Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen (12 page)

"Yes," Victoria said shaking. "Cocaine and Oxycotin. But I no idea you would end up the way that you did. I took some myself. It was just supposed to get you out of the way, not
harm
you."

Royal read her eyes. She knew that Victoria was telling the truth.

"I let you into my home, around my daughter and family. I let you drive our cars, dine at my table, and you repay me by trying to sleep my husband, take my family and kill me?"

Victoria could no longer look her in the eyes. "Forgive me, Mistress," she begged.

Royal's hand shook as she gripped the fire poker. Many thoughts crossed her mind. Thoughts of mutilation and retribution. But she knew that it was wrong. Finally, she opened her fingers and let the poker hit the ground.

"If there were not
just
one ounce of God of me, you'd be dead. I'd kill you myself." Tears ran down her face. "But there is… so… get out," Royal said barely above a whisper. "And don't
ever
let me lay eyes on you again, or so help me, I'll finish you." She looked over at Dmitry who stood in shock. "Davyd!" she screamed.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, opening the door quickly.

"Pack her in less than ten minutes and get her off my property. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said sternly as he watched the woman walk past him. He eyed Dmitry for more direction, but his boss's eyes were on his wife.

As the door closed, Dmitry breathed out slowly. The truth of Victoria's words were sobering and paralyzing in the same breath. The combination of drugs could have been fatal.

It took everything in him not to grab her by her small head and crack her spine, but his wife in his complete opposite had been so amazingly gracious until he felt ashamed.

Royal looked at him with a look of complete condescension. It was apparent to him without her saying one word that she had witnessed far more than he would have ever wanted her to see. Plus, he feared that the woman's lipstick and scent were upon him now. He could barely look at her, yet he could not keep his eyes from her.

Turning, she walked out of the room quietly down the hall. Dmitry followed behind her, unsure of where she was going. She went down the dark entryway towards the main hall, never looking back. When she got to the large double doors that led outside, she opened them and turned to Dmitry with tears in her eyes.

"All I want is a break through," she said sighing. "Is that so much to ask?"

"No," Dmitry said, uncomfortable for some reason.

"I don't suppose that you understand what the hell I'm talking about, do you?" She searched his face.

Dmitry was silent.

"I want to be free from it, Dmitry," she answered finally.

Rain blew in with the winds from the open door and wet the marble flooring and her body.

"Just tell me what you want me to do," Dmitry said in a soft voice.

He watched the rain drench the rugs and soak the floor. Normally that would have been enough to send her into a tirade, but she ignored it now.

"I want you to want me the way that you wanted that woman just a minute ago—so badly until it hurts," Royal confessed. "With passion," she smiled. Tears still fell.

"Royal, I do. I want you more."

Walking out into the rain, Royal headed down the steps of her home, unsure of where she was going. The water drenched her body, made her clothes stick. She walked off the concrete pathway to the lake about two hundred meters from the house.

Dmitry followed her; still unsure of what she was going to do.

The wind beat against her skin and stung her face as its wet beads slapped against it. Still, she kept walking, crying and talking to herself. In the grass, her long stilettos stabbed the dirt and mud.

She fought through the mush and continued. When she got to the lake, she leaned against a tall oak tree and sighed as she looked over the water. Running her hand over the cool wood, she saw her wedding ring sparkling in the night.

Turning to see Dmitry standing behind her, she looked up at him with need.

"No matter what she says, she can't love you the way that I can," Royal assured.

"I would never let her."

"I'm not a
shell of woman
, Dmitry. I'm just trying to figure this all out."

"Lets figure it out together, please."

"Can we? Do you we really have what it takes to stay together?"

"I know that I don't have what it takes to stay apart from you and my family."

He pushed her long locks from her face, wiped the rain water from her lips and bent down to her kiss her. She grabbed his hot face and held it in her hands, rubbing through his stubby beard and caressing his skin. His eyes burned through her. They were filled with need and desperation. Slowly with growing passion, she began to kiss him deeper and deeper. As she did so, he dropped to his knees and pulled her close to him. His knees sank in the mud.

