Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (40 page)

Her back burned slightly on the rug as he pounded into her. When he began to suckle her nipple she lost it, crying out and shaking as he jerked his hips and joined her, his orgasm drawing growls from him that vibrated against her breast between his lips. Instead of releasing her breast, he continued to toy with her nipple while he slowly softened inside of her. By the time he moved she was languid with pleasure and sprawled out on the soft carpet. With a chuckle he picked her up and she nuzzled into his chest.

“I love you.”

He laughed again and began to climb some stairs. “I love you too,
zaika moya
.”

“No, I mean I
really
love you. Like the forever kind.”

He didn’t say anything until they reached what she assumed was his bedroom. The entire room was done in white, silver, and navy, giving it a very modern, clean feeling. It was as awesome in person as it had been in the pictures, and she let out a happy sigh. “See, how cool is this? I mean really, Dimitri, you are totally spoiling me. I had no idea you were buying everything I picked out. You’re so damn sneaky.”

He set her down on the navy blue silk comforter that had tiny silver threads woven through it, making it slightly iridescent yet incredibly soft. “Anything you want, I will get it for you.”

Laughing, she pulled him down onto the stainless steel canopy bed with her. Long deep blue velvet curtains hung from the canopy and they could be drawn closed, sealing them in darkness inside. Eager to see what that looked like, she rolled out from under Dimitri and bounced around the massive bed, pulling the drapes of the canopy closed. By the time she was done they were lost in almost total darkness.

“Wow, she said then giggled. “This is an amazing bed.”

From somewhere to her left she felt the mattress shift, and a second later she was tumbling through the darkness with Dimitri on top of her. Before she could push him off he slid into her with a sigh. The man had an eternal hard-on…then again she was always wet around him so she couldn’t really talk. He nuzzled her lips as he said, “I will be gentle because I do not want your pussy too sore to fuck, but right now I am too greedy for you. I cannot help it, you feel perfect around me. That you are here, in my bed…is too good to be true. Like a dream.”

“Oh, I’m very real.” She wiggled against him with a happy sigh. “You feel so good inside of me.”

He fucked her slowly to orgasm and as she coasted down she was sure that there was no price she wouldn’t pay for the privilege of being in his arms.

Guilt tried to intrude on Rya’s extreme joy at getting outside of the building she’d been stuck in for over a solid week. Her bodyguard, Maks, had finally let his guard down a bit and while he was in the bathroom, he used to pee with the door open, but for once, he closed it, she’d taken that opportunity to don her heels and slip out the door. On the way out she’d grabbed the lovely mink coat Dimitri had provided her with. He explained that it was his mother’s and her heart had melted at the warm look in his eyes when she put it on. The jacket was pure decadence and she loved rubbing her fingers over it.

Or at least she did on the one occasion she’d been outside since she arrived.

It had only been for about ten minutes, long enough for Rya to get into Dimitri’s car so they could go have dinner at Alex’s house. She was going absolutely stir crazy but Dimitri wasn’t letting her out of his sight. Oh, he’d provided her with every kind of entertainment and luxury available, but she needed to go outside before she suffocated. She felt weird when Gia went to work while she was forced to stay in the apartment.

When Dimitri was home she could care less, but when she was alone she was…lonely. And homesick. Talking to her bodyguards and enlisting them to start to teach her Russian helped keep her mind busy, but they were all stern and professional. Usually it was just her chatting to herself while they grunted or laughed every once in a while. Maks talked to her more than any of the others and she felt bad for betraying him, but desperate to get some fresh air.

So when the doors to the elevator opened she slipped inside and let out a sigh of relief. As she descended her heart raced and she looked forward to exploring the enclosed, guarded grounds of the building. There was a lovely pond she could see from the apartment that was kept ice-free by constantly flowing water. At night, the lovely fountain in the center was illuminated by LED lights and she loved to watch the shifting colors.

She just wanted to breathe fresh air, and for a few moments, feel like the world wasn’t closing in on her.

