Lahat ng Kabanata ng I FELL INTO HIS TRAP: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

(Emily's POV)My eyes opened to a dark room, and confusion ran rampant until I saw the black sheet covering me and remembered I was in Dimitri's room. In his bed. With his body heat at my back. The clock on the nightstand said two-thirty a.m., which meant I was only asleep for thirty minutes before waking with a full bladder.The previous hours turned in my head. I'd anticipated sex and then for Dimitri to slap my ass on my way out the door. I didn't expect him to be gentle and then kiss me until I fell asleep. I hadn't known he had that kind of softness in him. It was more than I thought I'd ever get. I get what I've longed for days. I get what I needed. He get my virginity, for real this time. So why did I feel so... empty?God, I really was an emotional f*ck.I'm becoming weak again. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I should've given myself high hopes with this sex we had. Because we both knew that this won't work. I was taken by pleasure and so do he. No feelings involve except t

(Emily's POV)I woke among black sheets and a woodsy scent that consumed every one of my senses. Dimitri sat in a chair beside the bed. His eyes were lowered, and his elbows rested on his knees as he twisted my heart-shaped earring between his thumb and forefinger. A single turn of the synthetic diamond symbolized our relationship: He held my heart in the palm of his hand, bringing it out to play sometimes before putting it back in his pocket to be forgotten.He wasn't aware I was awake, and I took the opportunity to view his private moment. Still, in nothing but his briefs, his hair glinted in the sunlight and was mussed as if he'd been running his hands through it all night. He was ink and vengeance and so very human beneath cold, steel armor.In this wintery Italian fortress, the sight of him created a sharp ache in my chest that threatened to rip me in half.I wondered if Dimitri's conscience was responsible for him changing his mind about leaving me for dead, or simply the fact

(Emily's POV)Dimitri dropped me onto his bed from a height that made me bounce and fell on top of me. Roughly, lips and teeth ran down my throat, drawing a sigh from me. Even bracing himself on his forearms, he was heavy. The weight was perfect, yet so consuming, a fleeting thought of self-preservation rose to the surface.Though all uncertainty was forgotten when he pushed my dress to my waist, pressed his face between my legs, and inhaled.He pulled my thong to the side and slid his tongue inside me.I groaned, my hips arched, and my hand found purchase in his hair. My legs fell open farther when he licked up to my clit, a shudder running through me."God, yes," I breathed. My fingers tightened in his hair to hold him right there, but he shook off my grip before moving his mouth back down to my entrance. I made a noise of frustration, which turned into a moan when he fucked me with his tongue.He pulled back, yanked my thong down my legs, and tossed the fabric to the floor. His gaz

(Emily's POV)My breath was still ragged, Dimitri having just rolled off me. The simple action left me cold inside and distracted me from the heavy feeling. I needed to either leave or strike up a conversation. I chose the latter. "What did you tell me you did for work that night when I asked?""I went into detail about my chimney sweep business," he answered lazily.I blinked. "You're kidding, right?""Nope." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Never thought a woman would throw herself at me after I told her I made minimum wage."A blush rose to my already flushed cheeks, even now, while lying naked beside the devil. "I didn't hear you.""I know that now. You were too busy working up the courage to maul me.""I did not maul you." I frowned. "That's such an aggressive word." He laughed. "You were beyond sweet all night. I didn't expect at the end of it you'd practically beg me to enter you in a public hallway." Then he added thoughtfully. "I almost did."That was why he p

(Emily's POV)The next morning, I woke up to shouting. The sound is distant, but my eyes pop open all the same.I'm alone in bed. Dimitri is gone.I don't feel abandoned. For one thing, he left me in his room, when only a few days ago he chased me out of here in a rage. Things have changed between us.I have no time to ponder on that, or to bask in pleasurable memories of the night before. I slip out of the bed, finding my panties and the nightgown. That's ripped past repair, so I pull on Dimitri's discarded shirt instead. It comes down to mid-thigh and smells like him, like cigarettes and mandarin oranges.I hurry out of the room, and down the hallway, but the argument is already finished before I can catch what it's about. I see the doors of the billiards room thrown open, with Amy and Cleo stalking off in one direction, and Lucio walking away in another.I don't see Dimitri at all, but I'm guessing he's still inside.I hurry down the stairs, barefoot. I'm sure my hair is a tangled