"She was right about one thing… "

"Shh… " Dmitry said, covering her lips. "Don't say a word."

Dmitry pulled at the strap of her slip with his cold, long fingers. It fell to her waist, revealing her full round breasts, erect and wet from the rain. He looked up at her and then kissed her burning nipples. He suckled her like a baby, wrapping his arms around her to draw her near in his embrace. Shuttering, she sucked in her breath in awe of what he promised.

She felt his large hands at her waist as he pulled down her slip, then her stockings, then at last her panties. Before she knew it, she was naked, standing before him both ashamed and aroused. She tried to cover her womanhood, but he her held her arms—needing to see all of her, scars and all.

Quickly, he took off his own clothes and laid them in the mud by the lake. She looked down at the ground amused.
Was he serious?
He laid her down carefully on his make shift bed and for the first time in her life, she felt cold mud and grass against her skin.

She expected to be turned off, to squeal and run, but the raw look of passion in Dmitry's eyes made her forget everything.

He bent down and kissed her as the rain beat against his body. Incredibly, he shielded her from most of its fury. She grabbed his neck as he ducked to her. He kissed her again. The passion so invigorating it sent deep chills down her spine.

Opening her legs, she felt his erect cock, warm and strong prodding between her steaming thighs. She bit her lip, arched her back and then slowly allowed him to enter her. The warm stiffness of his phallic pleasure electrified her.

To say it had been a while would have been an understatement. The bizarre and dynamic emotion that overwhelmed her brought tears to her eyes as he penetrated her.

It had been so long. It had been so needed. She closed her eyes and formed her lips into a pouty moue of ecstasy. She laid her head back in the dirt, forgetting her surroundings as he planted his knees in the earth and pushed into her body.

Her hands found their way to his waist as she tried to keep her sanity. His strokes were long, powerful and warm. It was such a dramatic contrast from their cold, wet surroundings. Reaching out for her, he grabbed the orb of her brown breasts with one hand and reached to hold on to her backside with the other. She felt her body lift off the ground, break apart in his hands. Letting out a moan, she began to shake, but he continued to stroke her, to fill her with every inch of himself.

She ran her hands over his now nearly shaven head and kissed him again, this time biting his bottom lip.

He rolled over and landed in the dirt with her on top now covered in black earth from her hair to her feet. She bent down and winced as she felt his entire throbbing penis inside of her. She tried to pull back to ease the pain, but he raised his aching thighs and pushed as far as he could.

Her mouth parted in rapture. Dmitry gave a slow, wicked grin. Kissing her breasts, he moved below her slowly, breaking all the barriers that had been placed between them. Her cheeks reddened with fire. She began to shiver out of control. Leaning over, she grabbed the grass and pulled it as he made love to her.

It pleased him immensely to watch her finally come alive. Her mouth opened in awe in pleasure and pain. She moaned aloud, moving faster against him, slicking their bodies with her wetness. His strokes were wet and long, deep and hard. It was a passion that could not be given by money, by the love a child, by power. It was something that could only be shared by lovers. Suddenly, she felt the apex of her pleasure approaching. Her body began to throb and ache. She looked down at him in wonderment as her body began to vibrate on its own. It shook uncontrollably.

Ferociously, his pleasure caused her back to spasm, her hands to clinch, her eyes to roll. She called out his name as she did. How could a man make a woman feel this beautiful? As she orgasmed for the first time in nearly a year, the rain stopped. Only the cool wind beat against them.

"I love you," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I love you, too," he said, biting his lip. "But I can't hold it any longer?" His breathing became sporadic. His skin was beat red.

"It's not safe. I'm not on the pill." She tried to pull away.

There was a strange look in his eyes. "So, if I didn't pull out, we could get pregnant?"

"Yes.
Sheesh
. We sound like teenagers," she laughed.

Dmitry didn't laugh. "Let me."

Royal looked at him thoughtfully.

A shock went through him as his body pleaded to release inside of her.

"Who cares that you're not on pill; let me. Like before Anya, before Ivan." He pushed inside of her again. "Let me remember what it feels like to have my wife."

