DIMA (Filthy Rich Alphas)

I still wasn’t sure about where we were going and if our relationship could continue.

How long will I have fun with him?

Eventually, we would need to end this. It’s not always going to be like this. Other moments could come where I wouldn’t like the criminal activity.

Thunder rumbled outside.

I left the bathroom

Think about it tomorrow. No use worrying about it before bed.

I turned off my light and climbed into bed. “Dima. Dima.”

Thunder boomed more. Light flashed by the balcony doors as rain battered against it.

It would have been nice to be in his big arms tonight.

Sighing, I sank under the covers and enjoyed the comfortable bed.

I can’t stop being with him too soon. We could do this. . .for a while.

We deserved more fun.

Then. . .after that, we can go our separate ways.

Bumping sounded by the balcony.

I opened my eyes.

What was that?

The bump came again. Then, the lightning flashed by the balcony. The silhouette of a huge man appeared. Gasping, I sat up in bed. Darkness returned. I couldn’t see what was on the balcony anymore.

Was that real?

My heart boomed in my ears.

The next sound wasn’t a bump. Instead, it was a click.

Leo?

I froze in horror, trying to make myself scream, but no noise left my mouth.

The door opened, bring in moonlight and the noise of battering of rain.

Dima stepped inside. Water dripped all over his bare chest and soaked his yellow pajama pants. He shut the door behind him.

I found my voice. “Are you serious?”

“I am.” He walked over to the table and picked up two towels that were left for me.

“You just scared me.”

He dried off his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“You climbed the wall during a storm?”

“I did.”

“Because?”

“My mother has two guards outside your door. Apparently, they’re protecting your virginal dignity.”

I glanced back at the closed door. “Really?”

“Really.” He peeled off the pajama pants. His cock swung by his thighs with the movement. He dried the thick length and his legs.

I watched him. Lust fogged my head. “Dima, you still didn’t have to climb onto the balcony.”

“I know you’re impressed, but before you think what I did was so gallant—”

“I don’t. That was dangerous.”

“I’ve climbed the walls to these balconies many times before. Back in the day, I did it because I was bored. Tonight, I did it because I was horny and in desperate need of you next to me.”

I grinned. “Your mother doesn’t want you here.”

“Correction. She doesn’t want to support my having premarital sex with you under her roof, but she doesn’t mind if I sneak it.”

“I doubt that was the message.”

“That’s what I put in my notes.” He dried himself off some more. “Regardless, I’m going nowhere.”

My smirk shifted to a wicked grin. “And if I scream for my guards?”

“Then, you’ll get them harmed.” He slung the towel to the side and charged for the bed.

I shrieked. He landed on the bed. The mattress rocked with his weight. Seconds later, he had me on my back as he hovered over me.

“My naughty Rose.” Taunting my senses, he lowered and slipped his mouth against mine, never consuming my lips, never sucking on my tongue like I yearned.

A soft moan left from me.

I rose and tried to kiss him.

He moved out of my reach. “Ms. Walsh, do you promise not to make too much noise?”

I chuckled.

“Sounds like I’ll have to cover your mouth while I fuck you.” He gazed around the bed. “Or maybe I should stuff it with something. Hmmm. What should I put in your mouth?”

“Your cock.”

He nipped at my bottom lip. “I love the way you suck it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He yanked hard at my pajama top. It stretched. Two buttons popped. It opened. “You should have been naked when I entered.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I told everyone at the table I would.”

“Yes, but I was hoping you were joking.”

“I never joke about fucking you.”

He yanked more at my shirt until it was open and my bare breasts was exposed to him. His hands were all over me next. Slipping away the top.

I moaned, “Dima.”

His fingers were cold and damp, yet I loved every touch. His cock pressed hard against my stomach. He had my pants off in seconds. Those pajamas were no match for his hands.

I thought Dima was going to flip me over and fuck me.

Instead, he grabbed my legs, raised them, and kept my ankles in the air. “Are you wet for me?”

A shiver of desire ran through me. “Yes.”

“Are you sure, Ms. Walsh?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Hmmm.” He took in the sight of me—my lying on my back with my legs in the air and my pussy open wide to him. Still holding my ankles, he grunted. “Put me in.”

I slipped my hands down and grabbed his cock. I trembled from my fingertips touching the hard, stiff length.

He watched me shiver again as I placed his bulbous mushroom tip along my wet opening. He grunted again and pushed an inch of his cock into me.