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  Seeing that Tahey was about to speak some more, Dmitry decided enough was enough and reached for his cock. As expected, Tahey was distracted right away, and he didn't know whether to find it cute or worrying. She could be such a gullible fool, dammit.

  Tahey was unable to take her gaze off the sight of Dmitry's fingers stroking his own erection. Gosh. God. Golly. She found herself unable to even think straight and couldn't help gulping as his cock continued to swell in size.

  "Do you want to touch it?"

  The rare purr in Dmitry's voice made her breasts ache even harder, and she could feel herself growing even wetter at the sound of it. Did she want to touch it? She stared at his cock and heard herself whisper, "I d-don't know."

  "What if I say I want you to?"

  "Then I will—-ah." She had barely finished speaking when Dmitry reached for her hand and folded her fingers around his cock.

  Hot, she thought once again. It felt surprisingly, literally hot. And smooth, remarkably so. Like flawless steel. That throbbed. And twitched. So much so that she couldn't help starting when it suddenly pulsed with unexpected force within the circle of her hold.

  Dmitry pulled her up while she was still holding his cock. The new position had him on his knees, her legs between his, and her back against the headboard. "Start moving your hand."

  Her fingers trembled a little as she started stroking his length, and they trembled even more when she felt Dmitry reach down and fondle one of her breasts.

  Aaaaaaaah.

  She started feeling hot and bothered. And more than anything else, she felt the moisture thickening between her legs. The whole moment felt unbelievably surreal, and her dazed gaze moved up and down - first at Dmitry's beautiful face, just to be sure that it was him, and that this was real - then back to his cock, which continued to amaze her with its throbbing hardness.

  Curiosity got the better of her, and she timidly asked Dmitry if he knew the exact measurement of his cock.

  "How long do you think it is?"

  "Um..." She studied his cock. One...two...three...nine...oh shit.

  Dmitry noticed the way Tahey suddenly jerked. "What?"

  "I think...if it's past ten inches, I think...I think I'm better off not knowing."

  It was not at all the answer he was expecting, and the seriousness in which Tahey said it...ah fuck.

  Tahey was mesmerized. Dmitry was smirking. Granted, it basically meant he was laughing at her, but still. This was another first, and oh, there it was again!

  "Your dimples—-"

  Shit. He had forgotten about that, and glaring down at Tahey, he decided to punish her by giving her nipple a hard little tug.

  Tahey's words immediately turned into a gasp.

  It was an extremely sweet sound, and Dmitry realized to his satisfaction that Tahey was the kind of lover who didn't mind a little pain. Good. So he gave her nipple another tug, harder this time, and he was rewarded with another gasp. He pinched her nipple, and this time her gasp was accompanied by a dark flush stealing over her cheeks.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  The sight of it was too much, and in the next moment he had Tahey flat on her back once more, her fingers losing its grip on his cock as his weight pressed down on her and his lips closed over her one pink, distended nipple.

  Tahey cried out, the sensation of his mouth on her breast making her body nearly fly off the bed.

  But it barely made the billionaire budge, and her body slowly fell back against the mattress while Dmitry started suckling on her nipple.

  Oh God.

  She clutched at the sheets, unable to believe she could feel so much pleasure from having his mouth on her breast. He then moved on to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and another cry spilled past her lips.

  She began to writhe, the pleasure of his attention becoming a little too much, and she instinctively found herself rubbing her body against his.

  Just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until Dmitry let out a harsh growl of his own...

  Fuck.

  Her crotch kept rubbing against his erection, and it just kept feeling hotter and wetter that it eventually became impossible to ignore what her sweet little pussy was begging his cock for.

  Releasing her breast, Dmitry rose up and braced his arms against the bed. His gaze sought hers, and as doe eyes continued to plead up at him, her lips parted, and he heard her say, "Please, Dmitry."

  Dmitry's control broke, and he drove into her, his cock claiming the barrier of her innocence in one smooth stroke.

