SEVEN
Dmitri wanted to yell. He wanted to throttle the man who had dared to d**g Thyra, he wanted to ask her roughly a million questions, and he very much needed her to explain why she had suddenly stopped him from bringing her what he assumed would be, if not exquisite pleasure, at least pleasurable enjoyment. But most of all, he wanted to change the look in her eyes from one of weepy unhappiness to the same shimmering golden passion that had filled them while he was taking great pleasure in exploring her nubile body.
But she was looking wary now, giving him odd little worried looks while she pulled on her clothing, so he tried to push back all the things he wanted to say and do, and instead focused on what was vital at that moment: understanding why she’d suddenly changed her mind.
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