DIMITRI POVPatience isn’t something I practice a lot, but with her I am trying. If anyone other than her had spoken to me in such manner they would be dead. I close my eyes and open them, fixing her with a stern look. “The next time you speak to me in that tone I will punish you.” She blushes, averting her eyes from me, before she slowly lifts them back, and in their emerald depth lies guilt and fright. I did not mean to frighten her, but she needs to keep in mind who I am, and I do not tolerate disrespect, not even from the woman I am dying to fuck. “I am sorry,” she speaks, her voice low, and sincere. “Apology accepted,” I smiled at her to let her know all is forgiven. “Ready?” She nods and I take her hand. I stop walking when she doesn’t move with me. I look at her to find her eyes staring somewhere else. "Is something the matter?" “You are holding my hand,” she says as if it is a big feat. I did not understand her surprise. I love holding her hand. It fits perfectly well in
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