Chapter Eleven - Ava

I can’t stop the shakes running through my body and I wish I could erase the text. I didn’t think Aiden would actually rescue me the way he did.

“Umm, I can explain,” I reply, a fine sheen of sweat forming on my face.

“Oh, you’re going to need to,” he warns dryly. He’s eerily calm, but I know better because that same icy glare he’s giving me now is just like the one I experienced in the woods in Wisconsin.

“Sure,” I reply meekly as he sends his men away. God, all those men, rifling through every room. Is that what a raid looks like?

“Drink?”

“As long as you don’t poison it,” I mumble as his tight muscles shift under his suit jacket. He shrugs out of it, revealing a crisp white linen shirt and a transparent view of his chiseled muscles. Every part of him screams with dark power, and I can’t help but remember how low the towel sat on his hips earlier, begging to be ripped off.

Dimitri doesn’t offer any solace, only a beseeching glance in my direction as I follow him silently to his games and theater room. I stand awkwardly clasping my hands in front of me, unsure of what impact what I’ve done will have on our agreement.

He pours himself a whisky as I bite my lip, wanting to run and hide. “Wine’s fine,” I offer since he hasn’t asked. He complies pouring one for me and sliding it in front of me at the bar.

“Ready to talk?” he asks, taking up space next to me on the barstool. Curling my fingers around the drink, I wait to figure out the best way to tell him, but his penetrating gaze is too much to handle. Honesty’s going to be the best policy in this case.

“Yes,” I sigh, taking a gulp of wine for liquid courage. “I did contact Aiden before we cut the deal.”

“How?” Dimitri asks quietly, stirring his whisky.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes. I asked.” The glint of his watch gives me something else to focus on other than his face, because right now I can’t look him in the eye.

“One of your men stepped away from his post when I climbed down… I was able to text from his phone.”

To my surprise, Dimitri’s face lights up. “That’s interesting, but you’re not fooling me. You have had a chance to escape many times since then. Why stay, Ms. Knight? Even now, you could have gone with them. Pressed charges for kidnapping. You’re a lawyer in training. I’m sure you could have found some way to bring me to justice.” He’s playing with me, and I know it. There’s no way I’m stupid enough to think he doesn’t have inside connections with the Chicago police department.

Shrugging, I tap the side of my wine glass, mulling it over. “I went with my instincts. Aiden was too kind to me. It’s obvious he wants something from me. Isn’t it weird, don’t you think?”

“Yes. From your perspective I can see how it is. The thing is, you haven’t explained how you know Aiden. Who the fuck is the guy?” Dimitri questions, and I press my eyes shut, realizing I’m only giving him piecemeal information.

“He’s Jackson’s lawyer and handling all his will and affairs of the Wisconsin estate. He’s the one who contacted me about his death and told me about the property.”

“I see.” Dimitri’s face doesn’t hold much expression as he drains the rest of his whisky, and I’m thinking for now that’s a good thing. Oddly, I thought I would be more terrified of him in this situation, but I’m not. The more I speak, the more at ease with him I feel.

“He sought me out at the funeral, even though all I had to do with him was sign the documents and the title over. He even stepped in when other developers and all these other local businesspeople started propositioning me about the property.”

“Okay. And you thought he would be the safest person to call to leave here?”

“Yes. I did. At the time.”

“And now?”

“And now, I think he was kind to me because he’s trying to manipulate the situation to his benefit. Maybe he was waiting for Jackson to die just like you were, but the difference is, at least you’re transparent about what you intend to do with Raven’s Peak.”

“Yes. I don’t have any reason to lie to you. I want what I want, and I’ve made it clear,” Dimitri adds plainly, which I can only respect.

“Right. There you go.” Taking a small sip of my wine, I feel it going to my head, easing my nerves. “I chose to stay because….” I swallow, looking up at him, his blue eyes blazing. “There’s people like you said. I know they’re going to be after me and what’s mine.”

We stare, locking eyes for what feels like an eternity. I’m turning into liquid. Dimitri eases his powerful thigh between my legs, his hand rubbing back and forth on mine. My mouth parts as a charge so great short circuits through my body. I want to be with him in a way I’ve never wanted to be with someone. Those eyes could cut diamonds the way they slice through me.

