Page 42 of His Ruthless Vow

I try doing what he's asked, laughing under my breath because this is so him. I brace my palms on the chair back and look over my shoulder. “If this chair tips, I’m blaming you.”

“It won’t tip," he says, stepping in behind me and pushing my shirt up over my back. His hands slide my shorts and panties down to my knees and he groans. “God, this is a good angle." He palms my ass and spreads me open with his thumbs. Then his fingers stroke through me, and I drop my head between my arms.

“You’re already wet,” he says. “That hand job got you going too.”

“Your grinding on me got me going. Don’t flatter yourself too much.”

“Ah, but I'm right. You wanted me too.” He slides one finger into me, then a second, and curls them. I push back onto his hand and he makes a low sound. “There she is.”

“Don’t get smug.”

“Too late.” He fingers me slowly, thrusting as his thumb pushes down on my clit at the same time. His other hand holds my hip so I stay on the chair as he kisses my hip then bites my butt cheek and keeps talking. “You look so good like this, bent over my kitchen chair."

“God. Yes. like that."

“Keep talking.” He adds a third finger and finds the spot that makes my arms shake. “I like you mouthy when I have my hand in you.”

I grip the back of the chair harder. “If you stop, I’ll kill you," I groan, clenching on him as he continues finger fucking me.

“I’m not stopping.” He keeps working me from behind, thumb brushing my clit while his fingers stroke inside me. “I told you. It’s my day off. You’re mine.”

“I was already yours.”

“Then take it.” He curls his fingers again and I rock back to meet him, breathless, still smiling even as my thighs start to tremble.

Every thrust pushes me higher and closer, and that thumb is magic on my clit, circling and pushing in pulses. I clench and relax, whimpering and gritting my teeth the closer I get. And when my body starts to really ache I know it’s gonna happen any second.

“I’m close.”

“Yeah? Then let go."

The first flutter hits and I grip the chair back hard, panting and whimpering. Then it takes me. I come hard around his fingers, pulsing in tight waves that lock my thighs and make my whole body stiffen and twitch.

Dimitri holds my hip so I don't fall over and keeps his thumb on my clit while I clench and soak his hand. Another wave rolls over the first, and I bite down on my wrist, groaning as my belly goes tight with a contraction. My knees grind into the wood painfully but moving would be a sin at this point. It's too incredible. He works me through every pulse until the last one fades and I slump forward, panting.

He eases his fingers out of me and steadies my hip when my legs feel useless. “You okay?”

“I’m okay.” I chuckle, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Well, of course I am," he says, kissing my hip again. His hand rubs a gentle circle on my ass cheek before he taps a few times. "Up," he says, and I obey like a good girl because I know what's coming next.

He helps me down off the chair. I have to step out of my shorts slowly because I'm not graceful like this, and he keeps an arm around my waist the whole time. Then he kisses me, careful of my belly that’s still contracting, and reaches for his shirt.

Our lips are torn apart as he pulls away to mutter, “Counter."

“You’re putting me on the counter?" I lift an eyebrow and glance out the window. We're on the second floor and my shirt is still on, but honestly the neighbors across the alley could still see us.

“Yeah. There a problem with that?" He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it as I lean against the counter and watch him shove his pants and boxers down, then kick them aside with his socks. He is still hard from my hand earlier and from watching me come, and he doesn’t make a show of it. He just comes back to me naked and puts his hands on my waist.

"I guess not," I mumble, still a little shaky.

“Arms around my neck," he says before kissing me softly. When I don't lift them, he does, guiding them upward until I wrap my hands behind his neck.

“I can get up there.”

“I know but this is sexier," he says, grinning. He lifts me and sets me on the counter before he tugs my shorts and panties the rest of the way off and drops them, then steps between my knees and pulls me forward until I'm at the edge and my legs frame his hips. His hands run up my thighs, over my belly, up to my breasts; then he kisses me while I catch my breath.

I hook my ankles behind him. “You’re naughty.”