Chapter 25
Dmitry decided instead of sleeping in one of the guest
rooms to back go to his study. It was his man cave, full of
reminders of why he had to press forward whenever times
were hard. He had done it a hundred times before, slept in
the place he worked. Tonight was no different.
Relaxed, his long body sprawled out over on the long
leather sofa with his arms elevated on back of the soft winecolored
textile, looking up at the ceiling fan circling above
him. The darkness of the room strangely brought him
comfort. A world wind of events had taken even him by
surprise. And while he had not allowed the feds get under
his skin, Royal had. She was quite exceptional at that.
It was the painful tears and the scared stare in her face
that disturbed him most. How did she see him now?
Would she leave? Would she ever trust him again? He
loved her dearly and treasured her like no other woman.
He rubbed his temples and growled. A headache was
looming over him. He had worried less about murder than
he did about loving her.
With his free hand behind his head, propped up on his
waded up, torn shirt, he listened to the crackling of the
fireplace and recalled each and every event of the day.
Reaching over, he grabbed the crystal container off the table
and winced; the wound reminded him of Royal‟s aching
heart and bad temper. He laughed a little. She was such a
firecracker. He poured the last of the brandy in a glass and
swallowed it quickly. Drinking heavily was not one of his
releases, but he needed to numb the pain in his arm and his
heart.
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Closing his tired eyes, he tried to cast his cares away and
sleep for a few hours when suddenly he heard soft footsteps
approaching on the marble outside his door. His eyes
popped open. Royal.
The door knob twisted slowly, and a light appeared
from the hallway. She stepped inside cautiously. Dmitry
lifted his head a little as she made eye contact with him. She
closed the door behind her and walked towards him. He
followed the unintentional sway of her full hips and admired
the silhouette of her body under the silk chemise.
"I came to see if you were…okay," she whispered,
kneeling before him. His peering eyes sparkled like diamonds
at her. Even now, she was in awe of how handsome
he was.
Dmitry looked at her for a moment without saying a
word. She glowed in the darkness of the room. The
fireplace made her look like an angel. Her hair danced
about her freely, skin free from make-up and resilient. For
a moment, he forgot about the pain.
She took his arm and looked at the dressed wound.
"I‟m sorry," she said with tears running down her cheeks.
"I tried to stay up there as long as I could. Even though
you deserved to be brutally stabbed, I still felt bad about it."
She fumbled over her words and swallowed hard.
Dmitry grunted then turned his body to sit up on the
sofa. His muscular frame flexed as he moved. She stood
up and stepped back. Dmitry automatically wondered if she
was still afraid of him. The thought bothered him, frustrated
him.
"Come here," he said, waving her to him. She moved
closer to his body slowly and felt his long arm reach out for
her waist and pull her to him. He rested his head on her
stomach and rubbed her bottom.
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Royal wiped the tears from her eyes and lifted his head
where he could see her.
"Will you forgive me…for stabbing you?" she asked.
He laughed a little. "Dah." His deep voice filled the
room. "Will you forgive me for being who I am?" His eyes
were wide and anxious.
"Mozhet byt'," she said in a soft voice.
"Perhaps?" Dmitry smiled. "Well, I guest that‟s better
than net."
"Dah," she said again.
"You know your Russian is very limited for a woman
who lives with me."
"I‟m sure I‟ll learn." She nodded.
Dmitry rubbed her back and ran his hand down her leg.
He smelled the perfume on her body and signed. "Is this a
peace offering?" he asked, pulling her closer.
Royal looked down and rubbed through his hair.
"Would you like for it to be?"
"I need it be." He focused on her body.
"I love you still," she whispered.
Dmitry‟s stare was carnal. Having drunk too much, he
forgot his normal carefulness as he reached for the top of
her gown with his large hands and tore it off. The fabric
ripped as he pulled it away from her soft skin. The act only
inflamed him more. His desire for her grew by the moment.
She was stunned at first but did not move. She gasped
as he rose over her like a hungry lion. Her naked body was
vulnerably exposed. She tried to cover herself with her
hands, but he pulled them away, licking his lips as he drank
her body in through his eyes. She looked up at him through
matched hooded eyes ready to accept whatever he wanted
to give. Everything.
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He moved her hair from her face, off her milky brown
shoulders to see her better. She was his gift from God.
He picked her up in his arms and kissed her mouth,
forcing her to shed her civility. Her long legs locked around
his waist and closed around his back.
Carrying her to desk, he pushed the contents to the
floor, shattering the glass mementos as they hit the ground.
Papers floated down to the ground around his feet. She sat
back on the desk and rested her elbows on the surface,
watching him change from a docile creature to a hunter.
