The Hitman's Obsession Page 6

  “Fuck, Sonia.” He latched his mouth on the side of her neck, biting down on the skin until it bruised, would probably leave a mark.

  A thrill went down her spine. The next morning she wanted to look at herself at in the mirror and touch the souvenirs this man had left on her skin. She’d wonder how he transformed her from untouched virgin to a canvas of his own making.

  “Need to fuck you soon.” Dimitri suckled one of her breasts, another hand slipping her legs to rub circles on her clit.

  She bucked on him, shifting her hips slightly, unable to think about anything except the pressure he built inside her. Dimitri bit down, wrangling a gasp from her. He flicked his tongue over the tightened bud, back and forth like a greedy cat, before giving her right nipple the same attention.

  “Mine,” he said with calm, the tone of a man confident his conquest would yield to him without protest. She shuddered.

  He was right in his assumption. In his possessive hands, he lit her entire body on fire, took her heart hostage, and filled her mind with thoughts of him.

  Letting out a guttural noise, he dug his hands into the flesh of her hips. In the blink of an eye, he switched their positions, so Sonia ended up lying on her back. Her chest rose and fell, amazed at her sweat slicked skin, the mounds of her breasts and his teeth-marks decorating them.

  “Baby, look at you. So fucking perfect, ripe for the taking,” he murmured, tweaking her nipples. He slid his hand down the swell of her belly, her inner thigh. Modesty flew out the window the moment he asked her to strip. With each touch, he branded her, made her more his.

  “Dimitri, please.” Sonia’s entire body felt strung up, high on drugs and ready to soar. He retrieved a condom and lube from one of the cabinet drawers beside the bed. Returning to the edge of the bed, he grasped her legs and settled them over his shoulders. “Don’t be scared.”

  He planted kisses on her thighs, each one gentle, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

  “I’m not,” she responded. “I saved my purity and my heart, knowing I’d give it to a worthy man someday. That man is you.”

  Cocky grin on his lips, Dimitri uncapped the lube, applying some on his fingers. “I’m fucking pleased to hear you say that. I’m going to use my fingers first, before pushing my cock, okay?”

  Relieved by his reassuring voice, she nodded.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, there’s no need of lube,” he said in wonderment, thumbing her throbbing clit, before pushing a finger in her.

  Her back arched up, pussy muscles clenching around his digit.

  “So tight,” he murmured. Deeming her ready, he broke the condom foil, slipped it on, and put more lube on his sheathed dick.

  Blanketing her body over hers, he closed his hands over her fingers, not to pin down, she realized, but spread them. Kissing her again, he bit and sucked on her lower lip, teasing a long moan from her.

  Feeling his dick positioned at her entrance, she mentally steeled herself, not ready for the initial breach. The first entry was borderline pain, but it was drowned out by Dimitri playing with her clit, his mouth sealing hers. She rubbed her tits desperately against his chest, feeling a barrier giving way between them.

  He bottomed out, until his balls brushed against her ass. She ached, but knew he would soon change that. Breached, owned, she needed to hold onto something and clawed his shoulders instead. The scratches she made with her nails didn’t seem to bother him.

  “Good girl,” he told her, sending her heartbeats fluctuating.

  Her inner muscles clamped around his dick again, intent on milking him dry. Groaning, he began to move, slowly at first. With each thrust, he picked up speed, going deeper as well, reducing them to pants.

  She left more crescent marks on his muscled back, holding on as he rode her. Jolts of pleasure traveled from her aching tits to her pussy. Never before had she felt so connected to another human being. With each entry, he ripped apart all her armor pieces, until all that was left were the vulnerable parts of her.

  “Take me home,” she whispered, unsure why she’d said that. How could home be under the body of a man, a complete stranger who killed for a living? Yet, the moment she entered his life of darkness, she’d felt so alive.

  He rolled his hips, hitting her clit with each thrust. Dimitri’s fingers dug into her ass-cheeks, as if he sought to breach her most intimate places, ruin her until she would want no one else.

