30. Chapter 30

Jade

Six Weeks Later

I'm totally ditching this godforsaken class.

Each day in fight class, it's even more tempting to leave than the last. I seriously don't like sparring. Half of the time it's just Ana and I pretending to hit each other and knock one another down while the instructor is watching. The other half of the time we just work out with a few other girls, avoiding the inevitable time where we have to demonstrate that we've actually learned something here.

Today the temptation to leave is fueled by the sight of my boyfriend. I see him all the time, but never as much during the day. Every time I do, there's the desire to run to him raging inside of me. My self-control is never more tested than when I find him watching me, and I can't do anything about it.

Minutes ago, Dmitri caught my eye in the hall, going down to the pool with Ivan. It doesn't seem like the class that takes place below us is very big or very strict. Ivan once compared it to a free period but with swimming, and if that"s true then I doubt they'd notice if I stopped by.

Oh, what the hell, I sneak out nearly every night, what's one class skipped?

"Hey, Ana," I whisper, approaching her. Class hasn't begun yet, so Cole is still glued to her side like a guard. Luckily, he's a master of ignoring everyone but her, so he just glances at me and glances away.

"Something wrong?" she asks, keeping her voice low as well.

"I'm leaving?—"

"The island?" she gasps.

"No, no," I reply with a laugh. "Class."

Her eyes light with surprise. "You're ditching?"

"Uh-huh," I agree. "I'm not asking you to cover for me or anything, but if anyone asks, I'm really sick. Fever and everything."

She pauses, scanning my face. "Are you?"

Smirking, I clear my throat in a fake cough. "So sick."

Ana grins. "Feel better soon."

"I plan to," I say sweetly. Flicking my eyes to her stepbrother, I nod at him. "Is he going to say anything?"

Elbowing him in the gut, she waits for him to look at her before speaking. "Did you hear anything, Cole?" Her voice is light and airy with a sugary edge to it, and if I'm not mistaken, she flutters her eyelashes at him.

"Dull buzzing?" he guesses with a bored tone.

With a satisfied grin, she turns back to me. "You're good."

"Thank you," I mouth, slowly backing out of the room.

With the crowd still making their way in, I'm able to slip out without arousing any suspicion. No one watches me, and no one follows me as I skip to the stairs, practically running down them two steps at a time.

I find Ivan first, noting his location on the other side of the long Olympic-sized pool. He hasn"t seen me yet, but I'm sure he will. It's like Ivan and Dmitri have super sonic Jade vision, and they can just sense when I'm around. I kind of love it.

I'd go to say hi to my friend, but he's not who I'm here to see. After a few more seconds of scanning, I find him, and my mouth falls open.

He's in the water, swimming from Ivan's side to the other. He's not racing, but not trailing slowly either. He's leisurely coasting, his back and arm muscles flexing with every drawn-out movement. If he were doing a backstroke, I think I might actually faint. Could I see his abs moving like this without swallowing my tongue?

I clench my thighs together, feeling my clit throb against my shorts. Dmitri dripping in water, hardly wearing a scrap of clothing, and fucking glistening under the fluorescent lights is enough to make my body yearn for him.

His arms cut through the water like butter, moving his large form to the end of the pool with a grateful sort of glide. When he gets to the end, Ivan clears his throat from the other side, drawing Dmitri's gaze. As his brother tips his head in my direction, that gaze swings to me.

A pearly white smile pulls at his lips, and he starts to swim over, heading straight for the side of the pool I'm standing on. Ivan sends me a subtle wink before getting back into whatever conversation he'd been having with the guys around him.

Before Dmitri gets to me, I notice a small group of people in the corner of the room. There's nothing about them that inherently stands out. Except for the pretty redhead in the middle whose eyes aren't where they should be.

I don't know who she is, but I know she's looking at my man, and she needs to shut her parted lips before I cut them off of her mesmerized face. Dmitri is sexy, obviously, but what gives her the right to notice that? Who the hell is she?