Dmitry leaned over the desk, in between her legs and
kissed her lips again, holding her face in his massive hands.
She moaned under his touch and the pressure of his body
leaning against her.
"Don‟t ever be afraid of me," he demanded, pulling her
to him. Her body jerked. Her long hair fell over on the
desk. "Don‟t ever think that I would hurt you. I would
hurt myself first."
She said nothing. He spread her legs further apart with
his thighs. Her back arched, and she ran her long nails over
his bare skin. Sensually, he kissed down her neck to her
collar bone to her aching nipples. Cupping her warm flesh
in his mouth, he suckled her.
Biting her lip, she undulated under his body. She
wanted him so badly now. Why did he make her wait?
Dmitry breaths became quicker as she came alive before
him. Taking both of her large thighs in his hands, he pulled
her body closer to his steely erection.
He could feel her long fingers on his pants, forcefully
pulling them down. They hit the ground and made a jingle
as his belt buckle hit the floor. He stepped out of them
quickly and pulled her body to the end of the table.
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Lifting her long legs to fit safely on his large shoulders,
he pushed deep into her body. There was an immediate,
collective sigh. Instinctively, she tried to pull away from the
initial sharp strike, but he only gripped the front of her
knees tighter and kissed the insides of her legs.
She screamed in unadulterated pleasure, looking at his
sculpted forearms, his fatless marble frame and the shining
of his Rolex reflecting in the fire light. It was embarrassing
to admit how much his power and sex appeal suddenly
turned her on.
His tattooed temple pulled back and crashed back into
her body, bringing her back to the task at hand. She arched
her back and bit her index finger as she absorbed his
impact. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.
Dmitry winced from the twinge of his arm and the ecstasy
of her eager body. His rhythmic jolts made her bounce
on the table. Easing her back and forth with his strong
hands, he felt her begin to shiver. She moaned his name,
but he would not stop, would not let up. His motions
became hypnotic; each caress, kiss and thrust was filled with
heart-felt passion that coupled with lusty exhilaration.
Royal‟s quiet moans soon became loud screams. The
shivering became shuddering, and her body convulsed like
she was the subject of an exorcism. Still he would not
release her. His face was focused, drowned in sweat, mouth
open, eyes gleaming like the fire behind them. She eyed
him curiously of how long he would continue to punish her.
The anger in his face showed that it could be a while, but
her body would give out at any moment. When she could
not take one more jolt, she reached out for him.
Dmitry allowed her legs to fall to either side of his waist
as he leaned over the table to kiss her. She sat up to meet
him. His tongue searched her mouth softly, awakening her
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senses with every taste. She whimpered in his embrace,
feeling his large hands search her body, pull and rub at the
most tender spots.
Picking her up off the table, he stood up with her on
top of him. They looked at each other for the first time as
he held her. Royal saw Dmitry, and Dmitry saw Royal.
They were no longer strangers, just two people who desired
more than anything to be together.
"Hi," she said, biting her lip.
"Hi," he snaked his tongue out the side of his mouth as
it watered.
Royal wiped the sweat from his brow affectionately. He
had all but destroyed her inside and out. He held her close
as he made love to her, never taking his eyes of hers. She
hugged him tightly, submitting to his will. He was far too
strong of a man to fight and far too good of a lover to stop.
He continued for a while, standing in the middle of the
floor with her riding him without ever once shifting.
Finally falling to the gravity of the earth, she felt her
body against the plush rug. The world shifted. She went
from looking at the floor and holding on to his iron grip to
catching glimpses of the vaulted ceiling. He laid over her,
connected to her inner core, deep inside of her troubled
heart.
Her screams started again and were intermingled with
Dmitry‟s deep, masculine groans. Tears formed in her eyes
as he continued. He looked at her with tears in his own
eyes . In them, there was a glimpse of humility – sorrow for
the way that he had deceived her. She had never seen him
cry until tonight. It was frightening to her.
In the silence of the room, she held him tight as he
moaned and tensed up, releasing himself into her body. His
mouth converged on hers in a long, passionate kiss and
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deep, frustrated sigh. His deep breaths vibrated against her
sweaty body. He covered her, hiding her from God and
man. She looked up at the ceiling beyond his large arm and
smiled. How could she deny him when he loved her
beyond words, beyond barriers, beyond life?
Too weak to move, Royal stayed under him shaking until
he finally sat up. She breathed free air as he did. On his
knees in front of her, he wiped the tears quickly from his
face, embarrassed that she had seen him show so much
emotion.
He looked down at her with a now expressionless face
and then picked her exhausted body up off the ground. She
closed her eyes and lay against him nearly asleep. Naked, he
carried her in his wounded arms, up to their bedroom.