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Ruthless: A Mafia Step-Brother Romance Part 15

But when his hand spreads my asscheeks once more and cool, viscous fluid touches along my dark pucker, I gasp. It shocks me from tempting, beautiful sleep, but when I try to move, he presses down between my shoulders, holding me in place.

He rubs two digits along my most private of areas, and though they withdraw, seconds later they're back with more of the lube.

"Dimitri," I gasp, uncertain of what to make of the new sensations that threatens to undo me. But when one finger presses into my ass, it sends a strange jolt right to my clit. I'd barely been aware of how the feelings were tied together when he was fucking me, assuming they'd been separate and yet good.

But now my pussy is robbed of any sensation but tingling aftereffects, and still I feel it. That throbbing, that dark, shameful desire. I press in against him, his finger spreading me open, and my lashes flutter down.

I can't handle seeing anything right now. Knowing what I must look like to him as he exposes my every little secret. It's too overwhelming, and he adds another finger slowly, easing me open. I've never felt anything like this, the strangeness of the sensation combatting with the pleasure.

"You've never toyed with yourself," he states, the first thing he's said to me in what feels like eternity. I shake my head, platinum hair mussed up from the blanket and his fist.

"Good. How's that feel?"

"Strange," I say, my voice croaking from hoarseness.

He thrusts his fingers slowly, and I feel his cock bob against my leg, still stiff as a log. It's humiliating and yet at the same time... to know that what he sees turns him on makes it so much nicer. Some of the tension fades from my shoulders as he massages me with his fingers, slowly spreading me open.

It's intense, so intense, and I suck in a breath, holding onto it.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I... I don't know."

"You nearly got yourself killed tonight, Sarah. But I warned you about that already and you didn't listen. Even with your spanking, I doubt that would stop you from doing it again, though it might stop you from sitting for a while. And honestly, I doubt what I'm going to do would stop you either. But ever since you came back into my life, I wanted to make you mine. Wholly. Fully. Every last inch of you."

I shudder, because I want that too. But the darkness in his voice, that hardness, mixed with what I saw him doing earlier...

"Every last hole," he adds with a growl.

If I wasn't so exhausted and turned on and scared, would I run from him? Would I take off, disappear into New York, far from Dimitri and his crimes?

He may have killed someone just hours ago, and yet here I am, craving for him to defile me in every way imaginable.

His fingers withdraw, and in their place is the throbbing hardness. He rubs along me, slippery and heated. I can't tell if he's simply playing with me or making my nerves come alive, but either way, I love it. I want more.

I've always been a pretty good girl. I made it to my twenties as a virgin, and the worst things I've done have all involved Dimitri.

His hand goes to my back, tracing over the wings between my shoulder blades, the tattoo I wasn't supposed to get. He pauses there, his cock at my rear entrance, and speaks in a graveled tone.

"Beg me, Sarah. Tell me you want this."

I'm torn. Part of me wants it, and not just because I think I deserve punishment. I know I do.

But his words speak to a more primal place, making me ask for something I couldn't ever imagine wanting and yet with him, I do. For him, I do. Because he wants it, and because it turns him on, and because it turns me on too.

I've never been ashamed of my desires, not really, but they've been safely tucked away, forgotten about in the chaos of life until he woke me up again.

"I... I want it, Dimitri," I say softly, my voice quivering with uncertainty that I don't feel. It's just that the words feel strange, that wanting it feels wrong.

His hand cracks against the side of my ass, and my eyes fly open as I gasp. It's so sharp, and so wrongly delicious.

The same hands that were responsible for brutally beating a man just hours before, maybe even killing him, were used to make my ass sting, to stretch a hole on my body I'd never even imagined giving up to a man. It was a sick, perverse kind of feeling, and he makes me whimper and writhe.

I can feel him pressing that thick crown of his cock against me, my poor little anal pucker stretched by his digits. My spine arches in a feline sort of manner, and my knuckles are white from grasping the bed's blankets so tight, but he's forcing that dark, purple tip into me, and suddenly that warm up - that slow, meticulous easing of my tight little star - seemed like hardly enough.

"C'mon," he growls, using careful force to wedge his girth into that dark crevice of my body, betwixt my two spread ass cheeks.

A searing sensation floods me, the pain and pleasure so intertwined that I can't separate them, even if I wanted to. It was a perfect blend of punishment and reward, and I push back towards him just a half of an inch, enough to make my toes curl and my breathing hitch.

"Oh God," I mutter, my mind a blur. But when his hand dips between the fronts of my thighs, pressing down on my clit, I want him more than anything I've ever wanted in my life.

"Now," I gasp. "Oh God, right now."