She's too distracted by my boyfriend to notice me glaring, but it doesn't matter right now. He's swimming over to me, isn't he?

Splashing draws my attention back to the pool, and my mood brightens again when I get a look at him. He's sex personified, and I have to resist the urge to fan my face. My cheeks are likely flaming, but that's okay. My man likes my incessant blushing.

Dmitri pushes out of the water, waves whooshing around him and crashing against the stone floor with the force of his action. When he gets to his feet, he takes a few steps forward, approaching me. Water trickles down his abs, drawing my eye to the waistband of his shorts. When I've finished ogling him, I look up to find his dark and sexy eyes all over me too. In fact, he isn't looking at a singular soul except for me.

Good. I hope everyone sees it.

I'mall he sees, and they should know it.

This level of possessiveness is new to me, and it would probably freak me out if it didn"t feel so natural. If I could stick my tongue down his throat right here for everyone to see, I would. Why should I feel ashamed of marking my territory? Boys do it.

"Hey, baby," he greets, keeping his voice low. He's being cautious, respecting my wishes to keep my brothers away from our relationship. But looking around, none of my brothers or their friends are here. Hallelujah. "Did you skip class to come see me?"

"I might have," I tease, licking my lips.

Whispers have my ears pricking, and I stiffen.

"You've never left class to see Ivan before," he comments, looking me up and down, noting my tight outfit. "Should I feel special?"

"You should," I agree. "I've never seen you dripping wet before, and I feel pretty damn special right now."

He leans in closer. "Seems only fair since I've seen you dripping wet almost every night this week."

More whispers, and I crinkle my nose in frustration.

"Are you alright, Krasotka?"

"No," I say, practically spitting the word. "She's staring at you."

He doesn't move to look. "Who?"

"That girl," I mutter. "I don't know her name."

Dmitri looks like he wants to touch me. Maybe to caress my cheekbone as he likes to do or to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, but he holds back. I'm really starting to hate the fact that we're a secret.

"You don't want her to look at me, love?"

"Not like that," I gripe, feeling my nails dig into my palms.

"What is she looking at me like?"

I scowl at the question. "Like she wants you." I reach out, putting a possessive hand over his heart. To hell with secrecy. I'll fend off any rumors if it means laying claim to him. Again. Clearly, this girl wasn't at the party where I drew on him, but I"ll be more than happy to give her a reminder if she was. "Like she has the right to gawk at you. Like she's never been punched in the face before, and maybe she needs to be."

"Fucking hell, you're so pretty when you're angry."

I like that he doesn't accuse me of being jealous. Being jealous means that she has something I want, and she very well fucking doesn't. I'm not jealous, I'm livid.

How dare she look at him like she's pulling off his shorts with her eyes!

"Have you slept with her before?" I ask hastily. "Is that why she thinks she can look at you like that?" I get to look at him like that. Nobody else.

Dmitri blinks but slowly grins. "What if I have? What would you do to her, baby?"

I hate this question because I know he's teasing me. Makes me want to lick that stupid, gorgeous smirk right off of his face.

I don't take my hand off of him. I tighten the pressure there instead, demonstrating how serious I am. "I'd probably do something crazy like find out what building she lives in and then kill her in her sleep."

If he's surprised by my bold words, he doesn't show it. Instead, his hands surround my neck, and he peers down into my eyes.

"It's a good thing that I've never even talked to that girl then, hm?"

"How do you know?" I demand. "You haven't even looked at her."

"Why would I move my eyes off of something glorious to glance at anything less?"

If I wasn't throbbing for him already, I would be now.

"And I know, because I've never even wanted another girl on this campus. Not in any of the years before you, and sure as fuck not after I've got you."

My heart warms, but the upset doesn't dissolve entirely.

Only moderately appeased, I fold my arms over my chest. "I still don't like her looking at you."

