Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One

Dimitri

The water pulsed over me, turning cold just like the thoughts swirling around in my head. I suppressed a shiver, but whether it was from the icy spray or the weight of my mission, I couldn't tell. Gianna and Valentin's lives were in my hands. No pressure, right? Just the small matter of finding a magical mirror before dear old dad decides to play puppeteer with their well-being. Because apparently, family game night wasn't dysfunctional enough already.

Jaxon claimed that Angelo had a little accessory—the Solarite Ring—that would send the high priestess back to the minor leagues. Supposedly, it could melt those creepy dolls. The little bastard better not be lying to me, or I'd make my own Malefic Puppet of Jaxon and make him die again and again. Two birds, one stone, and all that jazz .

So here I was, playing the part of doting mate and reluctant chauffeur, all while trying to pull off a supernatural heist. I was vampire extraordinaire and unwilling secret agent.

I had to find these objects. Failure wasn't an option, unless I wanted to see Gianna and Valentin dancing to someone else's twisted tune. And let's face it, neither of them had the moves for that kind of performance.

The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, about to steal from the vampire mafia to save the girl I lo—nope, not going there. To save Gianna, all while she thought I was just eager for a house tour. If this wasn't the plot of a bad vampire romance novel, I don't know what was.

But hey, no one said being devastatingly handsome and heroic was easy. Time to channel my inner Ocean's Eleven and pull off the heist of the century. All while looking damn good doing it, of course.

As I exited the shower, steam billowing around me like a dramatic entrance in a B-movie, my eyes fell upon Gianna lying on the bed, draped in nothing but a pair of sparkling diamond earrings. A sly grin spread across my face as I cocked an eyebrow at her, my towel dangerously low on my hips.

My bloody mission could definitely wait.

"Well, well, well," I drawled, leaning against the doorframe with exaggerated nonchalance. "Are you trying to distract me? Because I've got to say, it's working. I'm suddenly feeling very...forgetful about that house tour."

"Maybe I am," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Are you going to pleasure me, or do you want a boring tour?"

I sauntered toward the bed, my eyes roaming appreciatively over her form. "You know, if this is your way of redecorating, I highly approve. Though I have to say, I'm a little hurt. Here I thought I was the best view in the house."

Pausing at the foot of the bed, I smirked down at her. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. But I thought we were supposed to be on our best behavior. This?" I gestured at her body, "This is positively wicked. I like it."

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "So what's the plan? Are we skipping straight to the bedroom portion of the house tour? Because I've got to say, I'm suddenly very interested in a...thorough inspection."

"Inspect me, " she whispered seductively, her voice low and sultry. She laid on the body, her body bare and vulnerable, every curve illuminated by the soft glow of sunlight.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through me as I watched her fingers trail down her naked form, tracing over the swell of her breasts and lingering on the rosy buds of her nipples before moving lower to spread her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, sending a primal need pulsing through my veins.

With a hunger that burned through me, I climbed onto the bed and began kissing her trembling leg. "Oh, I will, darling. Every inch of you," I whispered huskily against her skin.

Ever since her brother had left me bruised and battered, I hadn't been able to fully please Gianna. This was my chance to show her that I wasn't weak, that I could give her the pleasure she deserved. Slowly and methodically, I kissed my way along her dark mound, reveling in the way her body arched and trembled beneath my touch. Then, my lips closed over the tender petals between her legs, bold and devouring as if I had found another mouth to torment. I grasped her hips firmly, pinning her to the bed as I took my time with her.

She panted hard, her fingers clawing through my hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. In a moment, there was nothing else in the world but her—I was lost in her fiery passion.

I glanced up at her, my smirk widening. "Just don't tell your brother. Something tells me this isn't quite what he had in mind when he made me the chauffeur. Though I've got to say, the perks are much better than I expected."

"Dimitri, I don't care about my brother. All I care about is you." Her raspy voice spurred me on as she tangled her fingers deeper into my hair as if trying to hold on.

"I won't disappoint you," I said as I lifted her hips higher so I could go even deeper into her core with my tongue.

