Page 37 of Viper’s Reign

My core clenches as I imagine the look on Dimitri’s face when he sees me in this. And I have to physically prepare myself before stepping out of the changing room.

The second I do, the whole mood shifts. For the first time since we started, he goes very still, the charged playfulness gone. Then slowly, he leans forward, his hands moving from the settee to his knees, his gaze arrested as it travels over me from the floor up.

This time, I don’t wait for him to ask. I spin on my own, letting the skirt sway around me, the slit parting to flash my thigh, the cape sleeve billowing out dramatically.

When I face him again, his expression is so intense it almost staggers me.

An unexpected giggle spills out of me, so bashful I instinctively lift my hand to cover it—like a burp. How graceful.

Dimitri doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s on his feet in one fluid movement, the air sparking with electric tension. “Get out,” he orders Beverly.

She leaves without a word, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving the two of us in the charged silence.

My heart trips, then picks up fast, the rapid thump-thump-thump drowning out everything else as he stalks toward me.

“You’re the most tempting, gorgeous woman I’ve ever met,” he growls, grabbing my face and pulling me into a deep, claiming kiss.

I move into it, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kiss him back eagerly.

He groans and deepens it—our tongues tangling, the addicting taste of him flooding my senses until I’m dizzy with need.

The kiss stretches on, long and bruising in the best way, and then his hands begin to move, sliding down my face and over my body until one slips through the thigh slit of the dress. His fingers trace the bare skin of my inner thigh, the touch climbing higher and hotter until his palm cups my pussy through my panties and presses firm against my clit.

Stars burst behind my eyelids, pleasure spiking so quickly and intensely I cry out into his mouth.

“Dimitri,” I moan needily, the sound muffled against his lips as my hips jerk involuntarily into his palm.

The kiss turns messy, our breaths rough and uneven as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and yanks them down in one swift tug. Cool air hits my exposed folds, and my thighs shift inward at the sudden bite.

Guiding me backward, he marches us straight into the fitting room wall, pinning me with the solid weight of him. Sweat trickles down my body, my pussy throbs. I’m trapped in a changing room closet with the man I’m supposed to poison, and he’s about to devour me.

I’m right where I want to be.

Without breaking the kiss, he runs his fingers through my slick heat and sinks two inside. He curls them, and we both groan, the sound vibrating between our joined mouths as my walls clutch around him, pulling him in, greedy and desperate.

The stretch burns so good, my arousal coating his hand as he slowly pumps in and out, his thumb grinding deliciously against my clit with every stroke.

“I want to hear you moan,” he orders.

The back of my head digs into the wall as I moan his name, my eyes sliding shut. “Louder,” he demands. “Fill the store with your cries. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

He keeps the rhythm steady, relentlessly building me up until my legs are shaking and the orgasm is coiled so tight inside me I can barely breathe. Then his lips move to nip at my ear, his thumb rolls over my engorged clit, his fingers curl at exactly the right angle, and as his mouth crashes back onto mine, I come apart completely, screaming into his mouth.

He swallows my screams whole, his tongue dominating mine, arm banded tightly around my waist, holding me through the tremors as I spasm around his fingers.

I’m still catching my breath when he spins me around, roughly enough that my palms slap against the wall for support. He rubs his hard cock against my ass through his pants, the thick length hot and insistent, making me arch back into him wantonly.

“Do you remember what I said?” he rasps against my neck, “the first time I fucked you?”

“I-I don’t remember anything right now,” I breathlessly admit.

“From now on, I finish inside you.”

Oh yeah.

“Well, I don’t have a fucking condom,” he snarls, the frustration thick in his voice as he presses closer. “I should have known to bring one.” His hands slip around to pinch my nipples, the sudden sting pulling a sharp gasp out of me. “You simply exist, and my cock begs to fuck you. I can’t think straight.”