  Too bad he had nothing to worry about. The moment fate put them in each other’s path, no other man would measure up to him. He’d ripped her out from the mediocrity and structure of her old life and shoved her into one where the rules didn’t make any sense. Only the kiss of their joined bodies did.

  A danger existed in losing herself to a man like him, but she no longer cared. There was no going back, only forward.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dimitri’s mouth crashed into hers again, until the sweet taste and heat of her enveloped him. Each time he sheathed his dick inside her, he made sure to hit her clit. Judging by her gasp and wide eyes, he hit her G-spot. Aiming for her secret spot, he slammed into her, faster, harder.

  Sonia whimpered, back arching, fingernails digging into his skin. Seeing her in the throes of passion and knowing he was the cause of her dilated pupils, her body bucking against him wildly, nearly pushed him to the edge.

  “Give it to me, baby. Your release,” he commanded. He reached between their bodies, rubbing at her clit. She gasped, a raw primal sound coming from her as she came with his last push. It took him a second to realize she screamed out his name.

  That triggered his own climax. He entered a few more times, until his head reeled. The room fell away from his line of sight. With a growl, he shot his load inside his condom, sating his softening dick with a couple more thrusts inside her.

  Collapsing on top of her, he veered to the side and pulled her tiny form against him for a tight embrace. The sweet scent of her shampoo, his soap on her skin, engulfed him.

  “That was … mind-blowing,” she murmured. She let out a happy mewl, like a contented kitten when he gave her breast a squeeze.

  Turning in his arms until she faced him, she buried her head against his chest.

  “You’re still so warm,” she murmured.

  “How are you feeling?” Dimitri asked. “Let’s clean you up in the shower.”

  Sonia shook her head, eyes half-lidded. Fuck, he wanted to take her again, except she might be too sore still.

  “Let’s stay like this and cuddle for a while,” she said, closing her eyes.

  They didn’t speak for a couple of moments. It occurred to him she had fallen asleep. Dimitri peeled himself away from her.

  The moment he gently took her arm over his side, she let out a protest, as if she sought him even in sleep. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he tucked strands of her loose hair under her ear. Heading to the bathroom, he peeled off the condom and disposed it.

  He grabbed a washcloth and returned to his prize. Wiping her clean, he noted how peaceful she looked in sleep. Nightmares didn’t plague her, and he wondered if sex chased away the images of Vlad’s office and her father dying.

  Setting the washcloth down, he joined her once more. This time he didn’t need to pull her close. She curled against his arms, like a perfect fit. Unable to cure himself of his obsessive need to touch her, he took his time, touching, exploring every inch of her body, yet careful not to wake her.

  She was his salvation. He was a monster.

  Dimitri had taken her for his own and wondered if it was right he could keep her.

  She belonged to the light, back to her kids. All he’d done was drag her deeper into the hell that was his world. Did he have the courage to do the right thing and surrender her?

  His phone beeped on his dresser.

  A text from Sergei. Guilt hit him. He didn’t sent Sergei a text to find out how Sergei was doing. The moment he got home, Sonia preoccupied his thoughts, his every waking moment.

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bsp; Once he’d gotten a taste of heaven, he wanted more.

  Sergei: I did what you asked. Not hard to dig up information on Vlad. I set up the meeting with the boss, convinced him to stop his assassins to hear your side of the story. I’ll come with you.

  Dimitri hesitated. Sonia nuzzled closer to him. Hesitating in his line of work always got him killed. Making hard decisions had never bothered him until now. He texted Sergei back.

  Dimitri: I’ll meet the boss on my own. I need you to do something else for me.

  He waited. Knowing he begged Sergei another favor pushed the envelope of friendship.

  Sergei: Anything for you, brother.

