a deep rasp. "Then the only place left for me to come in is your ass."She hummed a breathy noise and rubbed her thighs together before licking up my shaft, then taking my cock in her mouth all the way again. I hissed through my teeth. She gagged, her throat constricted around me, and it was game over. The heat inside me erupted so violently that my ears rang as I pulled back slightly to come in her mouth and not down her throat, unsure of how she would feel about that.She looked up at me, her eyes watering little streaks down her cheeks, and sw