But it's not like him pushing into my pussy, it's slower. Much tougher to bear. And even though he's easing that dick into my tight little rear so gently, it's like having a molten rod of steel inserted into my ass. It's excruciating and blissful all at once!

I've never felt so full as when this pulsating shaft of his begins to edge its way into me. He's grunting, grinding his teeth as he pushes in, all that power and strength coiled up in his hardened muscles, being put to careful use as he inserts himself in with the aid of my own pussy's juices and the additional lube. Though I'm hardly aware of that at all, not with him feeding more and more of that thick, veiny girth into me with each passing moment.

Every pulse of his heart makes his cock swell, forcing me open, filling me with sensations I couldn't have imagined.

"Wait!" I gasp when it becomes too much, and he stills, his hand rubbing my clit, distracting me from the pain as well as adding an additional thrum of energy within me. He's careful, even when he's mad at me. Even when he should, by all rights, be rid of the nosy girl that's following him around.

I put him in danger, and yet even now, even taking me in such a primal way, his touch is filled with affection.

"Okay," I breathe out, ready for more.

I instantly regret it though; how could I say I was ready? There's no such thing as ready for his thick, pulsating cock being shoved up my ass! I'm crying out, writhing as he's impaling me upon that large, gorgeous tool of his. And all the while he's giving these low, lewd grunts, his dick bulging with the delighted excitement for claiming me once more.

"Bozhe Moi," he curses in a low, guttural voice, so growling and rough. "Tighter than your little pussy even." His fingers toy with my slit, wet little noises emanating as he teases and excites my nerves, trying to distract me from the rod that's sinking in, filling my whole anal cavity.

I topple forwards, grateful for the pillows that keep me propped up. My arms and legs are exhausted, but he's keeping me on the brink of pleasure. Every part of me feels something. The tension between my shoulders, the wet throbbing between my thighs, the rush of my blood in my veins. It all feels so much more significant and I cry out as he settles within me.

It hurts, but it's a good hurt. The kind of hurt I can take for him.

Though each moment I get close to being comfortable with his immense dick lodged within me, a throb of desire passes through his length and I gasp, squirm or shudder. It's a precarious balance, and it can't last long.

In fact, it won't. Because as he grasps my hips tighter, and begins to tug on back, it's that intense feeling all over again. My tacky insides against his slick, lubed up cock; the first insertion done, but it's barely even begun.

He retracts his hand from my clit, and a rough slap cracks across my ass cheek.

"Mmm, I love watching this ass of yours ripple and shake like that," he growls at me, the stinging in my red ass cheeks at least distracting from the intensity of his dick straining my ass.

And his words, his spoken desire... It's like the mess I got myself into last night is finally melting away, and we're back to normal with one another. Back to where we should be. That's worth more than the pain, more than the punishment.

"You're too big," I gasp, my head dizzy with the intoxication of our sex.

He smacks my ass again to remind me of who is in charge; of what matters here. I narrowly avoided death, and compared to that, I suppose having Dimitri's thick, throbbing cock up my ass isn't so bad.

Though maybe I should rethink that, because he's thrusting back in now, faster than before and my eyes are rolling back into my head with the intensity of it. A low, guttural sound escaping my throat as he's holding my hips and ass, and making me his.

"Take it," he hisses, sliding his hand back around to pet my aching pussy, to soothe my straining ass. "Be a good little girl for once," he growls as his hips begin to see-saw back and forth, pumping my rear full of his meaty shaft.

The dam breaks, and all the pain and exhaustion is swept away by wave after wave of intense pleasure. I scream into the blanket, my entire body igniting with sensation. I writhe, try to escape him, the ecstasy growing too much, too fast, but it's useless. He's too strong, holding me right where he needs me as my body pulses and clenches his cock.

That tight milking of his shaft makes him moan, and I know he's close. I had him close when he was inside my pussy still. But even as his dick tenses, throbs, he pushes on, building up his pace just a little more, those heavy, cum-laden balls of his smacking against my pussy and clit as he starts to abandon caution. Starts to fuck my ass rougher.

My scream intensifies, as does all the sensations in my body. I almost feel ready to cry, not because it hurts, but just because it is the most intense thing I've ever experienced. Spying on the mob, getting caught, being spanked and fucked by a man that I love?

It's enough to nearly blow my mind.

Or maybe it already has, because as he's pounding my ass, making those cheeks jiggle with each impact, I'm only realizing that I'm already mid-scream, crying out as he's fucking me like a banshee gone wild. All the while he's moaning and tightening that steely grip upon my body, making me his. Completely his.

He pants, gasps, and his leanly muscled body is coated in a sheen of perspiration as he grows closer to his own finale. To the point of no return. Unable to hold it off any longer I can feel him swell within me, straining the narrow little canal of my ass as he's about to blow.