Tears ran down her face. She shook her head.

"How in the hell do you do that, Dmitry?"

"Do what?"

"Change my entire life in seconds," she whispered. "A few minutes ago I wanted to die."

"And now?"

"And now, I have never felt so alive."

Dmitry pulled her lips to his and kissed her as his skin began to burn and clamor. He pushed slowly into her body, more erect that ever. His muscles tightened as he felt the silk from her body on his own.

The mere knowledge of the intimate transaction that was about to take place aroused him more. He rested his nearly clean-shaven head back and felt the cool ground against it.

Royal looked down at his muscular body tensed up and bulging below her. His eyes sparkled in the darkness, guiding her thoughts in the black of the night.

Suddenly, she felt a powerful pulse inside of her. It had been so long since she allowed him to do so, so long since he had asked. But the feeling was joyous. It was a remarkable sensation that only a woman could have, a pleasure that only a wife could imagine. The possibility of life. The certainty of love.

The cold fierce winds finally brought the reunited couple back to reality and sent them running from the lake back to the front doors of their home, where they had started their journey a full hour before.

Dmitry opened the unlocked door slowly with Royal on his back laughing and naked, covered from head to toe in dirt. They entered the house talking loudly and giggling like school kids.

The doctor that Dmitry had sent for earlier stood with his assistant and Davyd in the foyer looking on mortified at the sight of the exposed couple.

"Dmitry, we have guests," Royal blushed. She hid her breasts on his back.

"Oh, hello, Doc."

Dmitry didn't bother to cover himself, but he did make sure not to turn where they could see Royal's rear end as she clung to his back like a Koala bear.

"Hello, Mr. Medlov," Dr. Finlen said, trying to look away from the massive dirty giant. "You remember my assistant, Kyle," the doctor motioned over at the young man staring with his mouth wide open at the spectacle.

"Yes, I remember him," Dmitry said, reaching his hand out then quickly retracting it. "Sorry. I'll shake your hand later. I'm just a little… "

"Indisposed at the moment," Royal finished.

"So which one of you am I supposed to be here to treat?" the doctor asked with a grin. "Both of you appear a little unstable right now."

"Neither. It appears that I had her cure all along," Dmitry smirked.

"Well, what was the problem, if you don't mind me asking? It sounded urgent on the phone when Davyd called."

"I was slipped cocaine and Oxycotin, doctor," Royal answered.

"Oh my goodness! By whom?" Dr. Finlen was very concerned having known for many years the Royal's fragile state.

"The teacher," Royal answered. "She confessed."

"What?" Davyd's outburst showed his shock. He looked over at Royal with a furrowed brow. She had been drugged under his nose!

Dmitry smiled. "I wish that you had known when I asked you to put her out, Davyd. Your anger might have taught her a lesson more astringent than Royal's."

"Where is the woman?" Dr. Finlen asked.

"I don't know," Dmitry looked to Davyd for an answer.

"I had one of the security guards take her to Prague and drop her off in city. She was told to find her own way home and to be out of country by noon tomorrow."

"Well, it's a Friday night. I'm sure if she works hard enough by morning she'll have enough money for an airline ticket," Dmitry smirked.

Royal hit him and laughed. The infectious and untimely happiness of the couple made everyone snicker, including Stepan, who appeared from nowhere with two robes.

"Thank you," Dmitry reached out quickly for the robes. "Why don't you take our guests to the sitting room, and Royal and I will be down in just a minute, Stepan."

"Yes, sir," he said quickly.

Davyd shook his head and followed Stepan and the guests into the west wing of the house.

Alone again, Dmitry set Royal on the floor and dressed her in the pink fluffy robe. Pulling her curly hair from her face, he bit his lip.

"Well that was embarrassing," she said, closing his robe around his waist and tying it. "Now everyone has seen what all the fuss is about."

Dmitry laughed and put his hands on her arms. "Well, it is a pretty big
fuss
. You know… we should probably go upstairs and get into something more appropriate before we go in there and talk to them,
eh
?"