Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (48 page)

“What I had to do in order to protect her.”

“You twisted bastard.”

Ignoring Peter, Jorg reached for the portrait next of the little girl next to his bed and rested it on the bed so he could see it as he spoke. “You will put her in the same building as Dimitri and Ivan. She is currently working for a prestigious accounting firm in Chicago, make sure she is fired and her name is ruined. As you know, she has no family and she has no man in her life. Leave her nothing to return to in the United States.”

“Why? After all you’ve done to her, why bring her more pain?”

“When Alex sees her he will not let her go, but she will run from him the first chance she has. There must be nowhere for her to flee to, no options but to let Alex win her heart back. While I am fond of her, I’m doing this for Alex. This is my final gift to him.”

Stunned, Peter stared at Jorg, unable to believe that he was doing something to try and make amends to his son without any personal motivation. “If you gave a shit about Alex, you would have done this years ago. Why? Why now?”

Jorg closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I am dying; it is no secret. When I do, if my wives are waiting for me I do not want them to hate me.”

This Peter believed. Even now, at the end of his life, Jorg was a selfish fuck who thought of himself before everyone else. Of course, he wasn’t doing this for Alex. He was doing this to ease his own guilt.

“Is there anything else, or are we done?”

Jorg didn’t even bother to open his eyes. “We are finished.”

Without another word Peter left, his mind filled with plans on how he would bring his niece, Jessica, and her daughter, Tatiana, back from the dead.

Bonus Chapter

A Glimpse into Ivan and Gia’s Happily Ever After

Gia Lopez glanced over her shoulder at her fiancé and gave him a teasing smile. She was in a good mood tonight, overjoyed that her best friend in Russia, Rya, was off of whatever crazy ass hit list she’d been on. Ever since Rya had gotten engaged she’d been able to get out of the house without incident, but Gia knew how hard it had been for her friend to leave, paranoid about someone wanting to hurt her everywhere she went. When Rya said she was afraid she was going to turn into one of those people that never left the house, Gia decided it was time to organize a field trip to help ease her friend’s fears.

In this case, a field trip to Gia and Ivan’s home BDSM Club in Russia with Dimitri and Rya.

Glancing over at Rya, Gia took in another good look at Rya’s outfit. Or what passed for an outfit. Dimitri, in his usual outrageous manner, had dressed Rya in a lovely, but plain see-through peach shift. Then he’d covered her in diamonds, including her collar which was a lovely platinum choker with a large, square shaped yellow diamond in the center. Tantalizing glimpses of more jewelry beneath the thin dress made Gia wonder what kind of amazing body jewelry Dimitri had put Rya in. Even without the diamonds Rya radiated sultry elegance, but Gia could tell she was nervous.

Shoot, Gia had been terrified her first night here, but after playing at the Club dozens of times since she’d become engaged to Ivan, she now entered the large building with a sense of anticipation. Ivan’s flare for the dramatic came out when they played in public and she couldn’t wait to let her Master have his wicked way with her. Well, hopefully her Master and Rya. Though Rya was completely submissive to the men, she topped Gia with ease and Gia had to admit, she loved it. Ivan never crossed the line, never touched the other woman in a sexual way, and the same thing went for Dimitri.

But with her and Rya? They tended to be all over each other.

Slipping her hand into Rya’s, she gave the other woman a gentle squeeze. Rya glanced over at her and her golden eyes shimmered with hidden laughter as she winked at Gia. Inwardly sighing, Gia glanced down at her floor length crimson gown. They’d just come from some party at Ivan’s Uncle Petrov’s house. She thought it had been to celebrate Dimitri’s engagement, but she felt like there was a lot she was missing. Something big had happened with Dimitri and she’d seen Petrov having lots of in depth conversations with Alex. She’d been learning Russia, so she got hints here and there of what was being said, but everyone spoke so fast and she was having trouble learning the language as quickly as she wanted.

But, she knew enough to hear those envious bitches gossiping about Rya as they passed through the Club. Fuck them. There were some very angry women here tonight, wanting to see the woman that had so perfectly captured Dimitri’s heart. He worshiped Rya, loved her to death, and even though he rarely let it show in public, because that’s just how most Russian men were, she’d caught private glimpses of them together and knew without a doubt Dimitri was pussy whipped. Not that she could blame him. Rya was a catch.

