A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 37

“Here . . .” He growled hoarsely as the slider and pull fell from the zipper teeth, falling on the saloon ground with a soft tingle.

Sophia's eyes widened . . . he had exceeded her expectations again.

Here she was, expecting something on the lips, but his crazy head was thinking far from it.

She quickly grabbed his hair, trying to pull his head back.

"No. I can't...

"I'm not giving you a choice here, too," he replied, tilting his head up to look at her.

Just like last night, she saw the devil, she saw c*****e, and the need to satisfy his devilish appetite.

He's not human, obviously.

No normal person will harbor such a large number of personalities in his head at once.

She could already feel the air coming from the saloon AC on her thighs, and when she slowly let go of his hair, her already destroyed trousers fell down her ankles, leaving her in only her black boy shorts.

She was about to ask what if someone suddenly came in, but he pulled down the shorts before she could talk, and the mere feel of the foreign air on her genitals made her body shake with excitement.

Dimitri's eyes fell on her open p***y, and the expression that took over his face immediately was priceless.

Her purple scent bloomed, filling his nose as he stared at the meal in front of him.

Sophia's legs were already losing balance on the ground even when he's doing nothing but staring at her kitty.

She unconsciously licked her lips before asking the question she had been dying to ask.

"What if someone comes in?"

"No one is coming in," he replied, and his confidence amazed her again, but before she could revel in it, Dimitri drove his face into her p***y, and she bit deeply into the flesh of her lower lip at the coldness of his mouth.

It feels like he has been eating ice since he was born. If everything about him is cold, then his mouth should at least be different, but it's not different with him.

It's so chilled that she almost screamed out, but she bit her lip again, folding her toes inside her sneakers as he sucked her c**t hungrily into his mouth.

"Master . . ." She moaned raspily, the sound so low that it barely came out of her mouth as zaps of sweetness flooded her viscera.

She felt the flip thing over and over again in one minute, and she could hear the sounds of laughter and chatting coming from the workers in the other room.

Only the wall is separating them, and she should be worried about that s**t right now, but instead of that, the thought of getting caught made her p***y wetter, coating Dimitri's mouth endlessly.

She was so delicious and she scented so f*****g heavenly.

He did what she wasn't expecting when he shoved his tongue into her vulva, and she had to grab the window metals tightly with her right hand . . .

"Oh gawd... Oh gawd," she cried, covering her own mouth with her other palm instantly.

Dimitri thrusted his tongue inside her warmness again, f*****g her with the tip.

This time, his tongue had adapted to her temperature already, so it's becoming just as warm, adding to the pleasure.

As his tongue went in and out of her repeatedly without halt, her palm became sweaty on the metal she's holding, and her stomach tumbled a number of times.

"Ahh . . ." She moaned again, grabbing his hair and senselessly pushing his face closer to herself.

Dimitri stopped eating, and she swallowed hard when he looked up, their eyes meeting.

His lips are wet with her juices, and his face is untamed, then his eyes . . . His eyes are feral, he's running wild . . .on her.

"Let go of my hair, a real man doesn't need help with his meal," he whispered in a guttural tone, and she instantly let it go, impatient to have his mouth under again.

"I'll …be … good," she whispered back, her voice spasming like her body.

"Say that again," Dimitri's brows creased primally.

"I said... I'll be good," she slowly said.

"f**k" he muttered with a fresh appetite, returning his face to her p***y.

His mouth captured her whole c******s this time, eating hard like a monster.

"Oh, my gawd! My gawd! Oh!" She shrieked, grabbing the window metals with her second hand too.

Dimitri's two hands held the curve of her hips, keeping her in place as his tongue circled her c**t, making the sensitive flesh vibrate in his mouth.

Sophia's stomach did the flip again, and the need to let it all out began taking over her as he grew wilder every minute.

"There! No, Yes... f**k!" She moaned loudly.

She was already sore, and every lap of his tongue, every opening of his mouth, every skim of his teeth made her lose more and more of her senses. She lost track of time completely.

Her head banged from emptiness, her lungs screamed from lack of oxygen, and her p***y heaved from lack of air.

She can't take it anymore, but he's not ready to stop because, right now, he's tonguing her aggressively again.

"f**k! Master... I'm about to...

"c*m," he groaned against her s*x, pulling at her c**t teasingly.

Her fingers loosened from the metals, and she let go of everything, cumming so hard that she almost passed out.

She had never landed this hard before, and the fact that he brought her this much pleasure scared her so much that she almost lost her balance.