"You want to do something about it?"

"Like poke her eyes out?" I ask bitterly.

His voice rumbles out of him like a purr. "Like showing her that she shouldn't drool over your man. Like showing her I'm so wrapped around your little finger, she doesn"t stand a chance."

With his hands still wrapped around the sides of my neck, I drag my fingers up his forearms and grab them, pulling them down. He tilts his head, a question lingering in his eyes, but I don't give him the chance to ask it.

"There are locker rooms here, aren't there?"

He nods to the side, head pointing out the direction of them.

"Good," I rasp, licking my lips. "Take me to one."

With an aroused glint in his eye, he takes my hand, not even pausing to enact the order. I have to scramble to keep up with his long strides, my heart racing with excitement in my chest. As we approach his chosen door, he calls out to Ivan.

"No one goes in," he demands, voice firm with warning.

Immediately, the two men sitting with Ivan stand, moving to guard the door. Ivan chuckles, turning to bark some orders in Russian that I don't comprehend at all. But it doesn't matter, Dmitri is already pulling me into the locker room.

With cement floors and tiled walls, it's not exactly the coziest of hookup spots. It's sort of cold and wet looking really, but the fire coursing through my veins is enough to keep me from getting chilly. Before I can push him against the white walls, he takes a careful look around, making sure we're truly alone.

Satisfied that it's just the two of us, he comes back over to me. "It's empt?—"

The word dies on his tongue as I use one of the few wooden benches to step up on, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him hard.

Dmitri groans on contact, hands wrapping around my waist to keep me steady against him. My tongue drags along the seam of his lips, boldly dipping into his mouth. His taste is slightly tainted by the salt water from the pool, but I don't give a shit. Our kiss still tastes like him, and I can't get enough.

I didn't come in here to just kiss. My dirty mind has other plans for these lips.

Turning us by shifting my body, I put my hands on his shoulders and push, his back softly meeting the solid wall behind him. I step down from the bench to get closer to him again, fingers swiftly extending to his pecks. I love feeling the heavy muscle under his soft skin, teasing the area with the tips of my nails. Maybe I should scratch my name here, that would send a message to the onlookers.

Dmitri's hands go to the band of my shorts, and I shake my head.

"No?" he asks, puzzled.

"No," I agree, walking my fingers down his chest. "You get to use your mouth on me all the time." I look up, batting my lashes. "It's my turn for a taste."

"Fuck," he breathes out. "Are you sure?"

"Dmitri, if you try to stop me from sucking your cock again, I'm going to scream."

Pupils dilated, I watch as his lips twitch. "If that's what you want?—"

I don't let him finish speaking before I'm lowering myself to the floor. The cement isn't the most appealing type of floor to be doing this on. Bruises be damned, I'm giving Dmitri the best head he's ever had right now. Inexperience won't stop me from giving my finest performance. I want her to hear him moaning for me.

"The floor is hard," he begins to protest.

"Oh well, I'm sure I can handle two hard things at the same time," I sing sweetly, tugging on his shorts. The damp fabric falls to the ground, freeing his swollen cock. It slaps against his stomach, throbbing as I pull it down, wrapping my fingers around the thick length.

It amazes me how fast he can go from entirely soft to harder than steel in seconds. If he weren't so big all over, I'd be worried about his blood rushing to his dick too quickly. Being any smaller, I would half expect him to pass out every time he gets a sudden boner.

Since my hair is already tied up in preparation for fight class, it's out of my face, and I'm glad I don't have to worry about it awkwardly getting swept into my mouth. Tilting my head forward, I flatten my tongue on the underside of his dick, slowly dragging up to the tip. He's so hot, his skin burning warm with need.

"Fuck, Krasotka," he rumbles, eyes zeroed in on my every move. When I seal my lips around the head, his balls lift up in a quick jump.

Wanting to know how they feel, my free hand cups them from below, experimentally fondling them with a light squeeze while I gently suck on his tip.