The doors opened and she did a quick scan around the lobby. The only other tenant there was Mrs. Landry from three floors above. She was an American ex-pat, the widowed wife of an American diplomat who chose to stay in Russia after her husband’s death. She was a little crazy and had nine small, yippy dogs, but Rya liked her. Especially right now when one of her dogs was taking a crap on the pristine marble floor of the foyer. That provided the distraction Rya needed to walk down the hallway leading to the fountain. She passed the spa on the left, and the bar on the right, before exiting the massive glass doors to the garden.

It was colder than she expected for this time of year, and she instantly regretted not having boots. The pathway was swept clean of any snow, but walking around in high heels in this weather was not smart. She gathered her coat around herself and turned her face to the sun, letting out a deep sigh. If someone had told her how much she would chafe from being confined indoors a month ago she’d have laughed at them. But now she realized she needed her freedom, at least more than she had now. She loved Dimitri and knew her situation was serious, but this building had crazy good security…and she had bodyguards.

At the thought of security, she quickened her step, knowing Maks would find her, and when he did, he would be pissed, and so would Dimitri. So, she wasn’t going to waste her precious time out here worrying. Better to apologize than ask permission.

The sound of the fountain lured her further into the garden and she tried to imagine what it would look like in the spring. There were rose bushes everywhere and she imagined this place smelled divine in the summer; she looked forward to sitting in one of the grassy areas and reading.

Her thoughts were so preoccupied with the vivid image of a warm summer’s day she didn’t notice she wasn’t alone.

She’d reached the pond by this point and stood on the edge of the concrete, loving the sparkle of the snow around the water. This green space was a little slice of heaven in the middle of Moscow, a natural place where she could reconnect with the earth. It sounded stupid, but she was a country girl at heart and she missed the solitude of her home. But when she imagined being her with Dimitri, holding his hand while they strolled the gardens, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Ms. DeLuca?”

She turned to find a matronly looking woman in what appeared to be a white fox jacket and a pair of sturdy brown boots. Her English was very good and Rya wondered if she was yet another ex-pat. The woman reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope and a small, black velvet box.

“Yes?”

“I have something for you from Mr. Novikov.”

Happiness filled her soul and she wondered how the hell Dimitri knew she was out here. Hell, all Maks had to do was call security and they could probably find her with the zillion cameras they had everywhere. Rya took a step forward and accepted the envelope and box. Her hands shook with the cold and the other woman made a tsking sound.

“What are you doing here without gloves? Silly woman, you could lose your fingers. Your bodyguards need to take better care of you.”

“What?”

“Come, you need to get inside. If you want to be out into the Russian winter you must dress for it.” She made an odd clucking sound. “I need to have a talk with Dimitri about taking care of his woman.”

Rya found herself being escorted inside like an errant child as the woman switched to Russian while she continued to scold Rya.

Right before they reached the doors the woman said in a low voice, “I’m very happy to see Dimitri with someone. To know that he’s finally given himself permission to love? It does my heart good.”

Blinking at the other woman, Rya said, “Who are you?”

“My name is Gerta. I was Dimitri’s nanny.”

Rya turned to study the woman closer, but her examination was interrupted by a really, really angry male voice directed at her. “Where the fuck have you been?”

It was said in a calm, even tone but Rya’s blood froze in her veins.

It was Maks.

And he was angry.

The woman next to Rya spoke quickly in Russian while Rya looked at her cute black patent leather high heels and tried to think of a way out of this. They had a little red bow on the back that she adored, but right now she wished she was wearing sneakers because she had a feeling her day was about to go downhill. The idea of running away was becoming very appealing. She wasn’t sure what she expected to happen, but Maks sounding like he was going to kill someone was not a good sign. Even though she knew Maks would never hurt her, he sounded fucking scary, all cold and rage-filled whispers in Russian that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

While they argued she opened the letter and frowned in confusion.

