Where Darkness Lies
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There goes my chest again.
“He’s good. It’s good. Call me as soon as you can.”
I drop my head, taking a deep breath.
“Okay. Bye.”
She turns the phone off and lets out a deep, emotional sigh. Then she turns and sees me standing at the door. There’s something about her face, I can’t quite pinpoint what it is. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are sparkling. Those people, they bring out a beauty in her. They make her happy. They make her whole. It’s written all over her.
“Hey,” she whispers and then holds the phone up. “I called Hendrix.”
“I heard,” I say, walking out.
“He’s going to call me as soon as he can.”
I nod and grab a chair, spinning it around and sitting on it, pressing the back of it to my chest. I rest my chin on it and stare at her.
“You good?”
She nods, and her cheeks pinken just slightly.
“I’m good.”
“Hungry?”
She nods.
I grin.
Fuck, this girl is consuming me. For the first time in my entire time of seeking revenge, I woke up without thinking about killing him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jess
God,” I groan, rubbing my belly. “I’m so full.”
“You ate more than me,” Dimitri grins.
“I was hungry.”
“Sure you ain’t a man beneath all that beauty?”
“Well,” I say, leaning back to ease the pressure in my belly. “I can’t be entirely sure . . . I mean there was that secret operation when I was a baby.”
“Ha ha,” he smirks. “Your pussy is too nice to have ever been a dick.”
I shake my head and get up, walking over and sitting on the large, soft couch. Dimitri gets up, coffee in hand, and joins me. I shuffle closer to him and sigh.
“Is this for real?”
He puts his arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, baby, I think it is.”
I smile and close my eyes, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“Do you remember them?”
“Huh?” I ask, not understanding his question.
“Your parents, do you remember them?”
I smile, but it’s a sad one. “Not really, but I do remember some things.”
“Tell me?”
“My dad was really happy. The funny kind of happy. I remember he always told me jokes. My momma was beautiful. I recall loving her long, red hair. I used to spend hours brushing it, because I just loved how it felt against my fingers. Each night when I would sleep, they would sing to me, this one song I still remember even after all these years.”
“What was it?”
I flush. “I can’t sing it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t sing.”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never heard it.”
I laugh softly. “Be thankful. I’ve heard geese that sound prettier.”
He chuckles. “Go on, Jess. Sing.”
“Fine, but if you laugh, I’ll stab you.”
He doesn’t answer, but I feel his chest tremble with laughter. I close my eyes and remember the song my parents used to sing. It was a rhyme that was in a children’s book we read once.
“Little Sir Echo, how do you do? Hello . . . Hello. Little Sir Echo, I’m very blue. Hello . . . Hello. Hello. Hello. Won’t you come over and play? You’re a nice little fellow, I know by your voice, but you’re always so far away.”
I finish singing and a lump forms in my throat. Dimitri places a hand on the back of my neck and gives it a light squeeze, letting me know he’s still there and everything is okay.
“I told you,” I croak. “A goose.”
“Prettiest fuckin’ goose I ever heard.”
Pretty sure I just fell in love with him in that tiny second.
God help me.
“God, Dimi,” I gasp, feeling my back ram against the cold brick wall.
Dimitri’s hands are on my ass, and his fingers are digging into my flesh. He’s using me as leverage for his thrusts. His cock is driving deep, hard and fast. His groans are throaty and the sound has everything clenching inside me in the best possible way. My hands are wrapped around his biceps; my shirt is jacked up exposing my breasts. Every now and then he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“So fuckin’ good around my cock,” he groans. “So fuckin’ good.”
“Dimitri!”
We hear Luke’s voice coming through the door. We’re outside the house and around the corner against the wall. The door is closed but obviously Luke can come right out.
“Fuck off,” Dimitri growls.
“It’s urgent. I need you here now.”
Dimitri thrusts harder, faster, bringing me closer to the edge. I cry out and his hand quickly leaves my hip and presses against my mouth as he drives me higher and higher. Our skin is slapping together; we’re both panting and sweating. I’m going to come so hard, I can feel it in every inch of my body.
When I get there, I throw my head back and scream into Dimitri’s hand, clenching around him, feeling my own arousal coat his cock so he is able to move harder and faster to his own release. With a shudder and a throaty moan, he follows close behind me, pulsing hard and deep. When we’ve stopped panting, he slowly lifts me off him, placing me with care back on my feet.
I wobble but I manage to keep myself upright. I pull my top down and straighten my skirt and panties. It was literally a quick fuck. He looked at me, I looked at him, we started kissing and the next thing I knew he had his jeans down, my panties torn aside, and we were fucking, hard and sweet. Dimitri pulls the condom off and ties it, before shoving it into his pocket.