"Goddamn, baby," he groans louder, touching the top of my head with a big hand. "Where'd you learn how to do that, huh?"

My lips pull back, his cock falling out with a loud plop.

"Instinct," I answer honestly. "Does it feel good?"

Without waiting for an answer, I continue, putting his dick back in my mouth and going a little bit deeper this time. My lips love the sensation of his soft skin against them, a slow flutter of arousal beginning to light up my core.

"Yeah," he moans, hips moving forward and hand encircling my ponytail. "It feels really fucking good, Jade."

"It could feel better," I tease, twirling my tongue around the bulging tip. My fingers use the slickness from my mouth to stroke him, earning me even more raspy groans of pleasure.

"Could it?"

"Uh-huh," I hum, stroking him faster and caressing his balls. "You could fuck my mouth instead."

"Jade—"

My name is a warning on his tongue, but there's no need for it. I've thought about Dmitri using my mouth for so long now. I want him trembling through each thrust, trying not to suffocate me while he takes what he needs. The combination of making himself feel good while choking me is naughty, but I crave it.

"Come on," I taunt, opening my mouth wide. I put his cock on my tongue but don't close my lips. "Don't you want to know what my throat feels like?"

He looks like he wants to hesitate, but he can't. "Pinch me if you need me to stop. You hear me, baby? You have to promise."

I blink up at him, shivering at his tone. "Don't worry, Dmitri," I pur. "I'll be a good girl and pinch you if I can't take it."

There's a chance it'll be too much for me. His cock is huge, and I gag almost every time I simply brush my tongue, but to hell if I'm not going to give it my best shot. Unless I'm about to throw up or suffocate, I'm not pinching him. No way.

His grip on my hair becomes tighter, using it to tug me closer. My lips wrap around him, covering my teeth. I have to breathe through my nose, needing air in my lungs to keep up with my racing heart.

Letting my hands fall to his thighs, I relax, offering him the ability to fully take control. My mouth becomes softer the more it waters, soaking his cock while Dmitri begins to use it. It's easy to do it this way, all of the pressure to perform washing away. Instead of worrying about if I'm doing it right, I just have to suck while he fucks my mouth exactly the way he wants.

He's cautious at first, but the more he moves, the better it feels and the less he can hold back. My clit is throbbing for some attention, and it goes ignored for now. I want him so close to coming that he could blow his load as soon as I sink down on top of him. Of course, I want him to pound into me for a while before he truly lets go.

I'm a slut for this man, who can blame me?

The head of his thick, warm cock starts to bump against the back of my throat, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper. I pull in more air from my nose rather than trying to struggle around his girth, fighting the instinct to choke.

"Fuck yes, that's so good, baby," he groans, making my stomach flutter and my clit throb. "You're so fucking pretty on your knees for me."

Dmitri's eyes grow heavy with every glide between my lips, and his speed picks up, causing me to splutter more than once. He isn't fazed by the gagging or the spit rolling down my chin, I think he actually loves it.

Dmitri loves me messy,I remind myself.

My eyes start to sting, water pooling in the corners and slowly seeping out. My mouth feels so swollen but pliant. Secretly I wish that he'd go even harder to really test out what I'm capable of. But this is enough for now.

I'm beginning to feel a bit floaty when he pulls out. "Stand up, Krasotka. I need your pussy." I don't even need to obey because he hefts me up before I can.

Cupping my sex over my clothes, he makes my clit pulse.

"You're so fucking drenched, baby," he groans, voice so heavy it borders on a growl. "You like your throat getting fucked this much?"

"So much," I whimper.

"Too perfect," he mutters, removing my spandex shorts. "Sexy as sin in your tight little workout clothes. What do I have to do to get you out of that class so no one can ever see you in this outfit again, hmm?"

So tempting.I'd drop the class right now if I thought he was seriously asking.