With each precise movement of my tongue, she let out a chorus of moans and gasps, her body pulsating beneath me. I could sense the electricity surging through her, causing her to writhe and arch in ecstasy.

But I wasn't ready to stop. My hands glided over her heated skin, tracing every dip and curve with reverence before coming to rest on her perfectly sculpted breasts. The sound of her ragged breathing only intensified my hunger for her.

I continued to explore every inch of her with my lips and hands, savoring the taste and feel of her as she surrendered herself completely to my touch. Every breathless whimper that escaped her only fueled my desire for her even more, driving us both to new heights of pleasure.

Our lips met in a heated clash, fangs grazing sensitive skin. I pulled back just enough to murmur, "Careful with the merchandise, sweetheart. This towel's the only thing between you and a very immodest situation."

Gianna's fingers traced the edge of the towel teasingly. "Since when do you care about modesty?"

I grinned, all fang and mischief. "Fair point. Though I should warn you – unwrap this package, and there's no going back. I'm like a bag of chips – once you start, you can't stop."

Her fangs extended fully, a primal response I found irresistibly hot. "Less talking, more action," she growled.

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted mockingly, then added with a wink, "Just remember – you break it, you bought it. And I don't come cheap."

As we bit down in perfect sync, the taste of her blood hitting me like the finest whiskey, I couldn't help but think – eternity might be bearable if it meant nights like this with Gianna.

"God, yes," she moaned against my throat.

I pulled back just enough to grin. "The name's Dimitri, but I'll accept 'God' as a close second. Though maybe we should stick to 'Your Highness' – I am wearing a towel like a crown, after all."

With a dramatic, almost exaggerated gesture, I flung it away, revealing my eager and throbbing cock. " Well, since you've clearly put so much effort into this distraction," I drawled, my eyes hungrily tracing over her tempting figure, "it would only be polite to appreciate it, don't you think?"

"Now, it's my turn." She traced her fingers lightly over my balls, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

"You're playing with fire," I growled warningly.

But she only smiled wickedly in response. "Oh, but I've only just begun." With a seductive smirk, she pushed me onto my back and proceeded to kiss and lick her way down my chest, paying special attention to each sensitive nipple along the way.

"Gianna," I whispered breathlessly, feeling myself losing control under the intoxicating touch of her hot mouth on my cock. She continued to tease and tantalize me until I was practically begging for release.

I thrust my hips violently, driving myself deeper into her eager mouth as she expertly played with my pulsing balls. My climax hit me like a raging storm, tearing through my body with unrelenting force. I let out a guttural moan as streams of hot release poured from me in a wild and furious rush.

With a graceful movement, she lifted herself up onto her knees and brought her hand to her mouth. She wiped away the remnants of my release, savoring the salty taste. I watched her with a satisfied smile on my face.

"So salty, just like you," she remarked playfully, before leaning down to press her lips against mine.

I let out a sharp breath as she pulled me closer, her body pressed against mine. My fingers traced over her skin, feeling the heat emanating from her body. With a gentle push, I entered my fingers into her hot core and she responded eagerly, writhing beneath me.

"Take me, Dimitri," she whispered, desperation lacing her voice.

I rolled her over onto her back and captured her lips once again, kissing her with an intensity that left us both breathless. As I explored every inch of her body with my hands, I could feel the desire building between us.

"Roll over for me," I commanded in a low voice. "I want to take you even higher."

Without hesitation, she got onto all fours and I positioned myself behind her on my knees. In one smooth motion, I entered her hot core with my throbbing cock. She arched her back and let out a cry of pleasure.

"Harder," she moaned, urging me on.

And so I thrust into her with all the pent-up passion and desire I had been holding back. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the air as we moved together in perfect rhythm, reaching new heights of ecstasy together.

Her voice echoed like a siren's song, calling out my name as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Every movement of her body was like music to my ears, a symphony of desire and lust. Her muscles tightened around me, pulsing with each wave of ecstasy that coursed through her.

I could no longer resist the overwhelming urge to release myself inside her, and with one final, powerful thrust, I exploded deep within her core. We both collapsed onto the bed, our breaths ragged and hearts racing.