"Take it." He tweaks my clit one final time, pinching that sensitive bundle. "Take it!" he exclaims a mere moment before his balls finish tightening, and he unloads. Thick, creamy streams of his seed blasting into my ass, filling up my rear as I cry out and lose my mind with the blend of sensations, all extreme.

The minutes blur together, his body weight dropped atop mine, both of us spent and exhausted. The sun is high in the sky, and neither of us have slept a wink.

But still, he has enough control over himself to pull back, disappearing to the bathroom and returning with the washcloth. Even after all that, he still cares. He still pampers me.

Cruel, brutal, ruthless. Dimitri's all those things, but he's tender and caring as he uses that warm cloth to clean up the creamy white seed that drools from my gaping hole. He strokes my hair with one hand, leaning in and kissing my temple, all as he tidies away the mess he'd made of my abused little pucker.

"You did very well," he says in a low husky. "When you were not disobeying, that is."

It makes me laugh, and I'm so grateful that the tension between us has faded, at least for now. He leaves for another moment, coming back with a small little ointment bottle, opening it and putting some of the clear jelly on his finger before rubbing it on the fleshy part of my ass where he'd struck.

His powerful hand makes careful little swirls to rub the soothing balm into my flesh, dulling the sting and ache of his punishment. Chasing away the rough edge of its hurt to leave only the twinge of its memory.

Moments later and he's pulling the pillows from beneath me, throwing them back to the head of the bed before he closes the blinds, blocking out the burning sun.

"For now, we sleep. We'll talk about what we're going to do next tonight," he says as he returns to bed with me, tugging my half-conscious body into his. He's so strong and warm, and in seconds, I'm asleep.

Chapter 20.

When I finally wake up, it's already getting dark, and Dimitri's not in bed with me but I can smell something amazing. I grab one of Dimitri's shirts, my butt still smarting from my earlier punishment. I glance at it in the mirror and see angry red streaks across it, but instead of feeling embarrassed or upset, they bring me a sense of strange calm that I've never felt before.

I pad out to the kitchen where there's takeout bags littered along the table and a banquet atop the fine wood.

"Ah, I figured you'd be waking soon," he says, and his smile is... sweet. That dangerous edge, that anger that I know he felt, has disappeared, replaced with the Dimitri I knew. The sweet, seductive, rebellious Dimitri.

I'm not scared, and that fact is the only thing that bothers me.

"I ordered from Chinar." I recognize it as a Russian restaurant we went to once or twice with our parents.

"I didn't know they delivered."

He shrugs.

"I sent someone."

I raise my brow but don't push it. Instead, I look at the feast before me.

"Dimitri, I can't eat all this."

He shakes his head as he joins me at the table. It hurts to sit, but it's just a reminder of what we've done, what he's done to me, and it sends a thrill to my loins. My nipples stiffen against my shirt, and I pray he doesn't notice.

"You need to eat. To heal up." He begins to point out the dishes to me, making sure I know the difference between the Venison and the rack of lamb, the salmon spring rolls and the smoked duck breast with berries. In the center lay a small tray of what looks like French pastries, and my mouth is watering like mad. I've not eaten in almost a day, and I'm starving.

He pours up two glasses of wine, waiting for me to take my first few bites and moan my appreciation before his expression darkens.

"How long did you stay at the charity ball?"

I can't say I didn't anticipate the interrogation.

"An hour, maybe longer. I ran into Samantha, you remember her?"

He nods, and my gaze falls towards the food.

"Dimitri, did you know my father left me a trust?"

"I had assumed he'd have left you something, da."

"She said dad was worth 1.1 billion dollars."

He nods again, as if this were common knowledge. And I guess it is, I'd just never wanted to know. After I lost everything, I tried to cut that part of my life completely out so that I wouldn't miss the money or the ease of living. I told myself it made me stronger to be poor and embrace it, and that lamenting it would just be me living in the past.

"I'm supposed to get it when I turn 21, I guess. And with Rebecca's passing, I guess you're going to get something as well."

He leans back in the chair, looking at me with a calm expression on his face.

"Then we will go see the lawyer in the morning. We've been putting her off for long enough."

My shoulders relax and I take in a deep breath.

"Thanks, Dimitri."

"Sure. We will go in the afternoon, after making an appearance at the office."

The office. I haven't even thought about going back to work. Not that I even really have a job anymore, that I know of. After Rebecca died, after all, my reason for working there disappeared.

The fact that I haven't even wondered about where my rent would come from this month, though, tells me that maybe I didn't distance myself from being wealthy as much as I thought. I'd just assumed Dimitri would take care of me.