Sophia
Dimitri caught my flying fists easily, pulling them down and away from where they were striking his chest. He wasn’t rough about it. He captured them gently, but when he tugged me into the hardness of his body the tenderness disappeared. His lips on mine were brutal. He trapped me against him, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist so there was no hope of escape and the other fisting my hair as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
He tasted like Vodka and mint. On any other man it would have been almost sickening but with him, it wasn’t. its was just perfectly Dimitri. And God, I craved it. I craved the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his breath as much as I craved his rough, almost cruel hands on my body. Even when I hated him, I needed him more. There was no one in the ent
