My body was drawing into itself, the pressure sweet and tense between my thighs. I stroked my clit to his harsh pace. He maintained the bite on my shoulder, like an animal in heat, a wolf pouncing on its mate.
“Give me your fingers.”
I pulled them away and lifted them over my shoulder. He sucked them into his mouth, his tongue licking them clean as he groaned and pounded me harder. My body was strung tight, his tongue on my fingers kicking my heat up a notch.
Once satisfied, he released them. “I want you to come on my cock.”
I snaked my fingers back down and rubbed my swollen nub. He sank his teeth into my shoulder again and fucked me roughly as I cried out and scraped against the tree. My pussy constricted and my hips tensed.
The tiny explosions grew inside me until I couldn’t stop the cresting wave.
“Sin!” My body shuddered as I came, and my mind went completely blank.
He growled into my skin and slammed inside me, staying deep as his cock kicked and shot in strong spurts. I let my hand fall and leaned my head against the tree. He grunted and thrust one more time before kissing the vicious bite mark that would surely bruise.
“I needed that. You. I needed you.” He rested his forehead against my shoulder and steadied his breathing.
I turned to him. “I needed you, too.”
He kissed me softly, his lips a gentle melody instead of the crashing crescendo of a few moments earlier.
“Stella?” Dmitri’s voice drifted on the warm air.
“Shit.” I pushed back against Sin.
He didn’t move, just shoved his hips forward, his half-mast cock sending a tingle through me.
“Krasivaya? We train?” His voice sounded closer.
“Sin, he’s going to see. Get off.”
“I already got off once. I’d like to do it again.” He smoothed a hand down my stomach and rubbed my too-sensitive clit.
“No.” I jerked at his touch.
“I like it when you fight.” His voice was a low rasp.
“You haven’t seen me fight. Not yet.” I tried to buck him, but it only pushed him in deeper.
He grunted and pulled my hair, still thrusting his cock slowly inside me. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Krasivaya?” Dmitri was close and getting closer.
Panic rose right along with my embarrassment at the thought of getting caught.
“Fight some more. Come on. You know I enjoy it.” Sin’s voice in my ear was hell, his mastery of my body, heaven.
“You asked for it.” I reached over my head and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking viciously while I simultaneously threw my elbow back.
He grunted and backed off enough so I could spin to face him. The move dislodged his cock, but I scraped my side on the tree bark as I went.
His eyes were full of amusement, even as he tilted his head to the side because of my grip of his hair. He shoved me back into the tree. “What now?”
“Now she throat punch you.” Dmitri walked around the trunk, and I scrambled to pull up my pants. My shirt had thankfully fallen to cover my breasts.
Sin, not caring about his state of undress, glared at Dmitri. “Get the fuck out of here. We’re busy.”
“She need practice.” Dmitri looked everywhere but at me.
“No shit. You’ve been teaching her to pull hair? That’s it?” Sin tucked his cock back in and zipped up. “That’s not good enough.”
“Not good enough for what?” Dmitri exploded forward until he and Sin were almost nose to nose. “What you do to her? What?”
“Fuck off, Russian. This won’t end well for you.” A wave of menace rolled off Sin like heat rising from pavement.
“Stop.” I pushed at their shoulders. Neither man backed away.
“Stay out of this, Krasivaya. If he will not tell me truth, I beat it from him.” Dmitri’s scowl would have made even the fiercest fighter balk, but it seemed to only make Sin angrier, more ready to spill blood.
“Let’s show him. Come on, Dmitri.” I backed away from the shadow beneath the tree and out into the sunny grass. An ache shot between my legs thanks to Sin’s attentions, but I had to separate the bristling men before they fought. “Let’s spar.”
“I rather spar with Sinclair.”
Shit. “Please?” I tried my best wheedling tone. “Don’t you want to help me get better?”
Soft-hearted Dmitri broke his death stare with Sin and glanced at me. “I do.”
“Come on then.” I brought my fists up. “I need help.”
Dmitri snarled at Sin. “This not over.”
Sin grinned. “Go on. Show me the tricks you learned in your Russian gutter. Let me see what I’ve been paying for.”
“Sin!” I hissed.
“What?” He shrugged as Dmitri turned and entered the sunlight with me. Crossing his arms over his chest, Sin tilted his chin up. “Show me what you’ve got besides hair pulling.”
“Position one, Krasivaya.”
I bent slightly at the knees and kept my hands up, palms open. Dmitri ran at me. I shifted my weight to the side, let him barrel past, and aimed a kicked at the back of his knee. He stumbled and then straightened.