  Tahey couldn't help but cry out as he entered her, and with his gaze still holding hers captive, it was impossible not to see the almost savage way in which a part of him savored the pain of her deflowering.

  And foolish or not, she, too, wanted it that way. Even if it made her a little masochistic, she couldn't help but think of the pain as an experience that was special and unique to Dmitry and her alone.

  And now...

  She was his, Tahey thought dizzily. Always and forever. No matter what happened, she would always be his, while he...

  Her gaze drifted back up to the billionaire, and she found his golden eyes watching her with a glittering intensity that stole her breath.

  "You took my virginity," she heard herself say.

  The glitter in his eyes burned hotter. "Yes." His voice was hard. "It means you're mine."

  Her toes curled. "Yes." Her voice was faint and tremulous. She had been too afraid to even dream of hearing those words, and all of a sudden they were now hers to cherish.

  Dmitry tried to move the slightest bit and stopped as soon as he heard Tahey catch her breath. "Does it still hurt?" he asked tautly.

  Tahey slowly shook her head. "It just caught me by surprise."

  "If I do it again..."

  "Please."

  And so he tried once again, exerting greater effort to gently ease an inch out, and this time he saw the way she closed her eyes as if to savor the sensation of his movement.

  "You like it?"

  "Oh...yes."

  It was all he needed to hear, and Dmitry carefully pulled his cock out before sinking its entire length back in. The back-and-forth took more seconds than usual, but he wanted both of them to feel his possession to the fullest, and so they did, with the pleasure making his balls ache while he heard Tahey release the sexiest little whimper.

  He kept his strokes slow and steady, and when he felt her nails scrape his back, he moved just a little faster, keeping this new pace until he felt the final cue he was waiting for: her hips clumsily rising up to meet his thrusts, her breasts rubbing hard against the matted hair of his chest...

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  When he drove back into her, he no longer held back, letting Tahey feel the full force of his passion. He rutted with her like a hungry, mindless animal, his cock pounding into her pussy in fast and furious thrusts until he was holding her up by the waist, and her long blonde locks were streaming down the bed.

  She cried his name out over and over. Gasped and moaned it out loud, and damn if every utterance didn't make him even wilder with need—-

  Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

  His hands tightened around her waist as he plunged back into the hot, tight depths of her pussy, driving his erection into the deepest part of her until the head of his dick reached the wall of her womb—-

  Tahey screamed.

  He started to cum the same time she did, her body shuddering as he started shooting his seed into her while her pussy released its own creamy flow. He filled her all too soon, but he couldn't stop shoving his dick in and out of her, just kept fucking her even as her pussy became full and his seed started trickling down her legs.

  A part of Dmitry had believed, maybe had even hoped that once he had her, it would be over, and Tahey would cease to matter. It had happened countless times in the past, times when a woman had unexpectedly caught his eye, and the billionaire would slake his desire for such women with one-night stands. And for al
l of them, that had been more than enough. Once dawn broke and the sun came up, Dmitry had found himself no longer interested.

  Tahey, however...

  With her body still trembling underneath him in the aftermath of their first orgasm together, Dmitry realized to his shock that the taste of her had only whetted his appetite. He wanted her even more. And so he took her again. And again. And again. He fucked her over and over until he made the mistake of letting her dark, passion-clouded eyes seek his—-

  I love you.

  And Dmitry felt himself go cold.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  What the fuck had he done?

  Chapter Nine

  Tahey woke up to the sound of birds singing and felt like singing herself. It finally happened, she thought dreamily as she rolled to her back and clutched the covers to her chest. She was his. She belonged to Dmitry. Finally.

  Yesterday had been magical. She and Dmitry hadn't left the room the entire day, with the billionaire only ordering room service. Pasta for lunch, lamb chops for dinner, and before, between, and after those, Dmitry had made love to her in every way imaginable.

