(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
(Emily's POV)The next day, everything is as usual. When I come down to the main floor, I can hear someone rummaging in the kitchen. They must be preparing for dinner.The house looks the same as always. My face looked the same in the mirror after I showered and dressed. The look of distressed. And yet, I feel completely different.For one thing, Dimitri is making me confused everywhere. He played with me in the fire as I was burned by his games. And it frustrates me to hell. Who is he doing this to me? He made me like this. He started this but he is rejecting me. He wanted me but as soon as he figure out about my virginity, he changed. He keeps avoiding me. He keeps his distance away from me. He was not saying anything about us. Is this a joke to him?I stopped in my trance as I was about to take a step on the first staircase.I did not see him today, no breakfast, and no lunch with him. They said, he had gone to the other city for work. God knows what kind of work he's been doing
(Emily's POV)Inked fingers slid down my legs, and the roughness of his hands left goosebumps in their wake. My breath caught when he pushed my thighs apart. My skin was so sensitive, the lightest touch hummed below the surface. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking and biting a path to my breasts. An emptiness pulsed in my core, begging for pressure and friction---My eyes shot open to see the noise was due to the book falling off my lap. I exhaled a ragged breath and, with a sense of disgust at the immoral daydream that sucked me under, I got up from the window seat to pace my room.I said I'll think about it which means I'm contemplating. He knows I'm having a hard time choosing the life he has or the life I deeply missed. Goddamn it! I wanted to go home but... Why am I hesitating?All I should think about is my answer but his sexiness keeps rummaging in my head like a broken record disc. He's all over my brain and nerve cells now. He's driving me nuts for making me choose.It w
(Dimitri's POV)I throw Emily down on the bed and I tell myself to go slow, to be gentle with her. But it's been months of waiting, months of longing. I've held myself back a thousand timeI can't do it anymore.I pulled her closer to my body while holding her face with one hand and crashed my lips to her lips. I started kissing her like a starved person. She immediately parted her lips only to feel mine pressing in intense, smooth but contained until her hands, with a mind of their own, took hold of me and everything accelerated.My other hand snaked around her waist as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, holding onto me for support as she is pulling me closer to her body and deepened the kiss.Emily's lips were like summer rain, pouring over mine as if they had the power to take away and give back life. My thumb was throbbing at the hollow of her neck, rubbing up and down, pulsing warmth as my tongue conquered the depths of her mouth, hungry, consuming, pulling her into t
(Emily's POV)My eyes opened to a dark room, and confusion ran rampant until I saw the black sheet covering me and remembered I was in Dimitri's room. In his bed. With his body heat at my back. The clock on the nightstand said two-thirty a.m., which meant I was only asleep for thirty minutes before waking with a full bladder.The previous hours turned in my head. I'd anticipated sex and then for Dimitri to slap my ass on my way out the door. I didn't expect him to be gentle and then kiss me until I fell asleep. I hadn't known he had that kind of softness in him. It was more than I thought I'd ever get. I get what I've longed for days. I get what I needed. He get my virginity, for real this time. So why did I feel so... empty?God, I really was an emotional f*ck.I'm becoming weak again. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I should've given myself high hopes with this sex we had. Because we both knew that this won't work. I was taken by pleasure and so do he. No feelings involve except t
(Dimitri's POV)I was still in my underwear, my hands trembling as I poured some vodka into the glass. The outbuilding where Emily was locked up pulled at every muscle in my body like a magnet. She'd been out there for less than ten minutes, and each tick of the clock tightened an invisible noose around my neck. I couldn't shake the feeling. I'd only distracted myself by turning on all the lights in the house and barking orders at Alya. I wanted a cup of tea. My suit needed ironing. And why the f*ck was there so much yellow in my house?"She will die out there."I didn't even hear Lucio enter the room until he spoke. This was how men got killed in my position, but I didn't give a shit right now. If the cold feeling spreading in my chest was anything to go by, I was already six feet under."Get out," I ordered."It's below zero. She could get hypothermia in minutes."The words ate at my veins, but I told myself it didn't matter to me. Emily had played me. She got under my skin, made me
(Emily's POV)I woke among black sheets and a woodsy scent that consumed every one of my senses. Dimitri sat in a chair beside the bed. His eyes were lowered, and his elbows rested on his knees as he twisted my heart-shaped earring between his thumb and forefinger. A single turn of the synthetic diamond symbolized our relationship: He held my heart in the palm of his hand, bringing it out to play sometimes before putting it back in his pocket to be forgotten.He wasn't aware I was awake, and I took the opportunity to view his private moment. Still, in nothing but his briefs, his hair glinted in the sunlight and was mussed as if he'd been running his hands through it all night. He was ink and vengeance and so very human beneath cold, steel armor.In this wintery Italian fortress, the sight of him created a sharp ache in my chest that threatened to rip me in half.I wondered if Dimitri's conscience was responsible for him changing his mind about leaving me for dead, or simply the fact
(Emily's POV)My burning gaze slid to Dimitri to see if he dared to sit back on his throne and straighten his jacket cuff. "I think you're holding a grudge, wife. Not so altruistic now, are you?"Heat cascaded down my body like an avalanche. "You're one to talk," I snapped and shot to my feet. "The only reason I'm here is due to one massive grudge you have with your EX-WIFE after losing your daughter, am I wrong?""Sit the f*ck down.""You sit down!" He wasn't even standing. He sat all composed as if he hadn't just destroyed the room and my good mood.Inked finger tapping the armrest, he said darkly, "I am the last reason you're still here, alive and kicking." I was too unbalanced to figure out what he meant. The confusion only sparked more anger within."You shouldn't have fired Kendall," I told him coldly. "She'd appreciate your evasiveness and peach emojis more than I ever could." "She's a manipulative bitch. And I didn't like the way she was talking to you.""Please." I scoffed