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Chapter 73: The signal Dimitri came back to Zara not long after he’d left her alone. This time, he pulled a chair and sat directly in front of her, his posture relaxed, as though they were about to have a casual conversation and not one forced by chains and fear. His eyes studied her with unsettling focus, as if he were memorizing her reactions. “You know,” he said lightly, crossing one leg over the other, “we never really finished our conversation before the whole ‘accident’.”

Maddog hums a tune as he leans down before he presses the button that sets the timer off. He lifts his head to look Dimitri in the eye, “Adios, baby”, He says, and Dimitri calls out, “No” I’ve seen enough as I turn and carry Mishka from the room, and the rest of the men follow behind us as Dimtri begs for forgiveness. I can still hear the clock ticking as we walk up the cellar steps.

SIERRA I didn't notice I'm in the living room now. Dimitri was lounging on one of the oversized velvet sofas, scrolling through his phone. I thought he took care of the crisis? Why is he here, playing Candy Crush on his phone? His brow rose when I didn't respond to his comment. ​“You look like you’re about to storm the gates of Valhalla, Sierra. Or at least like you’re going to kill someone with that empty glass in your hand,” Dimitri remarked, pushing himself upright with a smirk.

"Let's go inside. I'd say my goodbyes to mom before I leave." "Let's go in then." His father slapped his back. "Did I mention that you are looking better these days?" Dimitri laughed. "Been taking walks." "Ah." Dimitri spent some time inside talking to his mom before he finally left. Exhausted from lack of sleep and a tiring day, he only planned to fall into bed the second he got home. He got into the car and reached to switch it on but stopped when he noticed a strange glint at the edge of the foot mat.

Maybe all it takes is a look, just a feeling exchanged between two people to know that their story isn’t finished, that there’s hope. I whipped my gaze back to Dimitri, ready to tear down whoever threatened our future. I took a step toward him, but HJ grabbed my arm. “Yes, my family bleeds for me and I for them.” Dimitri’s mouth stretched slowly across his face to reveal his teeth. They were white, straight, and the fangs pointed a bit farther than most. “Remember those words. When I see you next, I’m going to enjoy reminding you.” He motioned to Georgie, and they disappeared back into the party.

With that Anton moves wrapping his arm around my shoulders and we make our way upstairs as Miranda and Tommy follow. "Let's make sure you understand me dad," I hear Dimitri say, " I am not going to force her to have sex with me, in fact we are leaving for Italy tomorrow and I'm going to give her one year to fall in love with me. If at the end of that year she does not love me I will release her with no hard feelings." "Who do you-" "I'm not finished, further more whatever happens between me and my wife is none of your fucking business, if anything of note takes place I will inform you otherwise don't ever cross this line again," Dimitri yells.

Dimitri exhaled like he’d been waiting for this exact feeling. “Fuck.” He didn’t move yet. He just looked down at where we were joined, then over at Katya. “Watch. I want you to see what it looks like when I stop pretending the debt has an end date.” He started thrusting. Slow at first, then deeper. Every stroke made a wet sound that filled the room. I grabbed the sheets. Katya grabbed my hand. Dimitri noticed and laced his fingers through both of ours, pinning them above my head.

Dimitri holds onto my waist with his hand, while his other slips inside me again. “Next time I want you to feel you throbbing like this on my cock,” he murmurs, slipping out of me, then inside again. “And no covering your screams; I like hearing what I can do to you.” He pushes me back, looking straight into my eyes before he slips his fingers out of me and pops them into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he lets out an approving moan as soon as he tastes me.