  He had made her cum with just his mouth on her breast, and he had made her cum several times over with his fingers fucking her pussy and later on with his mouth suckling on her clit.

  He taught her how to reciprocate, and she had been an eager and apt pupil, her only thought to give him the same amount of pleasure he gave her. She had learned to make him cum by rubbing his cock with her breasts, and she had also learned how to give him both a hand job and a blow job.

  He introduced her to the pleasure of having him fuck her from behind, like a dog would fuck a bitch in heat, and afterwards, he taught her how to ride him like he was her stud.

  Just thinking about all those things he taught her in the past twenty-four hours...oh God. It was enough to make Tahey blush, and she was reminded of the time she and her friends had tried to badger Story into talking about her first time with the sheikh. Story was rarely the type to be speechless, but at that moment their friend hadn't even been able to meet any of their eyes.

  Now she knew why.

  There were just some things that were a little too dirty to speak out loud, even with your closest friends.

  A quick check of her phone told Tahey it was already ten in the morning, and she hurriedly took a shower and changed into another shirt and jeans combo, but this time pairing it with a beige cardigan and tan-colored Uggs. She studied her reflection in the mirror—-

  Yikes!

  Too late, she saw the multiple hickeys the billionaire had left on the side of her neck and quickly rummaged through her suitcase until she found an oversized plaid scarf to hide Dmitry's marks.

  Maybe one day, Tahey thought, she could proudly wear the marks of his passion. But not now. Not just yet, when everything was still too new.

  Ada and Panda were having brunch in the balcony when she got to the other suite, and Tahey couldn't help looking around expectantly, wondering where the others were.

  "Are they in another meeting?"

  Ada frowned. "They are, but..."

  Tahey frowned as well. "But...?"

  Too late, Ada realized the truth. Oh no. Although none of them had ever discussed Dmitry or Tahoma, everyone knew why the two had been complete no-shows yesterday. The attraction between Dmitry and his secretary, albeit unacknowledged, had nevertheless been palpable and impossible to ignore. And though Ada had thought the girl too innocent for the billionaire, she had still hoped for the best.

  But apparently, things had taken a turn for the worse.

  Ada turned to Panda in a mute appeal for help, but the younger man was already making an excuse to leave the table. Hack government websites and get his hands occasionally bloody, he had no problems with. But emotional scenes like this?

  Count me out, Panda thought and went off to the kitchen to finish the rest of his meal.

  "Ada..." Tahey was beginning to feel a little strange.

  "I'm sorry, T.G. I thought you were told."

  "Told what?" Tahey's chest had become so strangely tight.

  "Dmitry took a six o'clock commercial back to Miami this morning," Ada said miserably. "You're to fly back with Sasha in the jet."

  Tahey lowered her head and glared at the floor. "I see."

  "Have you checked your phone? Perhaps he left a message..."

  Tahey finally finished counting. Forty-nine. A new record, or more to the point, a new personal low for her. Forty-nine seconds for the urge to cry to fade, and yet her heart still felt...strange.

  She lifted her head and mustered a smile for the older woman. "It's fine. He's my boss," she managed to say lightly, "and he doesn't really owe me an explanation or anything."

  And that was the truth, no matter how much it hurt to accept.

  SASHA SILENTLY CURSED his brother as he watched Tahoma glare hard at the view outside the window. At this time of the night, there wasn't much to see save for darkness, but when he had told her that, Dmitry's secretary had only nodded. But she had continued to glare, just kept glaring without blinking until he had come to realize it was the girl's way of keeping her tears in check.

  Damn.

  A picture spoke a thousand words, and a look on the girl's face did exactly that. Something had obviously happened between Dmitry and his secretary. Something that had made the girl believe his brother had come to treasure her...only to wake up and find her lover gone from her side, without so much as a word of goodbye.

  Dmitry's secretary insisted on taking a cab as soon as they were out of Miami's airport, but Sasha would hear none of it. He still had one last thing to say, and he waited until they were in the privacy of his limousine before once again addressing the elephant in the room.

