Ruthless Bratva King (New York Russian Mafia Kings #1)

48. Dmitri

48

DMITRI

“ C ome here,” I command.

Her cheeks flush as she steps closer, her bare feet padding softly against the polished wood floor. She stops just inches away from me, her gaze dropping to the ground.

I reach out, my fingers brushing under her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine. “Look at me.”

Her breath hitches, but she obeys, her blue eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my chest tighten. She’s trembling, her innocence hanging between us like a fragile thread waiting to be snapped. And I will snap it—carefully, deliberately.

My hand trails down her neck, over the curve of her shoulder, until it rests on the small of her back. I pull her closer, our bodies pressing together, and I feel her heart racing against my chest.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. She shivers, and I can’t help but smile. She’s so responsive, so pliable. “Now, strip for me.”

Her breath catches again, and for a moment, I think she might protest. But then she nods, her hands moving to the delicate straps of her dress. She fumbles with them, her nervousness making her clumsy, and I let her struggle for a moment before I step in.

When the dress finally falls to the floor, pooling around her feet, she’s left standing in nothing but a lace bra and panties. Her skin is pale, flawless, and I can’t resist running my fingers along the curve of her hip.

“Beautiful,” I breathe, my eyes raking over her. She shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny, but I don’t let her look away. “You’re perfect, Elena. Worth fighting for. Worth dying for.”

I step closer, my hands sliding up her sides, and she gasps as I unhook her bra. It joins the dress on the floor, leaving her exposed, her pert breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath.

“On the bed,” I command, pulling away just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes are clouded with desire, her innocence still there but beginning to crack under the weight of her arousal.

She does as she’s told, going through to the bedroom, climbing onto the large bed and lying back against the silken sheets.

I follow her, climbing over her body until I’m hovering above her, my hands caging her in. She looks up at me, her lips parted, her chest heaving, and I can’t resist capturing her mouth with mine.

The kiss is deep, possessive, and she moans into it, her hands gripping my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

I break the kiss only to trail my lips down her body, stopping to tease each nipple with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Dmitri, I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” I cut her off, my tone firm but gentle. “I decide when you come, moya lisitsa . When I let you fall apart, it will be because you’ve earned it.”

She whimpers again, her hips arching up toward me, seeking friction. But I deny her, my hand sliding down her stomach to hook her panties and pull them down her legs.

She’s completely naked now, her thighs parting instinctively as my fingers brush against her wetness.

I stroke her slowly, teasingly, watching as her breathing becomes more erratic. She’s close—so close—but I stop just before she tips over the edge, earning a frustrated cry from her lips.

“Be patient,” I murmur, climbing up her body until my face is level with hers. Her eyes are pleading, desperate, and I can’t help but smile. “You’ll get what you want. But first, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

I guide her hands to my belt, her trembling fingers struggling to undo it. I take over, stripping myself down until I’m as naked as she is.

I position myself between her legs, my tip pressing against her entrance. She’s tight, unbelievably so. But I also know she’s ready to give herself to me completely.

“Take a deep breath,” I instruct, and she does, her chest rising as she inhales. Then, in one slow, deliberate motion, I push steadily inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, but I don’t stop until I’m fully buried inside her.

Her body adjusts quickly, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Her hips rise to meet mine, her hands clawing at my back as she clings to me.

“That’s it,” I growl, my own pleasure building as I feel her walls begin to flutter around me. “Let me feel it, Elena. Let yourself go. Come for me.”

Her orgasm hits, her back arching off the bed as she cries out my name.

I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep inside her as I come deep inside her pussy.

When I finally pull out of her, she collapses onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I lay beside her, pulling her into my arms, and she nuzzles against me, her warmth seeping into my skin.