ELENA DUVAL Dimitri stood behind me, trapping me between the kitchen counter and his large body. He had canceled his plans for that day and sent Luca and Torin out to do whatever needed to be done. I wasn't expecting James until later that evening, and the same went for Jayden. So I was stuck with Dimitri for the rest of the day.It sent a rush of thrill throughout my body.โThe Barden Project with the Ford Group?โ I raised a brow questioningly, trying to pretend his warmth didn't bother me, or the hand on my waist didn't make me shiver.โI canceled it,โ Dimitri brought the glass of whiskey I had been drinking to his lips, and I nodded, remembering he had mentioned it at the Glam event.I had woken up with Dimitri's arms still wrapped around my body. Almost as if it were completely normal. We haven't spoken much about what happened last night either. I had spent all morning with Dimitri going through the projects and business dealings Krystal Group had engaged in the last two years
I didn't know when I had fallen asleep on the couch.I woke up when I was lifted off the couch. My eyes fluttered open and I ordered up into Dimitri's face. It was too dark to make out much. Torin must have extinguished the light at some point. โDimitri?โ I murmured. He didn't say anything. I put a hand against his chest, his shirt was slick with something- water? Blood?His breathing was even, and his steps were measured. His heartbeat was calm under my palm. Even though I couldn't see his face I could feel the cool blend of cold and darkness oozing off him. He carried me up the stairs as if I weighed nothing. We reached our bedroom and he put me down on the bed. But he didn't pull away; he still had his arms around me and his body against mine.I was about to reach for the main switch beside the bed, but his large hand gripped mine, stopping me. โDimitri?โ My lips moved again and followed a light gasp as his lips captured mine in a wild hungry kiss, knocking out the air in my lung
ELENA DUVALI slammed the door of the SUV closed, as I got out of the backseat with Dimitri. We arrived at Portland some minutes ago and drove straight to one of Dimitri's penthouses.I was taking in my surroundings when I felt Dimitri's hand around my waist, and his lips almost pressed against the shell of my ears.โIs something wrong?โ The hot whisper of his breath made me tilt my head a little to him, inhaling his masculine clean skin and getting a whiff of the scotch he'd been drinking on the plane from his breath.I shook my head, and he gave my waist a little squeeze before grabbing my suitcase from the truck and we headed inside. It was a three-story suite, and we took the elevator, heading to the top floor. Dimitri had some men guarding the front house and many more filled the grand floor.We arrived at our suites and I took in the interior as Dimitri showed me around. There was a sparring room and a shooting range set up in some rooms.He dropped my suitcase next to the king-
Heat and frustration rushed through me in equal measure. And the memories of my tongue in her were enough to give me a hard-on.I turned my back to the door, suddenly regretting why I hadn't taken things further last night. I could have easily had her sprawled on the bed, while I did so many unholy things to that sinful body of hers. Maybe then, I'd lose some of this dangerous obsession I had with her. But somewhere deep, something told me that once I'd finally have a taste of her, there was no way I'd ever let go of this obsession. I rolled the cigarette between my fingers, trying to quell the itch in my throat. I only smoked when I was too pissed off to see straight and other rare occasions when I felt unsettled.Fuck I hated this. In all honesty, I thought Bale was going to put the gun down. But at that point, I didn't care. A flash of anger had pulsed in my chest from Bale's disrespect and, oddly enough, burned even hotter at the fact that he was threatening Elena, scaring her o
DIMITRI CASTELLOSomething soft ticked my fucking nose. My eyes shot open and I stared at hair the color of honey brown. I held Elena's body as usual, my arm around her narrow waist and her face pressed against my chest.This was what I usually wake up to since Elena's accident. Somehow she'd just always find her way into my arms, almost as if she knew that was exactly where she belonged.At first, it started the night after she'd returned home from the hospital. She had one of her fucking nightmares. It had been a long time since she had one of those; at least, it'd been with the old Elena. I had thought losing the horrid details of the last two years would at least keep the nightmares at bay.But it didn't. Maybe her mind had gotten used to it. Most times I doubted if she even ever remembered the previous nights when she'd scream awake from a nightmare and run straight into my arms. Like her subconscious knew I could save her from anything, anyone, even a fucking nightmare. I wishe