  "I know you probably won't believe me, but Dmitry has his reasons for being like this."

  Tahey slowly averted her gaze from Sasha and switched her attention to the window. The scenery passed by swiftly, the limousine cruising down the road in a speed that turned everything into an incandescent blur.

  "And tomorrow...I wish I could say he'd be at the office, waiting to grovel on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he won't. Tomorrow, Dmitry and I..." Sasha exhaled his breath in a harsh hiss. "Not many know we have a half-sister. But she died three years ago, and her death...it wasn't natural."

  Tahey wasn't so in pain that she could ignore Sasha's own grief. "I'm so sorry."

  "My sister's murder changed him," Sasha said quietly, "and it's why he's the way he is. He put up Strakh Inc. in her honor, thinking it would help him deal with the grief. But it didn't. It only changed him, made Dmitry harder—-"

  "Why are you telling me these things?" Tahey interrupted painfully. "Can't you see that he doesn't care—-"

  "The fact that he's gone out of his way to hurt you," Sasha gritted out, "says otherwise. You make him human—-."

  "Oh my God." Tahey let out a shaken laugh. "Are you saying that him being an asshole to me...is what makes him human?"

  "I know it's not my place to ask this," Sasha said harshly, "but I'm asking it all the same. Don't give up on my brother. You're the only one who can reach him now. Just you. No one else."

  Chapter Ten

  Just as Sasha warned her, Dmitry didn't show up at work the next day, and Tahey told herself it was for the better. She was done with him. Could no longer trust him after what he did. And while she was sorry about his sister's death, it didn't change a thing. She...she hated him, too.

  Or so she thought...until someone knocked on her apartment door late at night, and the billionaire's face showed up on the monitor of her security system.

  Dmitry's golden gaze focused on the camera, and it almost felt as if he was staring straight at her. He looked exhausted and unusually unkempt, days-old stubble covering his chin and his unknotted necktie draped limply over his shoulders. But despite this, he still looked heartbreakingly beautiful in her eyes, and when she finally heard him speak—-


  "I'm sorry."

  More than those two precious words, it was the raw vulnerability of his tone that cut through her, and even as she tried to glare, even as she tried to harden her heart and play deaf to his words—-

  "I need to see you."

  Tahey covered her ears.

  "Please."

  But it was too late, and through a blur of tears that she barely managed to keep from falling, Tahey shakily pushed the button that would unlock her front door.

  Dmitry had been about to lose hope when he heard something click, and for one long moment, he could only stare at the door, unable to believe—-

  It swung open, and he breathed harshly.

  Another moment, and then she came flying out—-

  His arms snapped around her in a tight embrace, and he inhaled her scent, needing to prove to himself that he was no longer dreaming this. He felt her own arms tighten around him, and he waited for her to ask him why he had left her. Waited for her to throw at his face all the painful words he deserved to hear. But when he finally heard her speak—-

  "I missed you."

  It was more, so much more than he goddamn deserved, her sweetness undoing him like nothing else could, and he heard himself groan just as he felt his discipline desert him.

  Tahey felt the billionaire's fingers grip her hair, and she didn't even think of resisting. He pulled her head back as his mouth crushed hers, and she surrendered herself completely to his passion.

  He lifted her up, and her legs locked around his waist as he carried her back into her apartment. He didn't pause to ask where was her bedroom. There was no need since he had gone straight to the couch, and she found herself straddling him.

  "Tahey..."

  The nickname caught her off guard, and the way he said it, with his Russian accent unusually thick, was an unbelievable turn on. Suddenly, she could no longer bear to wait, and she found herself reaching down to fumble with his zipper with clumsy haste.

  Her eagerness stunned but pleased him. Tahey had been extremely shy and hesitant to touch him the first time they made love, and yet now, she couldn't seem to wait to feel him inside of her, and the knowledge fed his own desire, until Dmitry also felt his own control start to slip.