Undercover Part 2
Rose relayed the information over the phone, staring at where the van had been parked before driving away. Abe had asked them to follow the Moroi until they left the club, and they had—Dimitri had a new task to complete.
As soon as Rose ended the conversation with her father, Dimitri took her hand in his and led her away from the road. Groups of people stood outside the club; the line to enter was long enough to bend around the corner. It was crowded, but Dimitri was desperate and eager to get revenge for the state Rose left him in.
Rose had a slight skip to her step as she followed; a smirk on her face, already guessing what he had in mind. He pulled her into the alley's shadows, concealed in the darkness between buildings just enough that passersby wouldn't notice. Dimitri took both of Rose's wrists in hand, pinning them above her head and pressing her back to the wall.
"What are you doing, comrade?" Rose faked confusion, eyes wide with mock scandal.
Dimitri covered her mouth with his, stealing her breath away before moving to her jaw and then her ear. "Why must you always push me?"
"I don't know what you mean."
With a growl, Dimitri angled his hip to meet hers, grinding his painful erection against her.
Rose dropped the pretense. "Oh. That."
"Yes," he replied in a low tone; lips on her throat, "that."
"Maybe," she started, lifting one leg slightly, "it's because I want you to break. Lose control, Dimitri." Rose tilted her head back until their eyes met, "Have some fun."
Dimitri released her wrists and gripped her thighs instead, hitching her and pinning her to the wall with his hips. Rose laughed, wrapping her legs and arms around him, grinning into the kiss when he reclaimed her lips. Sex in a public spot had always been an interest for Rose, granted she never believed Dimitri would ever agree to it—until now.
Voices from the street and music from the club concealed any sound they made. Clothes were quickly shifted until they were no longer an obstacle; Dimitri kept as close to Rose's body as he could, using his large form to shield her from any curious eyes that might stare too long into the shadows.
He muffled her moans and hitches of breath with his mouth and swallowed each sound. They might be having sex in public, but the sound she made when he entered her was for his ears only. Rose was practically bent in half, bent legs supported in the crook of his elbows; she was at the will of Dimitri, holding on as he thrust into her.
"Fuck…Dimitri."
"Are you close?" he asked as their foreheads touched. Dimitri stilled when she nodded. "Would be a shame if I left you on the edge like this." He withdrew a few inches, teasing her, "I could make you wait until we got home and then take my time with you."
Rose's nails dug into his shoulders, eyes narrowed. "Don't you fucking dare."
The corner of his lip pulled up, "Of course, Roza."
Dimitri's hips snapped forward, thrusting deep and hard, chasing that completion that had been dangling before them. Their lips met again, silencing each other as they finally fell over the edge.