Watching as he sits down on the bench, I step between his legs. My red thong is tugged down roughly, pulled off of my legs, and left on top of my bottoms so they don't touch the ground.

"Love?" I ask, cupping one side of his face.

"Yes, baby?"

"Don't be gentle with me this time."

Roughly, his hands grab my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I gasp, and he grins, squeezing harder. "No problem."

Dmitri pulls me into his lap, lifting me up to align us, and drives home.

My throat burns with the sound of sharp moans, my pussy stretching wide to accommodate his size. His hot lips surround one of my peaked nipples while I cry out.

"Fucking hell," he curses, lifting me up by my ribs only to let me drop back down, using me like a sex toy to stroke his cock. The way he can just toss me around is so unreasonably sexy that I can't get enough of it.

"Do that again," I request, moaning the words.

"Yeah?" Dmitri asks, maneuvering me again. He lifts me up, my body hovering over his length with only the tip of his cock still notched inside. "Like this?"

He pulls me down this time, using more than just my weight to impale me. The way he forces us together, pumping his hips up and slamming me down to meet his thrust, has me instantly dizzied.

When I whimper, he uses his grip to circle my hips, grinding my clit against his stomach. "What's that, Krasotka? Are you trying to tell me something?"

I couldn't form a coherent sentence right now if he offered me a million dollars to do it. I'm so full, sensitive walls snugly holding him so tight inside of me that nothing else matters. Where I end, he begins. We're so damn glued together, and I never want to be pulled apart.

"You turn me on so much," I whimper the admission.

"This pussy is so fucking greedy today," he says, proving my point. "She's hugging me so fucking tight, baby. Trying to keep me buried in her for as long as possible."

I tremble, running my nose along his throat before latching my lips around the side of his neck. I suck hard, playing with my tongue against the skin.

Dmitri can't leave marks on me without starting a domino effect of consequences, but I can mark him up all I want. He hisses, and I move on to a lower spot, giving it the same treatment.

"Bruise me, baby," he encourages. "Show them."

He's the absolute best. He knows what I'm doing and he doesn't mind the little bite of pain if it means appeasing me. I release his neck to look at my work, admiring the blooming redness that will turn purple soon. Having never given one before, my hickies look pretty nice.

Dmitri reaches between my legs, fingering my clit with expert precision. He's driving into me with so much force that the bench shakes and my walls clench hard. The desire to come hits me like a truck, climax cresting high.

"I love you," I whine, letting the only words I can think flow freely.

"Right now, you love my cock," he corrects, kissing between my tits. "Go ahead and show me how much, baby. Drench me in cum, Krasotka."

I don't care how long we've been in here or how loud I'm getting as I reach the edge of ecstasy. Dmitri pushes me over the limit, and I scream into his shoulder, the sound only slightly muffled against his skin.

My pussy tightens and releases like a vice, contracting around his length.

"Look how well you fucking take it," he groans before meeting his own end. He's so deep that when his cock swells, hot cum floods my damn cervix. There's no way I won't be sore tomorrow.

Hell, there's no way I won't be sore tonight.

Dmitri reaches for my panties, directing me to step into them before I can go wash up. He does the same with my shorts and starts to tame my sexed-up hair.

"Dmitri, I'm still full of cum," I remind him, shifting on my feet with how wet and sticky my vagina is.

"Good," he rumbles, sending a swift smack to my ass. "If I can't mark you up visibly, you get to walk around with a firm reminder of who you belong to."

"Don't talk like that, or we'll never leave this room," I threaten.

He chuckles. "If we never leave this room, how am I supposed to have you bent over my bed, taking another pounding later tonight?"

And just like that, I'm ready to leave.

"Come on, I want to see her face when she sees your neck."

It's even better than I'd hoped. All of Dmitri's men kept their eyes averted, showing respect no matter what they'd just heard coming from the locker room. But her, whoever she is, looks devastated.

Perfect.