(Emily's POV)As the cement floor became chillier, I used the remaining strength of my other arm to sit up and took a glance at Ravi who was monitoring my every move. I cannot blame him, I'm the one who push myself to him, as I was eager to tame this cold-blooded dog.Nevertheless, it was partly my fault and Dimitri should not know about this or anyone else. It is easy to hide the wound by wearing a sleeves coat, like every day. If I do, Alya must think I am missing her off again, by wearing weigh clothes which is difficult to laundry.She's complaining about every nuisance I made, that's why it was easy to piss her off. I'm used to seeing her frowning than acting as if she cared, it does not suit to her appearance. Just as I reached the kennel's exit, the door opened to reveal a stern-faced Lucio. I took a step back, hid my wrist in my coat sleeve, and forced an innocent expression. His suspicious gaze slid from mine to take in the room behind me."What are you doing in here?" he as
(Emily's POV)"Go. Inside. The. House. NOW!" Dimitri's voice was calm, but the edges were rough commanding absolute obedience and twisting my willpower. His gaze penetrated my blood with ice. He would do this no matter how much I begged. He would destroy Ravi and stomp on my soft heart in the process. Because I was worthless to him. But now I'd experienced a tiny slice of belonging in getting through to Ravi, I refused to let Dimitri steal it from me.Contempt swallowed me whole, lighting a fire in my veins. "You want my misery? Then take it!" I shoved his chest, the ache in my wrist shooting up my arm. "You can have all of it, but I won't let you do this."His jaw clenched when I hit him again, but he didn't budge from his spot. "You don't throw things away just because they hurt you!" My chest heaved, the force of my feelings sending my blood pressure diving again, and black spots swam in my blurred vision. A wave of dizziness dropped my gaze to his lips; to the thin scar through
(Emily's POV)I should be doubting my life intentions, searching for an escape hole, or doing anything remotely constructive. Instead, I sat in the drawing room and looked after the sun sinks below the horizon with the Bible on my lap. The book was in Italian and was therefore unthinkable, but the words didn't matter. It was the divine consent I needed by this point in my life.The front door shut quietly, but it may as well have been banged, the soft click transmitting an edgy palpitation to the tips of my fingers. It couldn't be any clearer who just came inside if a marching band preceded him. The energy he held up rivaled the insidious screech in horror films as a glinting knife stabbed at its victim.Dimitri must have had a bad day at work. Or he still has not forgiven me for talking about his daughter in front of him and lecturing his ability as a father and as a forced wife.Stomach clenching, I picked up the book, opened it to a random page, and feigned to devoutly read. My bac
(Emily's POV)I should not have wailed harpy so many times. Now, it was going to screw me over, verbatim."It seizes one to learn one, doesn't it?" My voice shook. With each step he took toward me, I emulated in the opposite direction until I was placed behind the couch, a simple part of furniture the only division between us. "Hmm... we don't know each other that well yet, but we will." A devastated piece of porcelain crunched beneath his boot. "You act like it will be remarkable for me," I retorted, compelled to the front of the settee when he stepped around it."I'm sure it'll be dissimilar to your experiences with nurse boys."Frustration burrowed beneath my skin. That was the same thought that directed me into the devil's arms, positioning me in a place to be circling a couch to stay away from him. "There is no nurse boys." His eyes constricted dangerously as he braced his hands on the back of the couch. "Maybe not, but they are a pussy.""You don't even know me," I indicted.
(Emily's POV)With a half-lidded gape, I scrutinized him lift my legs to pull my thong off. He threw away the cloth to the side, then seized the undersides of my thighs and hemmed them back toward my stomach. A flush ate up me at how exposed I was, but the warmth of his gaze on my sex, like he wasn't sure what to do with it preferably, surged a raw ache inside.I let my calves tumble to flicker the backs of his hands and instinctively stretch out my legs farther away. An agitated glimpse met my eyes before he lowered one of my thighs, ran two fingers across my clit, and thrust them inside of me.As hot coercion built up, I arched my back, a moan passing my lips. I grasped the edge of the couch cushion above my head, incapable to do anything but rock my hips against his hand to fondle the fire. Dimitri dropped my other leg, seized my face, and compelled my gaze to meet his. "Questo è mio." He punctuated the harsh words by scissoring his fingers inside of me.(This is mine)My eyes rum
(Emily's POV)I stared at the wall as Dimitri dropped to his haunches in front of me. My throat rose tight when he wiped a tear from my cheek. I was tempted to push his hand away, but the heat of the caress overwhelmed me, twitching at the twine around my heart. "Stop sobbing," he demanded softly."No."He started at me for a moment and start striding towards my position. What now? Is he going to spank me for being hard-headed? Does he love hurting me that badly? Isn't this enough that he stop everything that instant? He's taking me as a pushover.His hand fell over my face. "Keep crying then. Don't stop until I say so."The tears suddenly stung like bleach, and I made an effort to blink them from my eyes. He made a dry, disbelieving sound in his throat, and I realized I was too agitated to gather he was utilizing reverse psychology on me. Apparently, he'd learned I would do the contrary of whatever he commanded.It went silent for a second before he spoke. "I can't f*ck you like tha
(Dimitri's POV)As I opened my eyes I saw nothing, just darkness. I slightly lifted my head only to realize that my arms were wrapped around Emily's body.When I lifted my head, I saw that she was sleeping soundly. Her face was stuffed in my neck. I adjusted myself to look at her stunning face. I stare at her with amusement. Damn! She's so stunning with her messy hair. Her soft breast was kissing my biceps as she wraps her arm around my chest. After a few moments of staring at her, I pulled her naked warm body for a tighter embrace as I stuffed herself closer to my unclothed body. This feels so good.My eyes wander at the surroundings. Darkness cast the room in shadow, though a golden sheen surrounded Emily's sleeping form like a halo. The strange glow could be a trick of the light, but the night was a moonless one, meaning there wasn't any f*cking light. With a sense of annoyance, I conceded I needed to get my vision checked.Then the realization hit me.I sat up carefully on the be
(Emily's POV)I'm lying in my bed in the dark. My heart is racing like I'm on a treadmill. Oh my god oh my god oh my god.Why did he bring me back here?I know Dimitri wants me. I could see it on his face.He was feeling what I was feeling. The same desperation, the same lust. The same wildness telling me to ignore all rational thought, to take what I wanted and damn the consequences.I wanted HIM.I know it's insane. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, that he wants to destroy me and everything I love. But my body and my brain are two separate entities.I've never even had a boyfriend! I had crushes, on boys I thought were cute. It was almost a game, something I liked to imagine, without taking any action.I never really wanted to be kissed, not badly enough to make it happen. There was nothing special about any of those boys. Nothing made them stand out. They were interchangeable in my fantasies.I've never had a strong attraction to anybody.Until now. My attraction to Dimitri