As we stand beneath the showerhead's hot, flowing water, we are engulfed by the translucent mist that is floating in the bathroom.I dip my chin feeling more relaxed than I have in a long time. It feels like a good chunk of the weight I've been lugging around with me has gotten lighter, or it could conceivably be the way Dmitri is washing my back in a circular motion with a face cloth that is making me moan."You like that, moya lyubov'? [My love?]" He asks me in a husky tone, pressing his hot lips against the hard ball of my shoulder."I do," I breathe out. "Who knew having someone wash your back would feel like little angel's feet, dancing up and down your spine." "Little angel's feet, hmm? Wish I had the pleasure to know what that feels like too." He says with amusement and I can sense him smiling which seems to be infectious as a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth too.I turn around and face him, blinking through the droplets of water as I study his handsome face. He hasn't c

Walking across the carpark with a new purpose and determination, my boots click against the pavement creating a glorious beat with each stride I take. Rubbish lines the path leading to the front of the club and it billows around us. My hair blows in the cool night's breeze gently grazing my cheek as we draw closer to the mob of anxious people just dying to get inside. Dmitri slides his hand in mine, with the distasteful sound of silence that lingers between us as we are both apprehensive about what the night entails for the pair of us. Lifting my hand to his mouth, his lips graze my knuckles sending a ripple of chills up my spine. "You look fucking beautiful, printsessa. I don't know how I'm going to keep my fists to myself while we are inside." He confesses in a hushed tone. "All eyes will be on you the moment we enter the door, if you want to leave, tell me now and we will." I chuckle, "Maybe I should have filed my claws back, because I have a feeling all eyes will be on you t

With unstable hands, I pull out the phone Dmitri had slipped inside my leather jacket as we entered the club. I bite the bullet and call the one person I know who will still drop everything to come to my rescue at the drop of a hat. Even if he despises himself for it in the end. Inhaling a shaky breath with my eyes never swaying from Dmitri, I press the phone to my ear and pray to the Gods that the son-of-a-bitch answers. "Hello?" He answers on the second ring in a clipped tone. The words, "I need you," are all I'm able to utter at the moment. The plea that departed between the grim lines of my mouth only seconds ago, sounded like three very simple and harmless words. But these three words, to someone like me, at a time like this, are effortlessly blurring the lines between life and death. "Please." I implore, biting back a sob. He grunts, "I'm on my way." And instantly, I hear his car door slamming in the background. The second the light comes back on in the office, I yank o

A soft moan escapes past my lips and he greedily swallows it, keeping the forbidden sound solely for himself. His lips are cool and soft. His tongue feels like velvet and tastes like whiskey. My hands glide up the hard wall of his chest, over the hard balls of his shoulders and through his soft hair. "You taste like heaven..." He grumbles with desire. Hooking one leg over his waist, I pin him to me with the heel of my foot and I moan louder when his bulging cock rubs against my sex. His hands roam over my body until they reach my ass, his fingers dig into my flesh and he swiftly picks me up off the floor. This is how I remember it always being this way between us. Hot and heavy. Fast and feverish. "I should have fought for you. I never should have left without you." He mutters between our kisses. This is wrong. I know it is. I'm with Dmitri and here I am kissing my ex like I'm trying to make up for the lost time between us. I tear my lips away from his, panting; tryi

I jolted awake with a whimper that was stifled by the sweaty palm pressed against my mouth.The heavyweight was cutting off my air supply as another hand glided up my nightgown, it was rough, kneading and bruising. Fear, surprise, and alarm gripped me. I thrashed against the bed, kicking my legs frantically."No... Please, stop... What are you doing... you are hurting me..."Panting erratically, my legs were suddenly yanked apart. The hard thing between his legs rashly poked... stabbed my inner thigh.My lungs feel like they are on fire, he's strong, and no matter how hard I try to push him off me, he's just too heavy. I'm a prisoner in my own bed."Stop... Get off me... Please! No.. don't touch me there, not there... it hurts... Why are you hurting me?"Mummy!!!The man's hand pressed down on the side of my face, forcing my head into the pillow. The more I struggled, putting up a fight, the more excited he became.Panting horrible, vile words against the hard shell of my ear, he fo