“You made the right decision to stay, Ava. I’m going to have no problem keeping you safe.” His cool whisky-tainted breath whispers against my flushed cheek as his textured mouth pries my lips apart. The tenderness of his kiss spins me out because it’s not what I imagined from him. Gently his tongue finds its place slowly tossing over and under with mine, the ice melting between us. Leaning in for more, I moan into his mouth, my breasts tingling, wanting him to touch me in every way possible. I might not have drunk the whisky, but I’m drunk from the power of his kiss and the swirl of his tongue. I’m barely able to breathe as he demonstrates his strength by picking up the chair and slamming it in front of him with a grin.

Giggling, I place a hand on the ridged outline of his chest to steady myself. “What are you doing?”

He nestles his mouth into the crook of my neck trailing delicious kisses down the underside of my throat, my body on fire with a desire I’ve never experienced before. “I need you closer to me, Ava. You’re a beautiful woman, Ms. Knight. I’m not sorry about not keeping my mouth to myself.”

“I like how you call me Ms. Knight,” I admit, the alcohol helping with my courage. I wrap my hands around the base of his neck, letting my fingers spread out across his neck. The closer Dimitri is to me, the more I feel as if I’m being pulled into some hypnotic whirlpool I won’t be able to escape. Overwhelmed by all the new sensations I’m experiencing, I pull back.

Blinking hard, I shallow breathe, wondering what’s coming over me all of sudden. “Are you okay?” Dimitri’s question floats in the air, his sapphire-blue eyes seeking answers.

“Umm yeah, I’m fine. Shit. I just kissed you. I—ah let you kiss me,” I blubber, and Dimitri’s grin grows wider as he holds eye contact withdrawing his knee from between my trembling thighs.

“Yes. I did kiss you. Did I take it too far? Felt right.”

Smiling, I gather my breath quietly. “No. You didn’t take it too far. I just think I need a little to eat, that’s all.”

“We can talk some more,” he offers, but the thick bulge I notice in his pants hints that he’s ready to do more than talk. “I’m glad you’ve decided to trust me. It’s a smart decision. I like the way you handled yourself,” he praises with a devastating smile, my body electrified. God, my mouth is tingling still from the illicit kiss.

“What part?” I watch as Dimitri rings in an order from the cordless phone. I don’t care what it is, it’s just more of a buying time to figure out what I’m feeling. He places the phone down, leaning forward over the counter, his sculpted shoulders covering up most of the marble bar.

“All of it. Calling the cops. The story you told them when they got here to send them away. You’re almost as cunning as I used to be. By the way I’ve already gotten rid of your little friend, Aiden, so don’t think of coming up with any more tricks.” He winks and I think I might faint again, and this time it won’t be from exhaustion.

Shit. He got rid of him that fast. Dimitri’s a mouthwatering, hazardous mistake, and I can’t do him—but then again…. God, maybe I could. It might help seal the deal. Flip-flopping through my feelings, a twinge niggles inside me as he rounds the bar, pouring me another glass of wine and himself a whisky. He pulls a remote down from the side of the bar, and a moment later the room is filled with soft house music and finger food.

“Used to be?”

“Hmm, I’m more subdued these days. Strategic. As you know,” he adds softly, his eyebrow arching.

Nodding, I nibble on a little food, finding Dimitri to be good company, and after another wine my nerves have untangled themselves from the jumbled mess they were, but the hot bed of feelings intensify, especially when Dimitri looks at me as if he wants to devour every part of my body. God. I want him too. Aching from the inside out, Dimitri drives the wedge of his knee between my thighs again, kissing my mouth abruptly.

“Hmm,” I murmur.

“Have I fed and watered you enough, Ms. Knight?”

“Yes. I’m good,” I reply breathlessly, knowing what I want to do, but not knowing exactly what I’m in for.

“You’re too sexy for your own good,” Dimitri retorts, the gravel in his tone, rumbling through the base of my stomach.

“Well, there’s plenty of it.” I chuckle as Dimitri kisses my bare collarbone.

“And I like that about you too. More of you to hold, and that can only be a good thing, but fuck all this talking, Ava. I want to show you what we’re going to do in front of the mirror.” Dimitri’s forward request spirals the ache between my thighs into overdrive.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I want in.”

