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(Dimitri's POV)With Emily's body spread out beneath me, my cock is aching so much, it feels as if it's going to tear off to get to her soaked pussy. Even though she's trembling, she doesn't move a muscle and manages to keep her breaths even.And fuck, if it's not making my balls contract from how erotic this fantasy is, her unconscious for me to do whatever I want.Christ, feeding my depraved side and making me greedy for more.I trail my knuckles over her toned stomach as I kneel between her legs. My eyes feast on the steady rise and fall over her breasts, the hickeys I gave her, tainting her skin pink. Her nipples are stiff peaks, her pussy glistening as her arousal trickles down her ass, dampening the sheets. So fucking beautiful.For some relief, I fist my left hand around my aching cock while I drag my other hand's fingers over her abdomen. I swipe my thumb over her clit and circle it in her wetness.Precum beads on the head of my cock, and capturing it, I smear it around her en
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 106
(Emily's POV)Startled, I'm ripped from sleep when I'm hauled off the bed and thrown over Dimitri's shoulder. It takes a moment for my mind to clear as he stalks out of the bedroom."It's too early," I complain, my body slumping. I hang like a ragdoll, not bothering to put up a fight."Come, Lily. We're kidnapping your mother," he says, patting his thigh so she'll follow.Lily? Why is she here?Lily tries to lick my face as she comes after us, making laughter burst from me. "Stop. Your breath stinks."I'm carried out of the house and tossed into the passenger side of the SUV. Lily jumps into the back, her tongue hanging out with excitement.When Dimitri slides behind the steering wheel, I scowl at him. "I didn't even have coffee.""You can have some on our way." He winks at me, a playful glint in his eyes.Hearing we're flying somewhere, I sit up straight and pull on my safety belt. "Where are we going?""You'll see.""And Lily's coming with?""Yes. We'll be gone for three days."With
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(Emily's POV)Dimitri interrupted me in the middle of something. But now he's acting weird. We're at the restaurant near our hotel where we were staying for days, eating two of the meals the chef prepared for us here in the VIP room. I am chewing my meat like can't even taste it, looking moodily out the kitchen window to the pool outside."What's going on?" I ask him, taking a bite of braised short rib and grilled carrot. So, I'm trying to enjoy my meal. But that's hard to do with Dimitri sitting stone-faced right next to me."Nothing," he says shortly."What are you all wound up about? Poking a stick in the hornet's nest?"I thought were having a vacation but what is this tense atmosphere surrounding us?"Yes," Dimitri says testily. "I'm concerned about teeing up against an unhinged gangster. Especially on our vacation day.""Maybe we should hold off, then," I tell him. "Wait until after to slap back at them." "If we don't stop them tonight, then that's what I'll do," He says. "But
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(Emily's POV)My grin grew wide, "Just tell me the truth. You can't spend a day without my presence, am I right? My dear husband."His lips grew wider, maybe on how I teased him or the way I called him 'my dear husband'. However, my eyes caught something interesting.I nod to the corner of our booth, where a pair of silver handcuffs dangle down from a hook. "I could see you making good use of those," I say. His eyes searched for the interesting thing in the corner. "Depends," he growls, with eyes dark. "On how you behave yourself tonight..." I nod to the corner of our booth, where a pair of silver handcuffs dangle down from a hook."I could see you making good use of those," I say. "Depends," he growls, his eyes dark. "On how you behave yourself tonight..." Before I can answer, a waitress comes to take our order. "Is Francie here?"Francie who?She shakes her head with flirty eyes and darts to my husband. "Not yet, her shift will star
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(Dimitri's POV)I wake up with my hands tied over my head, suspended from a meat hook. This is not a great position for me. I'm a big dude, and all that weight hanging from my arms for god knows how long makes them feel like they're about to be pulled out of the sockets.Plus my head is fucking banging.The last thing I remember is some dude that wasn't actually a dude doing the tango across the stage.Now I'm in some warehouse that stinks of rust and dirt. Under that, a cold, wet, rotting smell. And it really is fucking cold. Even in my suit jacket, I'm shivering. Maybe it's the after-effects of the drugs. My muscles feel weak and shaky. My vision keeps switching from fuzzy to clear, like a pair of binoculars going in and out of focus.Drugs. Someone drugged my drink. When I was sitting with... Fuck! Where's Emily!!!I whip my head around, looking for her. Thankfully, she's not hanging from a hook right next to me. But I don't see her anywhere in the deserted space, All I see is a
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(Dimitri's POV)The blond one splits off at once, skirting the wreckage of the Molotov cocktail and heading through a side door. The bouncer heads straight for the main door, only to catch a bullet in the shoulder the second he walks through."Cazzo!" the Butcher hisses. (Shit!)He jumps behind me, in case the shooter is about to come through the door. But as we wait, no one walks through. And I know Zajac is torn, on the one hand, he doesn't want to leave me here alone. On the other, he's now unprotected himself. He has no idea how many people are storming the warehouse. He doesn't want to be caught in here if it's my men who come barging through the door.As the seconds tick by, we hear the confusing sounds of shouting, running, and something else smashing, but it's impossible to tell what's going on. The Molotov is still burning, in fact, the flames are spreading across the cement floor somehow. Perhaps the paint is burning. It creates clouds of acrid black smoke that make us swe
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(Emily's POV)Dimitri is all patched up. He needed stitches for a couple of the slashes, but now you'd hardly know he'd been in a fight. I, on the other hand, have to wear a giant cast, since apparently, that idiot bouncer broke two of my fingers when he slammed the trunk on my hand. Now I'm extra glad I shot him.And because of my injuries and being busy with our second wedding, I need to take a time off from working and focus on our goal. Also because of this cast, it's making it damn hard to type anything on my phone, which is annoying, because I have a very important thing to do, and I don't want it getting all fucked up because I can't check my email."I can help you with that," Dimitri says, reaching out to take my phone. "You can dictate, and I'll type.""No!" I say, snatching it back. "I don't need help." "What are you doing?" he asks suspiciously."Just nothing," I tell him, tucking the phone back in my pocket.He frowns. He's already on edge because we're supposed to be pr
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