Dimitri licked every ounce of her juice before raising his head, and she didn't shy away like she expected.

"Good girl," he said.

She almost concluded that maybe she's defective in the ears.

Good girl?

Dimitri pulled her boy shorts back up, then her trousers too.

The zip is destroyed, but the button is still intact.

He buttoned up for her and pulled down her shirt to cover the rest, then he stood.

The blizzard is over, just in time.

He led the way out of the shop, and when she made to follow, she felt so sore in the middle that she almost fell.

She had to adjust herself with so much composure before continuing.

They got to the second room where the workers were chattering, and the boss barber stood.

Dimitri didn't even allow him to speak before walking out.

"Hope to see you again soon, Leo," the man said, and Sophia managed to shrug before stepping out too.

She got back in the car with Dimitri, and she drove them down the road, heading back to the clan.

The air around them turned tensive, and she felt greatly uncomfortable with it, especially after what happened at the saloon.

Not like it meant anything, but still . . .

"I saw some scribblings in the basement," she said.

"And?" he replied, his eyes trained on the road.

"It's a mute language, and can only be understood by mute people. My late father was mute, and I understand it well," she said, trying to concentrate on the drive at the same time.

"And?" He replied with the same tone.

"Is there a mute in the clan?" She asked curiously.

"Ever met one there?" He replied, finally looking at her.

"No," she plainly said.

"Settled," he replied, and she nodded.

"What's the plan tomorrow then?"

"Pull up" he said, and she glanced out to see they're back under the teak tree.

She pulled up, and he stepped out.

"Check your email right now and read whatever you see attentively. It's a view-once message," he said, and before she could ask where he's going, a black mustang stopped beside him, driven by Sergey, the new member of the top 5.

Dimitri entered the backseat of the car with the man, and Sergey's driver drove off.

"Isn't that the bodyguard? What the hell are you planning with him? He's now on Roman's side, isn't he?" Sergey asked.

The backseat is closed off from the driver's seat, so the driver can't hear their conversation.

"Isn't it better to keep my plans to myself in this f****d up world? And Leo will always be my boy," Dimitri replied, his voice lacking interest.

"I know, and I'm not asking for details, but just thread softly. We all know you're the real future Pakhan and not Roman, and it's obvious that Viktor had something to do with your father's death, but . . ." Sergey said.

"But what?" Dimitri faced him with a scowl.

"Viktor might look simple, but he's dangerous too once he sets his mind on something. Be careful, Dimitri. And tell me if you need any help," Sergey assured as the driver pulled up in front of the clan.

Dimitri got down and stepped into the compound without looking back, taking in the toxic air and polluted atmosphere.

Blood, sweat, corruption, cruel sins . . .the stench of everything dark is oozing, and he's not even hesitating before inhaling.

He was born into sin anyway.

Getting to the middle of the compound, Lady Seraphina rushed to block him.

"You haven't had dinner since two days ago, so I decided to make something simple. It's pelmeni and some other side dishes," she respectfully said.

Dimitri's eyes rolled unintentionally, then he sighted Sophia at the park.

She arrived some minutes ago actually, but she waited at the park to see when he’d arrive too.

Their eyes glued, and he smirked knowingly before facing Lady Seraphina again.

"Not interested, I have already had dinner," he said rawly, and Sophia had to clamp her thighs together, killing the sensations those words sent to her core.

Dimitri left, and Lady Seraphina sighed before leaving for the kitchen too.

Sophia left for her room, and she met only Maksim inside.

He's on his bed, asleep already.

She gathered new shirt and pants from her scanty wardrobe and exhaled, giving the wardrobe another look.

She hadn't brought many clothes from America, and yet Dimitri had destroyed one of the trousers already.

She needs new clothes, but where is the money? Unless she asks Alina.

She headed for the bathroom, but then Maksim spoke up . . .

"You dress up in the bathroom? Is your d**k that small that you're ashamed to dress up here?"

Sophia looked back to see his eyes open already with an annoying smile on his face.

"Mind your damn business, or I'll kill you . . .blockhead imbecile" she glared at him and entered the bathroom.

She locked the door, stripped herself before getting under the shower.

Rinsing her private part brought memories of what Dimitri did to her at the saloon to her head, and then his words to Lady Seraphina . . .

"NOT INTERESTED, I ALREADY HAD DINNER"

Meaning... He had her p***y for it?

Darn.

She shut her eyes, hugging herself while thinking about Katya's locket.

She needs to find more information about Adrian, so what happened with Dimitri at the saloon can't repeat itself again.

Never.