My hips buck up, and I shamelessly rub myself against his mouth.

When Demitri’s mouth clamps down on my clit, and he enters me with two fingers, my body tenses, and right as I begin to convulse, he thrusts hard and fast, bypassing my gag reflex until I feel him deep in my throat.

He lets out primal grunts as he prolongs my orgasm by sucking my clit and fingering me, and then my throat has to work to swallow as he comes.

“That’s right, Malyshka.” His words vibrate against my pussy. “Take every last drop.” And then he laps at me, doing the same.

I begin to run really low on air, struggling to focus on everything and breathing through my nose. Right before I’m in danger of blacking out, Demirti pulls out of my throat as if he knew exactly how much time he had.

He moves back as I suck in desperate breaths of air, and then his mouth slams down on mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.

His palms settle hard on my breasts, and he massages them while he kisses the living hell out of me.

When he finally pulls back and stares down at me, he asks, “Feeling better?”

I’m lying on the bed like a limp noodle, my legs spread wide and my body tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Huh?”

“How’re the nerves?”

“What nerves?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

Demitri lets out a chuckle and presses a quick kiss to my lips, and then he whispers, “Your throat is just as tight as your pussy.”

God.

As if I didn’t just come apart at the seams, my abdomen tightens, and I clench my legs together with need.

I watch as Demitri climbs off the bed and walks to the bathroom, and then I stare up at the ceiling, reliving what just happened between us.

That was freaking hot.

I grin like an idiot until my thoughts wander to the talk between Alexei and me. I appreciate Alexei explaining things to me, and I know it’s an adjustment period for all of us. But I’m unsure if a relationship between Demitri and me can work in the long run.

I totally get that Alexei has a say in all the business decisions and that my personal life is still my own. I also understand they’re super close, but… I just don’t want to be a third wheel to their bromance.

Letting out a sigh, I know for things to work between Demitri and me, I’ll first have to learn to get along with Alexei. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d like to be friends.

I’m just worried Alexei will never actually accept me because he’s overprotective of Demitri.

I guess only time will tell.

DEMITRI

When we’re ready to leave, we all gather in the courtyard, waiting for Alexei.

He comes out of the house, dressed in a three-piece black suit that fits him like a second skin. Smirking, he says, “Dressed to kill.”