Chapter 174

Blanca saw herself in front of him. Dimitri slipped his hand under the lace, sliding the strap off her shoulder. His mouth dipped to her neck, biting into her soft flesh. A surge of heat cascaded through her, drawing her under.

"Will you stop, Dimitri?" she pleaded.

"Stop what, dear?" Dimitri smirked. Knowing exactly what he did.

"Stop putting those images in my head."

"Could you describe these images?" His voice hummed with a dark and ruthless sensuality. "What am I doing in them?"

She sighed and bit her lips. Blanca could feel him drinking from her, her pulse synching to his. She arched her back, pressing herself against him. Yearning for his touch. Longing for his blood and needing his warmth.

Hot, heavy breaths puffed out of her. "You are a wicked man…This is unfair. I told you not to mess up with my mind, commander."

"And don't you forget it," he whispered into her ear.