As they neared the area of the Club where her group hung out, she burst out laughing. She and Ivan’s friend, Master Karl, stood there with a bottle of vodka and two glasses. As usual he looked like a dashing pirate with his black leather pants and white poet’s shirt.

“Oh shit,” Gia whispered to Rya. “Meet the welcoming committee. Hope you like vodka.”

Rya giggled, the happy sound making everyone around her smile, though some people scowled as soon as they realized they were smiling. Fucking bitches. Without a doubt the one thing Gia hated about playing here was all the women that had fucked Ivan in the past. Oh, it was all before they met, but she was very possessive of him. So possessive, in fact, she’d done something last week while he was away on business, a physical proof of his ownership of her. Tonight was his first back in town and so far she’d managed to hide her surprise.

He was going to flip out, but she hoped he wouldn’t lock her up in a cage all night as punishment.

While she greeted her friends, air kissing some, hugging others, she turned to watch Rya lift a glass with Karl. Holding the other man’s gaze she calmly drank her vodka and Gia had to laugh. Petrov had come over one evening and taught Rya and Gia how to drink vodka. He’d been very serious about it, but by the end of the night Rya and Gia were wasted and snorting with laughter until their sides ached. Petrov had just watched them, highly amused at their drunken antics, and Ivan had just stood there and shook his head after he came down at three a.m. to tell them to shut the hell up. Dimitri had been out of town on business and when that happened Gia always invited Rya over. She knew the other woman hated being alone, and god knew, she and Ivan had the room for a sleepover. They had six empty bedrooms at their place and even though Ivan had already picked out what room they would use as a future nursery, they still had a room specially set up for Rya with her own alarm system.

Watching Rya finish her drink and wink at Karl, Gia had to laugh. Catrin, dressed tonight in a flowing baby blue sheer dress, stepped up and gave Gia a quick hug. “How is she?”

“Good,” Gia whispered back. “Have you already done damage control?”

“You mean have I told every pissy cunt here that if they mess with Rya I’ll have their tongues cut out? Yes.”

The scary thing was that Gia wasn’t sure if Catrin was kidding or not. To Gia’s surprise, she’d found over the months that beneath that cultured, sometimes silly persona that Catrin portrayed, she was wicked smart and ruthless. Not in a bad way, just in a very…protective manner. She didn’t like anyone messing with her friends and she made her allegiances very clear. Gia was certainly grateful to have her as a friend and the fact that Catrin adored Rya made things much easier.

“Haters gonna hate,” Gia sighed and Catrin giggled.

“Indeed. Are you playing tonight?”

She flushed and looked down. “If Ivan allows me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…I did a bad thing.” She sighed, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile. “He is going to kill me when he sees it.”

Catrin’s pale blue eyes widened. “What did you do?”

Before she could answer Ivan’s delicious energy burned against her back. He was in a mood tonight, possessive and very touchy. Not that she minded. She loved it when he was hungry for her like this because she wanted him just as bad. Even after almost eight months together she wanted him more every day.

Ivan slipped his arms around her, pressing her to his body, letting her feel his erection. “Come, my Gia. I want to play with my pussy.”

Her brain began to shut down just the slightest bit and she softened against him. “Yes, Master.”

When he began to lead her to the dungeon area with the toys she bit her lower lip. Okay, maybe he’d go to one of the more shadowy areas. Someplace where she might be able to position herself so he couldn’t see her surprise. When he stopped before a massive, flat padded table with restraint fastenings all around the edge, she groaned. Nope, she was fucked, in every sense of the word.

Rya stood on the other side of the table and Ivan positioned Gia so she could watch Dimitri slowly undress Rya. The other woman’s hair hung in waves all the way to her hips, and when Dimitri lifted all that glorious hair off Rya’s back, her wolf tattoo appeared. It was beautiful, a work of art, but Gia still found it kind of eerie to see Dimitri’s silver eyes staring back at her out of a wolf tattoo. A rope of diamonds hung down Rya’s back, and at the base a little yellow diamond heart hung perfectly between her two lower back diamond dimple implants. Rya was so curvy, so full figured and Gia loved it. Another rope of diamonds encircled Rya’s waist and highlighted the woman’s exquisite curves.

