He owed her now.
He walked back to the end of the bed and began to crawl up her body, towel now on the floor, his entire body needing to be on hers, skin to skin, breath to breath. “Spread your legs, moye.”
She did and his heart clicked into place as he slid his hips into the cradle of hers. She gasped and rose to her elbows. This put her breasts at his mouth and he took advantage, licking and biting and sucking—loving them in every way he knew how. He scraped his fingernails over the tips, cupped them in his hands and lifted them to his face.
Her head fell back and he gazed at her, a wanton in her growing need. Her legs shifted sinuously and he was reminded of the way she’d grabbed the pole in St. Petersburg.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, Etzem,” he urged.
She did and he was right there at her entrance, the heat of her calling to the steel of him. He pressed forward, his cock sliding through her folds and bumping against her clit. Her eyes and mouth fell, breath hissing in, and he smiled.
“You are wet and hot. Your * calls to me but you should be gentled first, eh?” He shifted again, mimicking his previous move but he was the one groaning, nearly losing himself in the hot, wet heat of her.
He kissed between her breasts, her collarbone, her chin and then her mouth. He stayed there, dipping in and out of her mouth for a long time, doing as he’d promised. Her heart beat heavy beneath him and her legs moved restlessly, her hands grabbing and releasing his back.
He grabbed her chin in his hand and forced her to meet his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, the green splinters bright in the darkness.
“I will need the truths you hold inside you, moye. But tonight I will show you pleasure and it is as it should be. No one is more deserving than you. Are you ready?”
“Your body calls to mine. I would deny my need for you but I am not a liar,” she whispered at his lips.
Dmitry lifted up, took his cock in his hands and dragged it through her folds. Her breath broke and she arched up, hips rolling, beckoning.
“Ti mne nuzhen,” she said on a groan.
“Then you shall have me,” he told her and pressed a single finger inside her body, feeling her slickness coat him, feeling her warmth.
He hissed in a breath, added another finger and her internal muscles flexed. He bit the crest of her hip lightly, and her hands dug into his hair, pulling as her body continued to rise, seeking more of what he would give her.
“Please, Dmitry, this is torture,” she gasped.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he returned as he lowered his mouth to her pubis.
A strident knock on the door and his muscles locked. For a second all he could hear was the blood pounding through his veins. Another knock and everything sharpened into focus. Dmitry covered her, stood and grabbed his gun. No one should be here this late.
“It is Arrow.”
“Give me a minute,” he answered gruffly.
He looked to Bone. Her eyes were round and her lips were parted. She chose that moment to lick them. Dmitry groaned. “Do you want me to answer it?”
Her face cleared and she nodded, getting up off the bed, tugging on her pants. He threw her another T-shirt and she dragged it on, hiding the bounty of her body from him. He rubbed a hand down his face, frustration eating at him.
“I am sorry for this,” she muttered as she made to move around him, her gaze downcast, her cheeks rouged red.
He lifted her chin with a finger. “But I am not. And we will begin this again, later. When you are finished with your sisters, return to me, moye.”
“Maybe it is as it should be,” she argued.
“I will not force you, Bone. You must come to me free of your fears or this will never be what it could be,” he responded.
He held his breath.
“I have no fears and this,” she motioned between them and then toward the bed. “Is more pleasure than I have ever known. It is more than I’ve ever deserved. Thank you, Dmitry, for sharing yourself with me.”
Then she stepped around him, opened the door and left.
He punched the wall again. He wanted to curse Arrow but realized her interruption was fortuitous. Dmitry had his own truths to impart to Bullet, Arrow, Bone, Rand, and the rest of Trident Corporation.
And until all the slates were clean, he and Bone would have no foundation. They would have nothing more than a shared pleasure that would disappear the moment she left. Dmitry had settled his entire life. He was going to have Bone, all of her, or he would have nothing.
Chapter Eight
“I am sorry, sister,” Arrow quipped as they headed down the hallway.
Bone did not look at her because the biggest part of her was still in the room with Dmitry. He had been on top of her, inside of her and light had shone in the midst of her eternal darkness. “It is for the best.”
Arrow sighed. “Bullet waits for us on the ridge.”