Chapter 4 Seduction 101 (Sin #1)

I pushed open the door to my bedroom, my heart racing a little faster than usual. The room was cozy, with my big bed in the center, pink pillows scattered everywhere, and sunlight filtering through the curtains. I dumped my books on the desk and flopped onto the bed, patting the spot next to me. “Come on, Dimitri. Sit. Let’s get this lesson started.”

He stood in the doorway for a second, his broad frame filling it up, like he was deciding whether to bolt or charge in. His dark eyes locked on mine, and I swear I saw that internal fight—cold and controlled on the outside, but something wild flickering underneath. Finally, he stepped in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping some distance, his books open on his lap.

“Fine,” he said, voice flat. “We’ll do your stupid game. But only until you actually learn something. First question: What’s the capital of France?”

I giggled, bouncing a little on the mattress. “Easy. Paris.”

He sighed, but his fingers went to the buttons of his jacket. He shrugged it off slowly, folding it neatly and setting it on the chair. Underneath, his white shirt hugged his chest, showing the outline of his muscles. I bit my lip, staring. He was built like he spent hours in the gym, all hard lines and power.

“Good,” he muttered, flipping a page. “Next: Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?”

“Shakespeare,” I said quickly, my eyes already drifting to his arms, how the sleeves strained against his biceps.

He paused, his jaw clenching, but he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs first, then the front. The fabric parted, revealing smooth skin and a trail of dark hair down his chest. He pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. Now he sat there in just his pants, his upper body bare and perfect. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, abs that rippled when he breathed. I couldn’t stop looking. My mouth went dry, and heat pooled low in my belly.

“Dimitri,” I whispered, scooting closer without thinking. “You’re… wow.”

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably, but his eyes stayed on me, intense. “Focus, Amelia. Next question: Solve for x in 2x + 3 = 11.”

I tried. I really did. But my brain was fuzzy, all I could think about was how close he was, how his skin looked so warm and touchable. “Um… x is… four?”

He shook his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips despite himself. “Wrong. It’s four? Try again.”

I frowned, peeking at his chest again. “I can’t. I’m not able to think about anything right now.”

His eyebrow arched. “Because of what?”

I met his gaze, feeling bold and a little clumsy in my excitement. “Because of you. Looking like that. Can I touch it?”

He hesitated, his body going still. I saw the conflict in his eyes—wanting to say no, to keep that cold wall up, but something pulling him toward yes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Fine,” he said finally, voice rough. “But just for a second. Then we get back to the lesson.”

I didn’t waste time. I crawled across the bed on my hands and knees, closing the gap between us. We were both sitting now, knees almost touching. My hand trembled a bit as I reached out, placing my palm flat on his chest. His skin was hot under my fingers, his heart beating strong and fast. I dragged my hand down slowly.feeling every ridge of his abs, tracing the lines with my fingertips. He sucked in a breath, his muscles tensing under my touch. It was so sensual, the way his body responded, hard and unyielding but alive with heat.

“Amelia,” he warned, but his voice was lower, thicker.

I looked up at him through my lashes, my hand still exploring, dipping lower toward his waistband. His dark gaze burned into me, full of that wild edge he tried to hide. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and stuck out my tongue, licking one of his pecs. The taste of his skin was salty, warm, and I flicked my tongue over his nipple, feeling it harden.

That did it. His hand shot up, grabbing the back of my neck in a firm grip. Not painful, but strong, controlling. “Sit,” he growled, trying to push me back.

“No,” I said stubbornly, my voice breathy. I twisted in his hold and swung my leg over, straddling his lap in one clumsy move. My skirt rode up my thighs, and I pressed against him, feeling the hardness growing under me. “I’m very distracted right now. I won’t be able to concentrate unless you give me a kiss.”

He stared at me, his fingers tightening on my neck. “No. Get off.” He shifted like he was going to stand, his hands moving to my hips to lift me.

I locked my legs behind his back quickly, squeezing tight. “Nope. I’m not going anywhere.”

A low laugh escaped him, surprising us both. It was dark, almost mocking. “You think this is going to keep me here? Your legs around me?”

“Yes,” I said, grinning despite the heat flushing my cheeks. “I obviously can’t move you like this.”

His eyes narrowed, that forceful side breaking through. In a blur, he grabbed my waist with both hands, twisting us around. He slammed me down onto the bed, pinning me under his weight. My legs were still locked behind him, but now he was on top, his chest pressing against mine, his hands holding my shoulders down. We were so close—his face inches from mine, breath mingling, bodies aligned perfectly.

“Dimitri,” I whispered, my heart pounding wild.

He leaned down, hesitating for a split second, then pecked my lips. Soft, quick. Then another peck, lingering a bit longer. I tilted my head, chasing more, and he gave in. His mouth crashed onto mine in a full-blown kiss, hard and demanding. His lips moved against mine, tongue pushing in to claim my mouth. I moaned softly, my hands coming up to grip his bare shoulders, nails digging in.

The kiss went on, deep and messy. He kissed me like he was starving, tongue sliding against mine, teeth nipping my lower lip. I kissed back just as fierce, my body arching up into him. Heat built between us, my core throbbing where I pressed against his hardness. His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips, pulling me tighter.

We broke for air, but only for a second. He dove back in, kissing me slower now, savoring it. One hand moved up, tugging at the hem of my top. He pulled it up and over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it away. I lay there in my pink push-up bra, the lace cups lifting my breasts high. His eyes dropped to them, and he took a deep, shaky breath.

“Wow,” he said, voice husky.

I giggled nervously, feeling exposed but thrilled. “Wow, wow, wow?”

He nodded, his gaze dark and hungry. “Very pretty.”

Before I could respond, he leaned down, his tongue tracing the edge of my bra. He licked across the top of one breast, then the other, wet and warm. I gasped, my back arching as he pulled the cup down slightly, exposing my nipple. His mouth closed over it, sucking gently, tongue swirling. Pleasure shot through me, making my thighs clench around him.

“Dimitri,” I whimpered, my fingers threading into his hair.

He switched to the other side, licking and sucking, his hands roaming my bare stomach. The kisses on my lips started again between licks, our mouths meeting hot and urgent. I felt his body tense above me, that internal battle raging, but he didn’t stop. The tension twisted tight, every touch electric, building toward something huge. My skin tingled everywhere he touched, my breaths coming fast and shallow.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes locked on mine, his chest heaving. “This is dangerous, Amelia.”

“I know,” I said, pulling him down for another kiss. “But I don’t care.”

We lost ourselves in it then—kissing deep, his mouth exploring my neck, my collarbone, back to my breasts. His hands stayed on my hips, holding me in place, but the wildness in him grew, his kisses turning rougher, more insistent. I wrapped my legs tighter, feeling every inch of him against me, the ache building unbearable. The room filled with our heavy breathing and soft moans, the air thick with want.

He nipped at my earlobe, whispering my name like a curse. I shivered, my body on fire, every nerve screaming for more. But he held back, just kissing and touching, drawing it out until I was dizzy with need.