Page 4 of The Broken Promises
“Dmitri!” Sasha squeals when I wrestle her to the bed. She lies on the remote control and ends up turning on the TV. She charms me with a smile before saying, “I’m sorry.”
I throw the remote control and push her higher onto the bed. When I'm about to kiss her, the actress on TV screams. I panic and grab my reserved gun under the bed.Damn it.Sasha freezes, and I calm her with kisses.
Sasha has trouble sleeping. There are only two ways she can sleep soundly. Tiring her eyes using the television or exhausting her with multiple orgasms. The latter works better, but I've been busy these days. Gabriel always has some invitations that I can't decline. If it's not for a party, it's to discuss some problem in his business that affects the organization. So, Sasha often sleeps with the TV's help. She leaves the remote on her side. Sometimes, she lies on it while sleeping, and it will turn on, startling and prompting me to grab the closest gun I can reach.
“It’s okay. Breathe,” I whisper.
Sasha blows a slow breath and smiles. She reaches for my gun and pushes it away. I kiss her quickly and return the gun. She walks to the TV and turns it off before turning back to me with a naughty smile.
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
Sasha keeps her eyes on me while walking back to the bed. She stumbles on a magazine and loses her balance. I rush to Sasha and catch her in my arms. She remains in my arms for a while with a wandering look in her eyes. Her heartbeat becomes stronger as her heart thumps against my chest.
She looks back into my eyes and touches my face. This is how we first met as adults. When I caught her at the hotel. She was heavier but still just as beautiful. And once again, her eyes and heat are telling me she's mine.
“You have lousy feet for somebody who dances well,” I tell her. Sasha steps back from me, blushing. “What exactly were you trying to do?”
Sasha frowns and stumps back to the bed. I laugh and pull her back before she can climb on top. "It's no use, Dmitri. I started on the wrong foot," she tells me with a giggle.
“Well, good thing you have two,” I counter. “Show me, please.”
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Sasha
Dmitri sits on the bed and charms me with a smile. His blue eyes possess my soul. I remember how his eyes attracted me when we met at the hotel. Then and now, he looks at me like I'm the loveliest woman he has ever looked at. I still question how he can be so obsessed with me – as Sasha. He told me the story of how he almost became my husband. Even as a child, he already wanted me.Ah.Why didn’t he come and see me before I met Gabriel? Things would have been better. Papa would still be alive. And Gabriel… he wouldn’t be in my life.
I take a deep breath and smile at Dmitri. Since Lily and I agreed to halt my revenge plan, I might as well do as she suggested. And maybe, Dmitri can convince me to stop my plans and be happy with him.
Dmitri chuckles when I start swaying my hips while pretending to have a pole behind me. His laugh becomes silent as his eyes turn greedy while I untie my robe. I giggle when I hear him blow a heavy breath. He has seen me naked and touched every inch of me, but he keeps looking at my body like it's the first.
His lustful look pumps up my naughtiness. I take his hand and urge him to stand; Dmitri plays along and allows me to use him as my pole. He laughs while I twerk but gasps when I slide my silk lingerie off my skin – leaving me only in my lace thongs. Dmitri tries to reach my crotch, but I playfully spank his hand, making him laugh heartily.
"I have a confession to make," I whisper to him while unbuttoning his shirt. I place a finger on his lips, stopping his reply. He only flashes a dashing smile. He breathes against my face when I draw on his torso. "When I was dancing, and this woman was…"
I frown when I remember how Dmitri was before. He had zero respect for women; they were like trash to him. Doubt came rushing through me again. He may be sweet and caring to me, but I don't think he'll throw away his ways. I stop moving when I remember what Gabriel and I did in that mirrored room before it became a chamber of my nightmare.
Probably one of the reasons Dmitri and Gabriel hit it off well is their fetish. They love making women submit to them – training them to turn pain and humiliation into pleasure. Part of me is attracted to that pleasure, but I don't want to be that woman again. I know how it is to be a real slave. I don't want to be one again, even if it is pretend.
"You want to know if I still have other women?" Dmitri asks when my mind drifts away. I answer with a nod – but it's only half the answer. He showers me with gentle kisses before saying, "Sex is part of my life, Sicily. Just because I enjoy unconventional sex, I can't love."
“But how can you love somebody without loyalty?”
"It won't be cheating if you know it," Dmitri's answer disappoints me. His honesty is attractive, but I am disappointed with his truth.
Dmitri pulls me close and caresses my face while guiding me to look at him. "We should do a threesome," his suggestion appalls me. I'm trying to win his loyalty, but he's doing the opposite.
“A threesome?” The idea intrigues me, but I refuse to give in.
“A third person can add fun to what we have. It can also assure you that despite having another person there, I’ll always be yours,” Dmitri explains. He halts his explanation when his phone rings. I frown when a woman’s name appears. “Let’s give it a try tonight.
“No.”
Dmitri brushes his nose against my neck while inhaling my scent. “Please. We’ll stop if you really don’t like it.”
I should decline but hope and excitement fill Dmitri's eyes.A threesome.I want to throw the idea out of my head. I can’t step into this kind of lifestyle. When Gabriel convinced me to try bondage and submission, I allowed him. I may have liked it, but it became something I hated along with him. It might happen with Dmitri, and it scares me.
I don't want to lose Dmitri. But he might find me boring if I don't give in to him.