  Dimitri smiled at that, but his lips curled back to a thin line. Heart heavy, he made the worst decision of his life—letting go of a woman who reminded him what it was like to live, to love with all-consuming passion for a moment. In her arms, he could forget he was a monster. She’d made him believe he could be a better man, but Dimitri was poison. Sonia deserved better.

  ****

  Sonia dreamt.

  She was in their apartment. Theirs, Dimitri’s and hers, because their photos hung on the living room walls. In all of them, they were smiling—an impossibility, because she seldom saw Dimitri smile except around her.

  She arrived home from work, ready to tell him about her day, how she broke off a fight among three kids. How she was able to finally connect with a withdrawn girl who’d been moody since her parents divorced. Despite the high octane life Dimitri left, he always had time to listen to her.

  Except when she got home, he was there, suit jacket hanging on the edge of one of the dining room chairs, along with his shoulder holster, the handles of pistols peeking out.

  Wearing a broad arrogant smirk, Dimitri reclined against the chair, hands on the back of his head to regard her.

  A present lay waiting on the table, along with an amazing dinner spread. Knowing him, her gift would be something skimpy, made of lace, easy to rip off.

  “Come see what I got for you,” he said.

  Setting her bag down, she approached the table, lifting the lid of the box and spying something nearly transparent underneath. Before she could say a word, he rounded his muscled arm over her waist, pulling her into his lap.

  “Dinner can wait,” he said, yanking up her pencil-skirt, pushing aside the underwear he’d bought to expose her glistening pink folds. “I need to have dessert first.”

  Sonia woke to an empty bed, aroused and frustrated. Groaning, she curled on her side, wondering when Dimitri would return to bed.

  “You awake, baby?” Dimitri called, poking his head out of the bathroom door, toothbrush between his teeth.

  More of him followed, a mere towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water still lingered on his chest. He opened the door further, finished brushing, and returned to her.

  “I had a dream about us,” Sonia murmured, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

  He stood in front of her now, groin mere inches from her face. Curious, she stroked the roll in the fabric back and forth to see if he would purr.

  Dimitri gripped her hair, tilted her head upwards, exposing her throat. “About what?”

  “Playing house.” It was the best explanation she could give. Fantasies remained in the realm of dreams for reason. Reality told a different story.

  “Tell me,” he coaxed, dragging his gaze downwards to her aching tits, still carrying his bite marks, the rest of her.

  It still eluded her how he found her appealing, sexy, when a man like him could have any woman he wanted. He chose her. Killed for her. Broke all the rules for her. For some sick reason, that filled her with pride.

  So she told him, blushing after she finished.

  “My dirty girl,” he mused out loud.

  There was something different about him today, she realized, worried lines around the eyes. Sadness.

  “Keep touching me like that and you know what will happen,” he growled out. “You’re still sore, but I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

  “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt that much. Besides, I like it when you make me fly,” she said.

  She worked open the towel and let it pool at his feet, gasping at the sight of his dick. In the daylight it looked bigger, the tip purple and leaking with pre-cum. Did he really fit his prick inside her pussy last night? Sonia could still certainly feel all the aches.

  “Teach me,” she said, not caring about the plea in her voice. This man had taught her to be proud of her body, to revel in the inferno between them, to lose herself. Showing any shyness equaled insult.

  “Wrap your fingers around my base. Like that, but harder. Good girl.”

  His words made her feel giddy, drunk and confident. How could a simple term of endearment reduce her to this wanton creature, so eager to please him?

  He tugged her face closer to his prick now. Sonia darted her tongue over his cockhead, loving the deep groan that emerged from his chest.

  “Fuck.”

  She took that as a good sign. Eager to explore, she discovered the spot under the flared base was sensitive, and so was the skin behind his balls.

  “Your mouth fucking feels amazing,” he murmured, giving her hair a slight tug. “But I won’t last long. Part your lips, take me, slowly.”

  She obeyed, sucking hard on the first few inches, gagging as she dove deeper. Relaxing the muscles in her throat, she went slowly. Sonia still couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but maybe with practice, she could wrangle more sounds of pleasure from him.