My eyes must have conveyed my dirty thoughts because his hand against my face stopped moving and his eyes darkened.I inhaled, pressing my hand against the counter, my breath coming out in rasps. His gaze was bottomless. Dark and hotter than fire.My breasts felt tight and heavy against him.โDimitri,โ His name escaped my lips silently as his hands touched me from my waist, and slowly, he began to caress my sides, moving his hands upwards.I gasped, biting my bottom lip as his hands stopped at both sides of my breasts. His gaze dropped to the hardened tip peeking out from the shirt. He paused briefly, before his hand popped the three buttons through the hole of my shirt, exposing my hardened nipples.My breasts tightened and the satisfaction of him just looking at my body was nearly overwhelming.His hands cupped one of my breasts, squeezed, and rubbed a thumb across my nipple. I moaned, my hand moving to grip the thin fabric of his shirt as pleasure blazed a path to my core.I gaspe
My eyes must have conveyed my dirty thoughts because his hand against my face stopped moving and his eyes darkened.I inhaled, pressing my hand against the counter, my breath coming out in rasps. His gaze was bottomless. Dark and hotter than fire.My breasts felt tight and heavy against him.โDimitri,โ His name escaped my lips silently as his hands touched me from my waist, and slowly, he began to caress my sides, moving his hands upwards.I gasped, biting my bottom lip as his hands stopped at both sides of my breasts. His gaze dropped to the hardened tip peeking out from the shirt. He paused briefly, before his hand popped the three buttons through the hole of my shirt, exposing my hardened nipples.My breasts tightened and the satisfaction of him just looking at my body was nearly overwhelming.His hands cupped one of my breasts, squeezed, and rubbed a thumb across my nipple. I moaned, my hand moving to grip the thin fabric of his shirt as pleasure blazed a path to my core.I gaspe
ELENA DUVALBang.Something warm and wet hit my face. My ears rang as the voices around me sank underwater. I watched as every life in Bale's eyes vanished. I stared right through the bullet hole that Dimitri had drilled into his head.My jaw clenched as his gun fell from my head and a dull thunk sounded as his body hit the ground.Numbness flooded me as the sounds of gunshots echoed again. My eyes were fixed on Bale's lifeless body with his eyes on me, but from the corner of my eyes, I saw Lorenzo and Luca shoot the remaining of Alessandra's men who wielded their guns, leaving just Alessandra.โLuca, take Elena inside.โ I heard Dimitri's voice through the fog. The words were cold and distant. Words of a boss that carried an unmistakable timbre of control and anger. A shiver worked its way beneath my skin. โNow,โLuca marched towards me. Dimitri didn't glance at me and remained focused on Alessandra who stood in the middle of the bloodbath.I thought I'd seen all versions of Dimitri.
ELENA DUVALA breathless gasp rushed out from my lungs as he pulled me onto his lap. My heart raced from the shock of it. His arm was firm around my waist, yet it felt like it was burning through the softness of my silk nightshirt into my skin rather than balancing me.I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder. He was so big and warm and hard. I played it cool, pretending this position didn't affect me at all, but in reality, all I could see was a mental image of his naked body pressed against my very own in a completely different position.I turned my head to look at him. My breathing was shallow when I realized our lips were barely an inch apart. His gaze was warm, seeping deeper beneath my skin with each second.With his body pressed against mine, warming me from the inside out, the pull to lean in was more than a physical thing. I could taste his breath and feel his strong heartbeat. How easy it would be to bury my fingers in his hair, to run my hand along his jawline, to loc