Chapter 87 Chapter 87 The Gun
We’ve spent the entire week teaching each other things, playing games, running wild on the beach—fully nude, because why the hell not. I gave all my girls a cooking lesson, which turned into a complete disaster in the best way possible. Flour everywhere, things burning, people laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe.
Gemma led a striptease lesson, full confidence, full drama. Tish followed that up with her blowjob instructions, which had everyone crying laughing—including Dimitri. I have never seen him laugh that hard in my life. He was doubled over, actual tears in his eyes.
Mia taught us how to French braid our own hair, which felt like some kind of sorcery at first. Tiana showed us how to change clothes without getting naked, which is honestly one of the most useful things I’ve ever seen—but I couldn’t do it.
We practiced our Spanish, stumbling through words and phrases, still relying on Yesenia to translate. It didn’t matter. It felt perfect.
We explored the two closest towns, eating everything we could find and buying things we absolutely did not need. Tomorrow, we head back to reality. Then two days later, back to school.
In a month—prom.
Another month—graduation.
Two days after that, Illia Sr.’s birthday.
And somewhere after all of that, I have to figure out what the hell I’m doing with my life. I’ve applied to a few schools. I have a tour set up for the local university. At the very least, I want to take photography classes.
But right now, none of that feels real.
I can’t sleep, so I slip out into the courtyard and sit on the edge of the fountain. I put my headphones on, something soft and calming playing low. I lean back and stare up at the sky.
There are so many stars.
It feels like the Earth is spinning just for me.
Dimitri drops down next to me without a word, stealing one of my headphones and slipping it into his ear. Then he stands and holds out his hand.
“You idiot,” I mutter, tilting my head at him. “What are you doing?”
“Asking for a dance,” he grins.
“This is cheesy as fuck. Sit back down.”
“Get your ass up and indulge me.”
I roll my eyes but take his hand anyway. We sway together like idiots in the middle of the courtyard, slow and off-beat. I feel ridiculous, but he’s enjoying it—and that makes it hard not to smile.
I hope he doesn’t think we’re going back to no sex when we get home.
Because I like sleeping with him.
My hands drift down, brushing over his shorts, stroking him lightly.
“Again?” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “You are insatiable.”
“Oh, I’m sorry—you don’t want to?” I laugh, pulling away like I’m about to leave.
He doesn’t let me.
Dimitri yanks me back, shoving my dress up. My back hits the sliding glass door, cool against my skin, and then he’s inside me.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
My face presses against the cold glass as he pounds into me. The sudden intensity makes my head spin. He flips me around, lifting me, and slides into me again with a groan.
“Fuck… I’m going to miss this,” he grunts, driving into me harder.
His hand cups my face, turning me toward him, and he kisses me—soft, almost gentle compared to everything else. His lips are smooth, warm, tasting faintly sweet like the fruit tart we had earlier.
I don’t understand how we got here.
How he tore through every wall I had, every rule I set for myself.
Everything I swore I didn’t want…
I want it with him.
My body burns under his touch. His whispered words, low and filthy, make me even wetter. He moves to my neck, kissing, licking, pulling me deeper under.
I’ve jumped into the deep end.
And I can’t swim.
“Dimitri!!!” I cry out.
“Elena!!!” he answers, my mind blanks.
One orgasm crashes into another, relentless, overwhelming.
He carries me into our room, and we tear each other’s clothes off. I shove him onto the bed and climb on top of him. We roll, moving together hard and fast, losing ourselves completely.
“Deeper!!!”
He laughs. “I can only go so deep!”
“That’s not the point!” I laugh back.
We’re still laughing when—
“BAM.”
The bed collapses beneath us.
The wooden frame gives out completely, dropping us onto the floor.
For a second, there’s silence.
Then we lose it.
Full, uncontrollable laughter. I can’t breathe, my stomach hurts, everything hurts. I roll off the mattress onto the colorful rug underneath—and then it happens.
I fart.
Oh my God.
I freeze, covering my face instantly, mortified. The laughter dies in my throat, replaced by pure embarrassment. My entire face burns, and I am so grateful the room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight.
Dimitri, of course, is dying.
He rolls off his side of the broken bed, laughing even harder.
“I’ve been pushing air into you all week—it was bound to come out!”
“Shut up! Shut up!!!” I yell, but he doesn’t stop.
I press my lips together, trying not to laugh again. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, it’ll happen again.
I am never facing him again. Never.
“What is it with you Pavlovs and breaking beds?” I blurt out, trying to change the subject.
The room goes quiet.
“What did you say?”
“I said—what is it with you Pavlovs and breaking beds?”
Before I can react, he flips me over his knee.
Slap.
Slap.
The sound echoes through the room.
“Was that supposed to be a punishment, daddy?” I tease. “It didn’t even hurt.”
I’m pushing him on purpose. I want to see how far he’ll go.
I feel the air shift as he pulls his arm back far and slaps not only my ass but my my pussy too. Dimitri continues to spank me, my ass is on fire, my skin burns but I love every minute of it. I can't wait not to be able to sit.
"Harder!!!" I scream at him. "Make me bleed!"
Dimitri continues to spank me as hard as he can. Then something cold lays on my back. I buck toward him, that's his gun.
I take a deep breath as my pool overflows and coats my inner thighs. "Fuck me with your loaded gun!"
Dimitri doesn't say anything but I feel the gun slide down my spine. I arch with anticipation, it's so cold like an ice cube makes my skin break out in goosebumps. My legs spread and he eases the tip in. He pulls it out and slides it back in, again and again. Leaning over me he bites my shoulder while he continues to thrust the loaded gun inside me. I bite down on my hand so I don't wake everyone with my screams. Dimitri slides the gun in as far as it will go, I feel his fingertips graze me and I fall off of the deep again. My whole body shakes over his lap.
"You are such a bad, bad girl!"
His words turn me on even more. My body continues to tremble, his gun is still inside me.