  Dimitri used her hair as a handle, pulling his dick out. He panted, staring at her with the same primal look of possession. “I need to finish in you.”

  “How do you want me?”

  He helped her to her feet, crushing her breasts against his hard chest and ran his hands down her curves. The sudden tenderness he showed her stunned her. Sonia assumed a man like Dimitri always liked it rough and hard. He rubbed his dick against the curve of her stomach.

  Cupping her ass with one hand, he slid the other between her swollen pussy folds.

  “Get yourself off me, baby. I want to see you when you splinter apart again.”

  “I thought you needed to be inside me.”

  He growled. “Not yet. I want to make you come so many times, you’ll be too tired to do anything else.”

  Incredibly aroused by his words, she did as he asked. She humped herself on his hand, the friction between her sensitive cunt and his hand amazing. He took her lips again, all force and heat.

  Her toes dug into the carpet. Dimitri was capable of incinerating her from inside out, of drawing out a hidden self she didn’t think existed. Over his shoulder, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror—face and skin flushed, hair disheveled.

  Well-fucked. Well loved. His.

  She humped him faster, moaning when he pushed two fingers in her wet heat and began finger-banging her. Not long now, before she hit climax. He pushed his tongue down her throat, gave her swollen nub a pinch, and sent her over the edge.

  Gasping, she lost sight of her surroundings, became intently aware of him, holding her close until she finished riding the aftershocks.

  Spent, she rested her head on his chest. He pressed his thick dick against her, needy and hot.

  “We’re not done,” he told her.

  “Yes. Fuck me, Dimitri.”

  “On your hands and knees, baby. I want to bury myself deep in you.”

  Dimitri helped her into position. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, planted it under her belly for support. Sonia had never imagined herself in this position—tits on the floor, ass thrust up at her man in offering.

  Her man.

  She liked the sound of that.

  She might have started out as his prize, but they were more than that. Dimitri grabbed another condom from his wallet and slipped it on.

  Pressing her cheek against the soft fur of the rug, she whispered, “Take me, Dimitri. Remind me I’m yours.�
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  Chapter Twelve

  Dimitri couldn’t believe Sonia uttered those words. He swore he would stay away, but one glimpse of her smiling sheepishly at him in bed drove up the wall. With her, his control went out the window.

  Fuck, but he could forever brand the image of her, sucking his dick with those luscious lips, huge eyes looking up at him, seeking his approval. The way she humped his hand and when she came, every muscle in her face relaxed—she looked exquisite, fucking beautiful beyond words.

  His dick swelled, and his balls drew up tight the longer he admired her. Not wanting to rush, he ran his fingertips down each knob of her spine, savoring how she shivered. He nudged her knees further apart once he touched the cleft of her ass-cheeks.

  Someday, he planned to claim her other hole, too, except he remembered he existed on borrowed time now. Sergei stood watch outside the cabin, probably waiting for him to say his goodbyes.

  He wanted to give her one last good memory of him to remember. Then Sergei would spirit her away while he bargained for her freedom to Vasily, in exchange for his life.

  Fair trade. Except a greedy bastard like him wanted it all, especially after she’d told him about her dream.

  “Dimitri,” she murmured, wiggling her ass at him.

  Did she sense his gloom and decided she wanted to lighten the mood? He swatted her ass, making her jump. Huge bi-colored eyes sought his over her shoulder.

  She liked that, didn’t she? Dimitri gathered moisture from her dripping cunt to check. Tasting her arousal on his finger, he growled. It didn’t help she flushed down to her cheeks and neck. Sonia would make for a poor poker player.

  He loved how she easily she reacted around him. Dimitri could give anything for his woman, because he was fucking obsessed with everything about her.

  He loved her.

  Yet couldn’t tell her the words for fear she’d understand this was his way of saying goodbye.