Ivan pressed against her, his bare skin warm against her, and whispered in her ear, “I enjoy it when you watch her. You get this soft look in your eyes, a gentle expression that is almost innocent, but very arousing. Looking at her gives you pleasure, and I love that about you.”

She arched into him, her body already wet and aching for his cock. “Please, Master, use me.”

“I plan on it,
moya sladkaya lubov
.”

Across from them Dimitri was now nude and she took a second to admire his thickly muscled body. He was so much bigger than Rya, and for a moment, she wondered if that was how Ivan looked against her, like a predator about to eat his prey. A hot shiver raced through her and Ivan began to kiss the side of her neck.

His accent thickened, deepened as he whispered against her skin, “Do you have something to tell me, my Gia?”

For a moment she froze, freaked out that he might know about her surprise, but that was impossible. She’d been super careful and Rya’s bodyguards had covered for her. They promised they wouldn’t tell Ivan. Trying to hide her nervousness, she shrugged. “Not really.”

“Not really?” He bit her, hard. “Last chance. Do not lie to me.”

Fuck, when he put it like that she had to answer him honestly. Asshole knew just how to manipulate her. “How did you find out? Did you see it?”

“See what?”

Irritated that her surprise had been ruined, she snapped, “Take off my dress.”

“I had planned on it. But now you will get a spanking for acting like a sullen child.”

An angry noise escaped her and Ivan laughed, the bastard. He loved driving her crazy, and if she was being honest with herself, she loved it as well. There was something about challenging him, and having Ivan always keep control that flat out did it for her.

He moved her so she was up on her hands and knees with her ass facing him. The table was, of course, at the perfect level for fucking. On the other side, Dimitri put Rya up in a pose that mirrored Gia’s. They were almost close enough to touch and Gia took a deep breath of Rya’s rich and cool scent. Whatever perfume she wore was unusual, but it smelled wonderful on her. Leaning forward, Rya rubbed her nose against Gia’s and got a smack on her ass from her Master. “Behave,
zaika moya
.”

Gia froze as Ivan grabbed her by her hair and turned her head so she could see that he was holding a pair of wickedly sharp silver scissors. They gleamed in the low lighting and as some hard bass music poured through the sound system of the club, he said, “Stay very still.”

She nodded, then let her head drop, assuming a relaxed position she’d learned in yoga that would allow him to cut the dress off of her with the least amount of risk possible. Her Master liked to tease her, but he would never hurt her. Much. Then again, she liked owie pleasure, pain that aroused her, made her body sing. He began cutting at the bottom of the dress and snipped it to right where the dress met the lower curve of her ass.

With a low growl he came up unto the table behind her, his bare cock rubbing against her bottom. She moaned and pressed back into him, her empty pussy clamping down, leaving her feeling unfilled and aching. A bit of wetness from the tip of his cock rubbed against her ass and she sucked in a hard breath when he grabbed her dress and tore it from her body in two quick jerks. A moment later he swore softly and traced his fingertips over her lower back with a reverent touch.

When he didn’t say anything, just continued to trace the elaborate Cyrillic script of his name, she bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,
printsessa
.” He gave her ass a brisk slap. “But I told you not to get any tattoos.”

“And I told you that you can’t tell me what to do.”

As soon as the words fell from her lips she winced while Rya laughed, the bitch.

When Rya heard Gia call her a bitch she laughed harder until Dimitri smacked her ass. “Is this funny to you, little Rya? To see your friend mouth off?”

Smirking at her friend’s suddenly pale face, she had to hold back a giggle as Rya said in a meek voice, “No, Master.”

The men conversed in Russian and Gia had to look away from Rya before they started giggling again. When she did that she noticed Alex watching them from a couch nearby, his hand buried in the hair of two submissives giving him a blow job. His gaze was entirely focused on Rya and Dimitri. Instead of looking aroused, Alex seemed melancholy despite the fact that he had two women sucking on his dick. Gia was worried about him, he’d been in a deep funk since Rya had been taken by his father. Ivan said that for Alex, watching Dimitri with Rya and seeing how obviously happy and in love they were reminded Alex of how alone he was. She wondered if Alex would finally move on from Jessica’s death and hoped that for his sake he would. When Alex wasn’t busy being a super scary mobster he was actually a very kind man.