Chapter 83 Forgive Me, Baby 🔞
Chapter 83 Forgive Me, Baby 🔞
Dmitry
She leans into my touch, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that catch the faint light filtering through the steam-filled bathroom. The sight of her like this—vulnerable, raw, reaching for me after everything—chips away at the sharp edges of my anger.
Her fingers trace slow circles over my chest, slick from the water still clinging to my skin, and I feel the apology building before she even speaks it.
“I’m sorry, Dmitry,” she whispers, her voice thick with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel shut out. Today… everything with Alec, the doctor’s words… it all crashed down on me and I thought—”
“You thought I wouldn’t understand.” I gently shake my head. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
My hand cups her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You’re my family, Gianna. The only family I’ve ever known.” I swallow hard. “You and Alec.”
Her face crumples. “I know.” She nods through fresh tears. “I’m sorry. It’s always been us.”
I search her face, the knot in my chest finally loosening enough for me to pull her closer beneath the cooling spray, my arms wrapping around her as she melts against me.
“I get it,” I murmur into her damp hair. “I know what it’s like watching the person you love most get ripped away from you.” My voice roughens. “It fucking hurts.”
I tighten my hold on her. “But Alec isn’t just your brother.”
“He’s mine too.”
These were one of the truest words I've ever uttered.
“We’re going to get through this together.” I press a kiss to her forehead before resting mine against it. “No more shutting me out, okay?”
She nods immediately, burying her face against my chest. “No more shutting you out.”
Her body melts against mine, soft curves pressing into hard muscle, and for a heartbeat, the tension eases into something warmer, more intimate.
But then she shifts, dropping lower with a determination that catches me off guard, her knees hitting the wet tile as her hands slide down my torso, nails grazing lightly over my abs.
My cock twitches at the closeness, already half-hard from the feel of her earlier touches, but I reach down, fingers threading into her damp hair to tug her back up. “Gianna, you don’t have to—”
She doesn’t let me finish, her eyes locking onto mine with that fierce spark I love and hate in equal measure, her lips brushing teasingly against the head of my cock as she speaks.
“This is my way of apologizing, Dmitry. Let me show you how sorry I am. Please.” Her voice is husky, laced with need that mirrors the heat building low in my gut, and before I can protest again, she takes me into her mouth, warm and wet and so fucking eager that my grip tightens in her hair on instinct.
The sensation hits me like a wave, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside as she sinks deeper, hollowing her cheeks to create that perfect suction that has my hips jerking forward despite myself.
I try to pull back once more, my mind still tangled in the remnants of our fight, but she grips my thighs, nails digging in just enough to hold me in place, bobbing her head with a rhythm that steals my breath.
“Fuck, Gianna,” I groan, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest as pleasure coils tight through my veins, chasing away the last traces of cold rage.
She works me expertly, her hand stroking what her mouth can’t take, saliva mixing with the water dripping down my body, and every filthy slide of her lips pushes me closer to the edge I’m fighting to control.
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and I can’t hold back anymore—my release crashes over me hard, spilling into her mouth as she swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving mine, wide and apologetic and so damn seductive it makes my knees weak.
The sight of her like that, lips stretched around me, a trickle of my cum escaping the corner of her mouth, reignites the fire in me instantly.
I don’t give her time to catch her breath; I spin her around, pressing her front against the cool tiled wall so her full tits flatten beautifully against the surface, her ass arching back toward me in invitation.
I grip her hips hard, sliding my still-hard cock along her slick folds before thrusting into her in one deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her tight pussy.
Fuckkkk she feels so good, almost squeezing the life out of my cock.
She gasps sharply, her walls clenching around me as I start fucking her with relentless force, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing off the bathroom walls.
Each powerful drive of my hips claims her, punishing and possessive, my chest pressed to her back as I growl against her ear,
“Easy kitten, you keep squeezing me like that and I might have to stop.”
She moans in response, pushing back to meet my thrusts, her body trembling under the intensity, and I lose myself in the way she feels—so warm, so responsive, every slick glide pulling me deeper into her.
I feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breaths coming in desperate pants, but I pull out just as she teeters on the brink, spinning her to face me and capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss.
She whines into it, needy and frustrated, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she pleads against my lips.
“Dmitry, please... I was so close, don’t stop, I need you.” Her voice breaks on the words, hips grinding against my thigh in search of friction, but I only kiss her harder, tasting myself on her tongue, drawing out her desperation until she’s trembling with it.
Without another word, I scoop her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist as I carry her out of the bathroom, still buried deep inside her.
Water trails across the floor in our wake, but I don’t care— I keep pounding her pussy, walking us toward the bed with deep, grinding thrusts that have her crying out with every step.
Her nails rake down my back, her head falling to my shoulder as nonsense spills from her lips, fragmented pleas and moans that make no sense but drive me wild. “Please... fuck, Dmitry... more, I can’t... yes, like that...”
She babbles against my skin, her body slick and shaking, completely undone as I claim her relentlessly, the friction building higher with each movement.
I lower us onto the bed, flipping so she’s straddling me, and she takes control immediately, sinking down onto my cock with a broken moan, riding me hard and fast.
Her tits bounce with every roll of her hips, her hands braced on my chest as she chases her pleasure, and I let her this time, gripping her ass to guide her deeper.
I fee her walls tightening around me again, “nghhh, fuckkkkk.” She moans, her rhythm growing erratic, walls tightening like a vice around me, and just as my own climax builds to a fever pitch, she climbs off me with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
She positions herself between my legs, pressing my throbbing cock between her soft tits, squeezing them together as she licks hungrily at the tip, her tongue swirling over the head while she strokes me with her cleavage.
The sight undoes me completely—her flushed face, lips parted, eyes locked on mine as she works me—and I cum with a guttural groan, thick ropes spilling across her tongue and painting her tits in messy streaks.
She laps it up eagerly, humming with satisfaction, before crawling up to collapse against my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
“Forgive me, baby,” she whispers softly, the word hanging between us like a promise.