Chapter 6

Dmitri

Call me a fool. Call me a psycho. Call me a monster.

“My name is Dmitri.” The instant my hands are on her, I know I’m incapable of letting go. Slamming my mouth to hers, I kiss her like I’m just as desperate as she is for a repeat of the other night. I don’t know where Silas found this woman, but goddamn, am I so grateful he did.

She’s even more gorgeous than I remember. And crazier, considering she wasn’t all that freaked out to find me in her bedroom like a fucking stalker.

I’ll analyze that later. Right now, I just need to feel something.

I need to feel…

“Daelyn,” I growl before biting her fat bottom lip.

She hooks her arms around my neck and kisses me back. The woman tastes like mint and strawberries. I’m an idiot to believe I’ve found someone who matches my level of fuckery, but that Daelyn not only stalked my stomping grounds for two weeks, in the middle of the night mind you, and wasn’t even freaked to find me in her bedroom just now, has me so hard I could snap.

This woman isn’t easily intimidated.

That’s a red flag.

I love red.

It’s the color of rage. Blood.

Her pretty little mouth.

Having an entire conversation while she was naked, and not peeking once below her chin, is a lost battle now. My hands graze, grab, and grope every inch of her body. She lets me. Begs me. Opens her thighs and invites me.

“So fucking wet,” I groan after slipping a finger into her pussy.

Daelyn sucks in a harsh breath and leans against the wall, hooking one leg around my middle. She’s not nearly as desperate for me as I think I am for her. The fact that I broke into her house like a creeper and am about to fuck her proves that I still haven’t regained my control like I originally hoped.

But it would be safer to fuck her than to fight someone else.

And I need safety.

Please, God, if you exist, help me. Let me get this rage out of my system. Fix me .

Keeping her flush against the wall, I relentlessly hit one of the many pleasure points I know women have deep inside their cunts. Her thighs shake when she comes. She’s so pretty. So breakable.

“Give me a taste.” Dropping to my knees is my downfall. One lick of her sweetness and I’m addicted. This woman’s orgasms might as well be ambrosia for the gods to feast on.

“Fuck me,” she pleads. Her eyes are glassy and words breathless. “Please. I want to feel you inside me again, Dmitri.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I ignore the way goosebumps ripple down my arms as I tug on my belt. Standing up, I shove my jeans down to my knees. Aaaand stop just a moment before I make a huge fucking mistake. “Condom.”

“In the top drawer.” She smacks the side of her dresser we’re standing next to. “Hurry.”

I reach in and snag a package, ripping it open with my teeth and sliding it over my throbbing length. When I lift her up, she hooks her ankles together and I impale her in one thrust.

Again, no foreplay. No games. No nothing.

If I was at the Monarch with a sub, I’d play with her for half the night before getting inside her like this. I’d make her so swollen and needy for my dick that she’d have fat tears sliding down her rosy cheeks. But desperation has many faces. Needy whimpering is just one of them.

Ugly rough is another one.

When I fight, I lose all sense of time and touch. I feel nothing. Adrenaline pumps hard enough to send me into autopilot, and my muscle memory does most of the work. But afterwards, the endorphins wear off and I have no clue which of my injuries will hurt first, worst, or last longest. My body awakens when nerve endings fire off left and right, shooting pain through me, and I come alive all over again while buried balls deep in a woman.

Tilting my head to the side, desperate for pain now, I offer her my throat. “Bite me.”

I like how quickly she obeys. Her teeth graze my skin and then she chomps down so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. The instant, sharp pain sends happy signals straight to my dick. I fuck her harder.

I like that she didn’t run when she found me in her bedroom.

I like how her house smells.

I like how brutal she kisses.

I like how her pussy grips my dick.

I like how she grunts each time I thrust.

I like that my chaos is growing quiet.

I do not like how my instincts keep screaming that this is a problem.

No one in their right mind likes the real me. This woman is a trick. Or she’s a mental case. Either way, she’s dangerous.

And so am I.

Daelyn’s nails dig into the back of my neck as she holds on for dear life. “How… do you feel… so fucking… good ?”

My Prince Albert piercing probably has something to do with that.

Hooking my arms under her legs, I bounce Daelyn on my dick and fuck her deeper. It’s got to hurt her cervix. I make her come two more times, because I’m still a motherfucking gentleman, before I decide to end the fun.

Pulling out, I rip the condom off and toss it on the floor. “Suck my dick.”

This woman doesn’t need to be told twice. She slams onto her knees and chokes on the top half of my cock.

“Bite down.”

Daelyn’s eyelashes flutter as she looks up at me with a mouthful of cock. Her brow crinkles.

“Bite. Down.” I hold her head and grab a handful of her hair.

The instant her teeth dig into my shaft, I feel the first stirs of an orgasm.

Finally .

“Pull on my balls.”

Sweat blooms down my back. Daelyn sinks her claws into my ball sac and tugs like she’s going to rip my nuts out. She bites down on me a second time, much harder, and fresh pain shoots to my groin and down my legs, making them lock.

I fuck her face, letting her teeth scrape my sensitive flesh. She tugs my balls again and my release rushes out of me almost instantly.

“Fuuuuuck.” Tipping my head back in ecstasy, I blow my load. “Don’t… swallow.” Dizziness makes me sway on boneless legs. Every orgasm I’ve had for the past two weeks were pathetic compared to this one. Cum drips down her chin because it’s more than she can hold in her mouth. Especially with my dick still in there, too. Damn, she obeys me so well.

“Good girl.” I slide my cock out from between her lips. “Spit it out.” Holding my hand under her chin, I wait.

She opens her mouth and lets my jizz pour into my palm.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I swipe it all over her gorgeous face and feel like a god.

She looks mortified. Turned on. Confused.

I want to lick it off her. Fuck her more. Clean her up. Tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. Instead, I yank up my pants and tuck my dick away.

“Thanks for that.” I back up before I reconsider my next move. “See you around, Firefly.”

“Wait.” She stands up slowly. “Where are you going?”

“Back where I belong,” I say, swinging open her bedroom door.

“Where is that?”

“Not with you.” And that cold, hard truth makes me shiver.

I leave her house faster than I broke into it, but not without leaving her a parting gift first.