Chapter 4 A Betrayal of Body and Mind

Alicia's POV

The moment his mouth crashed onto mine, my brain short-circuited. A screaming protest died in my throat, smothered by the startling heat of his kiss.

My hands which had been braced against his chest to shove him away betrayed me completely. Instead of pushing, my fingers curled into the soft expensive fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life.

What are you doing, you idiot? Push him! my mind shrieked but my body had a different set of instructions.

A traitorous moan vibrated in my chest as his tongue explored my mouth, tasting of mint and something darkly intoxicating.

His hands which had been so cold and businesslike hours ago were now setting my skin on fire. One slid down my back, pressing me flush against him while the other cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the nightgown. A jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to my core.

I tried to pull back, to break the spell.

"Stop... we shouldn't..." My voice was a weak breathy whisper that sounded nothing like me.

Dmitri pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes gleaming with knowing amusement.

"Your body says otherwise, kitten." he murmured with his voice in a low rumble. "It's begging. Stop pretending."

Before I could muster a real argument, his mouth was on my neck and all coherent thought vanished. He walked me backward until my knees hit the edge of the ridiculously large bed and I tumbled onto the sheets. He followed me down like a predator finally claiming his prize.

He kissed a blazing trail down my body, pushing the nightgown up as he went. When his mouth closed over one sensitive pebbled nipple, I cried out, my back arching off the bed. It was too much. It was not enough. My hands flew to his hair not to pull him away but to hold him right there.

"God..." I gasped.

He just chuckled against my skin, the vibration doing wicked things to me.

"Not God. Just Dmitri."

He continued his journey south, kissing and licking his way past my navel, over my trembling stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties.

He hooked his fingers into them and in one swift move, they were gone. I was completely exposed to him and instead of fear, a hot shocking wave of anticipation swept through me.. then his mouth was on me and I literally saw stars.

My entire world narrowed to the point where his tongue was making lazy devastating circles against my clit. I'd been eaten out before, sure. But this? This was like comparing a campfire to a volcanic eruption.

A broken keening sound escaped my lips and my hips lifted off the bed of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction, more him!

"Please..." I wasn't even sure what I was begging for. More? Don't stop? I'd lost all control.

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right and I shattered as my orgasm ripped through me so violently I thought I might break apart. I was gasping, my legs shaking, my fingers tangled in his dark hair holding him to me as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When the last tremor subsided he looked up at me, his chin glistening. My face flushed with embarrassment and residual ecstasy.

"Should I stop?" he asked with his voice sounding husky. The arrogant confidence was still there but it was layered with something else... raw hunger.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't form words. All I could do was look at him, my chest heaving and give a tiny almost imperceptible shake of my head. No. Don't stop.

He understood. With a dark satisfied smile, he surged up and stripped off his clothes. My eyes went wide.

Oh. Wow. I'd heard descriptions like 'well-endowed' before, but this was something else entirely. His dick was... monumental.. thick, long, and rock-hard. A fresh thrill of nervous excitement shot through me.

He tugged my nightgown off over my head, leaving us both naked. He positioned himself between my legs and I held my breath. He teased me, rubbing the broad head of his cock through my wet pussy making me whimper with need.

"Please." I whispered again, this time knowing exactly what I wanted.

He pushed in just the tip, stretching me exquisitely rhen with a slow controlled thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

I cried out in a sharp sound that melted into a long low moan. He filled me completely, every inch of him. He started to move in a deep rhythmic pace that had me seeing stars all over again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting his thrusts and the room was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together, my ragged moans and his low grunts.

"Right there... oh God, right there." I chanted, completely lost to the sensation.

I felt the coil of another orgasm tightening deep inside me, building faster and hotter than before. This one felt different, bigger, more overwhelming.

When it broke, I screamed his name as pleasure detonated through every nerve ending. My body convulsed and a warm gush of squirt soaked the sheets between us. I was dimly aware of my legs trembling violently against his sides.

Before I could even come down from the high, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air and he entered me from behind, his thrusts becoming harder, more possessive.

The sound of his hand connecting with my ass was loud in the room followed by a sting that morphed into a deep throbbing heat that only made the friction inside me more intense.

"Yes!" I heard myself sob, pushing back against him, completely mindless.

His pace became frantic and I felt my own climax building again impossibly matching his rhythm. He groaned my name as his dick pulsed deep inside me. We came together, collapsing in a sweaty breathless heap on the cum soaked sheets.

We lay there for what felt like an eternity, the only sound our ragged breathing. My mind was utterly blissfully blank. Then, without a word, he slid out of me and got up.

I heard his footsteps pad across the room followed by the sound of a glass panel sliding open. A cool breeze washed over my heated skin. He'd gone out onto the balcony.

The silence he left behind was deafening. Guilt came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

What did you just do, Alicia? my brain yelled, finally back online. You just let the head of the Velvet Mafia, a man who probably murders people before breakfast, give you the best orgasms of your life. You didn't just let him. You begged for it. You enjoyed it!

I curled into a ball, horrified at myself. I was a prisoner, a possession! And I'd moaned like a wanton harlot for my captor. This was so messed up!

I was just starting to spiral into a full-blown panic of self-loathing when I heard it.

A low, strained groan from the balcony.

I froze. What was that? It didn't sound like a satisfied sigh. It sounded... pained.

The groaning continued, mixed with a weird ragged breathing and a soft cracking sound.

My heart started to thud again but this time with fear, not pleasure. Was he okay? Was he... masturbating? Was one round with me not enough for him?

Cautiously, I sat up. I pulled the robe from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around myself, tying the belt with trembling fingers. The groaning got louder, more strained. It was a horrible almost animalistic sound.

Tiptoeing across the room, I approached the open glass door. The balcony was dark, shrouded in shadow. I could just make out his silhouette leaning heavily against the railing, his back to me, his shoulders hunched.

"D-Dmitri?" I whispered with my voice shaky.

He didn't answer. Another gut-wrenching groan escaped him, followed by that same cracking popping sound like someone stepping on dry twigs.

My fear evaporated, replaced by a sudden stupid wave of concern. Maybe he was having a heart attack! Maybe he was sick!

I slid the glass door open the rest of the way and stepped out onto the cool balcony tiles.

"Hey, are you al..."

The words died in my throat followed by a piercing and terrifying scream...