The door to his home office was shut, but I did not allow the shiny wood to deter me. Instead, I simply pushed it open and stepped inside, taking in Dimitri in all his glory.
“Well, get them fucking relabelled then and move them to a different location. Must I hold your dick while you piss too? Or is that something that you’re actually capable of doing by yourself, because at this point, I might as well sit in your office and run the operation myself.”
I heard the man’s panicked blubbering on the other line as Dimitri only gripped the phone harder, his knuckles whitening in his irritation. As his gaze met mine, something within his face softened, but I was hard pressed to determine exactly what softened.
“Fine.” Dimitri’s tone was filled with anger, but I didn’t miss the way his gaze flicked down, taking in my messy appearance. I knew him - knew that he was probably thinking about how easy it would be to roll my jean cutoffs down my thighs - how fantastic it would feel to press me against his desk as he filled me. But I was not here for that.
There was a moment where Dimitri simply looked at me, his breathing increased as he sat in the chair, clutching the now disconnected phone. I knew that my breathing mirrored his - knew that even if now was not the time, it did absolutely nothing to stop my body from wanting him.
“Brenna and I are going to inspect the factory today - I want to try and see what else I can pick up from the site, and hopefully the men can then get started on the repairs.”
My voice was breathy and although we were talking about his warehouse, my mind was firmly on other things.
“I’ll come with you.”
I had expected nothing less.
“I cursed Lauren.” I whispered my confession, my hoarse voice suddenly too loud for this small space.
“The black candle?” He grunted his response, and even as I held his gaze, weighed his response, I found no judgement there - only acceptance. Damn Brenna for getting into my mind.
“Yeah.” The words were a sigh of relief. “They will retaliate though.”
I needed him to understand the consequences of my actions - even if I was prepared to shoulder them, he still needed to be aware.
“We’ll kill them” He spoke with such stark honesty that there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that that was exactly what he would do. He would burn the world down for me if he had to.
“I’m already killing their head Witch, I think less death will do.” I allowed the small smile to grace my lips as I spoke my truth.
But Dimitri did not allow me to hide behind small smiles and flippant statements, he saw me, as he always did. He rose from behind his desk, and in an instant, his warm body was pressed against mine, his hands skimmed my jawline.
“Death is my job, little Vedman, there is no need for you to blacken your soul with their darkness.”
“They tried to kill you.”
I let the words hang between us, let Dimitri see the fear that had fuelled my decision. It was all I could confess today - I wouldn’t be able to confess much else - not to him.
“It’s going to take more than an angry Witch to get rid of me.” He spoke the words against my neck as if they were both a threat and a promise, and I shivered beneath his palms pressed against my face.
“Never underestimate the anger of a Witch.” My teeth grazed his ear. “For she just may kill you.”
He pulled back slightly, his deep gaze held me in place.
“You looking to kill me, little Vedman? Even after I fucked you so nicely?’
“There’s nothing nice about the way you fuck me.”
Dimitri’s lips quirked up in the ghost of a smile. “And I’m not looking to kill you - at least not until you truly piss me off.”
“I’ll try not to piss you off by continuing to fuck you not so nicely.”
I didn’t realise how badly I needed the distraction of some simple flirtation with Dimitri. But as he smiled at me, the unease in my chest loosened as I tugged his lips to mine, needing to ground myself through the sins of the flesh.
When our tongues danced to the point of crescendo, we needed to make the decision to either up the ante, or end our exploration right there and then.
Dimitri wretched his lips from mine as he held me close, his deep unsteady breaths brushing the shell of my ear.
"When will she die?" His voice was low and gravelly against my neck, and it did absolutely nothing to quell the flutters of desire that pooled in the pits of my belly.