The threat is like a shot of adrenaline, and I turn around and roll my body in front of him. I stretch my arms above my head and shimmy down in a serpentine motion before pressing my backside out and standing up.
“Closer,” Dmitry says, his voice lower and rougher than it was only a moment before. It’s clear what he wants.
My limbs feel like they don’t belong to me as I step between his legs and press my hands into his thighs for balance. I circle my body into him and ignore the jolt of electricity that shoots through me when he places his hand on my hip. His skin is warm on me, even through my clothes, and I grind down onto him, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.
Dmitry begins breathing more heavily, his grip on my hip growing tighter. And rather than relaxing, I grow sti