Dimitri grins as we stand, and in a split second, he places a hand under my ass lifting me up and carrying me out into the corridor with ease. Giggling at his swift interception, he looks down at me with a smile. “I thought I would make things easier for you,” he says smoothly, and I’m impressed there’s no sign of strain or struggle. Feeling just the right amount of tipsy, Dimitri lays me on my back, and I let myself go. I choose to trust him. What do I have to lose? Staring up at the mirror, Dimitri smirks, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing an inked-up chest, making my heart race.

His pants come off too, his bulge thick and hard…. Shit. All I want is for him to touch me now, but it’s exciting to watch him strip. “Enjoying the show, Ms. Knight?”

“Yes. So much,” I say in a shivery whisper as Dimitri boldly discards his black slacks and underwear, a thick glistening hard-on, staring back at me.

“This is your dessert.” He chuckles as he grabs at my foot, taking off my shoe and my socks. This hot mobster is undressing me and it’s the best adventure I’ve ever had in my life. He hovers over me, popping the button of my jeans open, yanking them to the floor, and kissing into the folds of my belly, kneading and caressing his way up, doing away with my top. His hands mold to my breasts perfectly, as I watch his body in the mirror, unable to help it.

“Shit. My God,” I call out, seeing how sexy it is to watch his tight bare ass snake up my body.

He grins as he unclicks my bra, feasting on my right breast. Moaning, I watch in the mirror as he tongues one down, taking a second to glimpse up at me. “See. Now you can watch the show. We haven’t got started yet, Ava. I can’t wait to pop your cherry and show you how good it can be.”

I’m already wet by the time Dimitri makes it to my mouth, pinning my arms to the sides as he works his way back down, and boy, do I watch. Every stroke. Every kiss and when he parts my legs burying that dirty blond head between them, I feel like a damn goddess.

It’s so good to watch him eating my pussy. Why didn’t I know about this earlier?

Because you’re a virgin, Ava. And you’ve been struggling to survive. Shutting off my brain, I immerse myself in the experience, letting Dimitri open me up like a flower, his tongue flicking into pleasure spots I didn’t know existed, all while I keep my eyes wide open and fixed on our reflection above us.

As my inhibitions tear loose layer by layer, Dimitri’s hard mouth plunges deeper into my slick tunnel, causing my internal walls to break down. Whimpering, I buck my hips up to meet his mouth, a pooling sensation of feelings gathering like a ball in the pit of my stomach.

I can’t help but watch. He’s so good down there, and I’m losing what’s left of my mind. His tongue doesn’t relent, taking a voyage over my clit and massaging, the swollen nub tingling.

I’ve masturbated before and brought myself to orgasm, but God this is better. Dimitri’s fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, his scratchy chin hairs adding to the sensation as he takes me to the stars, and in my head the mirror shatters from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Dimitri! Dimitri!” I hear the words fly amongst shallow panting as he comes up for air, quickly shoving himself in behind me and flipping me on my side.

“I can’t go slow with you this time, Ava. Not anymore. Think you can handle me?”

His arm firmly wraps around my breasts as I come down from the pulsing sensations running through my pussy. “Yes. I can handle it.” I don’t know what he’s about to do or what I can handle, but my brain’s already scattered throughout the cosmos, drunk on orgasm.

Dimitri slides his thick wet shaft inside me, spreading me, slowly pumping me from behind as he sucks on my earlobe. There’s sweat dripping from both of us as he grunts into my ear. “Look in the mirror, Ava. Do you like what you see? Like how I pound you like this?” he taunts, his cock thrusting in harder, my eyes watering as I feel something pop down there.

“I like it,” I reply in a hot whisper, watching as our bodies mesh together in the steamed-up mirror. His long, sleek body grinding into me is a sight to watch. It’s like watching a sex tape, only in real time.

“Good. Because I plan on making you come more. You deserve it.” Dimitri makes good on his promise as I feel him thickening inside me, the thrusting becoming fast and furious slapping against my flesh, and I love it. Every second of it, and when I hear him hiss in climax, it makes me feel powerful to know I’m the one who got him there.

He falls apart, sliding in behind, spooning me as I stare at us in the mirror with Dimitri watching back. “Wow.” There’s no words to describe my experience, but all I know is I want to do it again, and again. With the mirror.

“Now you know what the mirror’s for, Ms. Knight. Approve?” Dimitri kisses my shoulder as I rest happily in his arms.

“The mirror has my stamp of approval. Thank you for introducing me to it.” Dimitri grins into my back, kissing it as I giggle, worn out, but euphoric and sweaty.

“Anytime you want.”