Dear Ms. DeLuca,

Forgive me for contacting you like this, but I’m afraid my son refuses to have anything to do with me. My name is Jorg Novikov, and I am Dimitri’s father. I would like to extend my welcome to you and invite you to my home, along with my son. As you may know, my health is not very good and I need to see my son before I die. I’m asking you, as a father, to convince Dimitri to bring you to meet me. I mean you no harm, Rya, this I swear. As a sign of my goodwill I would like to give a gift. This ring has been in the Novikov family for generations. If you come to the manor you will see portraits of Dimitri’s ancestors wearing it. I would like for you to have it. If anyone ever bothers you, show them that ring and let them know they will answer to me.

The signature was in Cyrillic and she was aware of Maks and Dimitri’s old nanny’s gaze on her as she put the note into her pocket then opened the black ring box. Inside was a heavy gold woman’s ring with cluster of rubies set in gold. It looked old and as she took it out of the box Maks made a choked sound.

“Rya, you need to come upstairs, now.”

She started to protest, but Maks was done. He grabbed her arm and escorted her, in a most undignified manner, across the lobby. People stared and whispered, making her cheeks flame as they waited for the elevator. She shoved the ring box into her pocket then freed her arm from Maks’ grip.

“What the
hell
is wrong with you?”

He turned his arctic stare on her and she was pretty sure she shrunk a couple inches beneath the weight of his gaze. She was wrong. He wasn’t angry. He was furious.

Instead of shouting at her, his gaze grew as fathomless as that of a shark. “That ring in your hand? It was Dimitri’s mother’s favorite ring. Only one person could have given you that, and if Dimitri’s father contacted you behind Dimitri’s back, Dimitri is going to lose his mind. And so is Alex, so if I give you advice, it is this. Shut up and take your punishment for scaring the men in your life to death with your foolish carelessness.”

Her sense of self-preservation told her to shut the hell up, and for once, she did.

By the time they reached the apartment she was really regretting her decision to sneak out, but a small part of her was also pissed at being returned to her apartment like some errant child.

“Maks, I don’t want to go in there.”

He ignored her and opened the door, then grabbed her by the arm and marched her in.

She’d been expecting Dimitri and Alex to be here and ready to yell at her like her step-dad would have done, but instead the foyer was empty. When her gaze landed on Alex standing in the doorway leading to the formal sitting area she took a step back against the closed door. Oh boy, he was mad. Really mad. Wondering just how much trouble she was in, she smiled at Alex.

“Hi.”

His nostrils flared and he said in a soft voice, “Where were you?”

“Um, I wanted to go for a walk around the fountain.”

“And why did you not take your bodyguard?”

“Well….” She dropped her gaze, not liking the dead look in his eyes that made her stomach clench. “Dimitri didn’t want me leaving the building, so I didn’t think Maks would let me. I just wanted to go outside.”

“So, you are saying you willingly disobeyed my brother, put yourself in danger, and you did this all because you wanted to go outside?”

“Gets worse,” Maks said in a tight voice from behind her and she winced.

Maks told his story, and at the mention of Alex and Dimitri’s father contacting her Alex went arctic and she swore the temperature of the room dropped by twenty degrees. If she thought he was mad before, the icy rage that was reflected in his eyes for a brief moment before his expression shut down scared the piss out of her.

Trying to mitigate the damage, she whispered, “Alex, I’m sorry.”

With three swift strides he crossed the room then put hand over her mouth and said, “Go to your room.”

Normally, she would have told him to fuck off, but glad for the chance to escape Alex’s anger she went up the stairs in record time and into the bedroom she shared with Dimitri.

As soon as she entered she chucked her heels off and threw her jacket into the corner. Her stomach cramped up and she moved to her bed, grabbing Dimitri’s pillow and holding it close before she began to cry. This was so fucked up. All she had done was go outside. Well, okay, so she should have taken Maks, but they were all overreacting. The only thing that had happened was that Dimitri’s nanny had given her a ring from his father. That wasn’t exactly terrible.

She lied to herself, trying to deal with her fear as best she could. A few minutes later another man’s voice roared from downstairs and she clutched the pillow harder. That was a bad, bad sound.