Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen Nelson, S. (best finance books of all time TXT) 📖

relationship, Anya. I have a good relationship with your staff. Maybe you should reconsider sending me away? At this pivotal time in her young life, she needs stability. I can offer her that." She smile and leaned forward towards him, rubbing her hand across her breast as she did so. "I can offer you that, Dmitry." Her lips were wet, legs spread apart, heart racing, waiting for him to take her.

Dmitry sat back up, reached out and pulled her seat over to him in one quick movement. Her neck jerked. She was startled at his reaction and his raw strength. She inhaled his cologne as he looked her up and down.

"So you want to me to keep you on my staff?" he said cleverly. His voice was low and deep.

"Yes," she said, looking at his crotch. "I want to be on your staff, permanently."

Dmitry laughed. "So that's what this is all about. You want me to fuck you, eh?" He pulled her out of her seat and pulled her into his lap. She felt his erection.

"You are beautiful… tempting, but I'm not really into having a whore on staff. I despise whores, Victoria." His minty breath tickled her nose. He ran his large hand down her small back and circled her waist.

"I am no whore," she said defensively. "My feelings for you are genuine." She leaned into him, transfixed by his beautiful features and his strong body. "Is it wrong to want a man who has been forgotten by his wife, denied even? I only seek to offer you what she refuses."

Dmitry allowed her draw nearer. Inwardly, he fought the words that seem to resonate with the loneliness that he had felt for many years.

"Let me make you feel alive again." She leaned over into him, grabbed his chiseled face in her warm hands and kissed his soft, pink full lips.

It was a slow, wet kiss that seemed to go deeper with each motion. She could not get enough of the taste of his mouth, the smell of his cologne. He pulled her closer to his body, gripping her with both regret and need. His erection stabbed the bottom of her dress, pressed through her legs.

She moaned in torture. He was obscenely huge. She wanted him even more now. Her mouth watered at the prospect of him.

"Maybe you're right," Dmitry said, pulling away slowly.

His eyes opened and he tried to rationalize with himself. He pushed her off his lap roughly and then stood up. Walking over to the large mirror, he pulled her over to it and placed her in front of him. She could feel his erection still prodding at her from behind.

"Maybe you're not a whore, but you're definitely not a woman I can trust," he whispered.

"You can trust me more than you can trust her," Victoria said, aching to have him.

Dmitry's voice was low. "Let me look at you."

He ran his fingers down her body, along her solid frame.

"I want you," she said, feeling his hands on her body. "Take me."

"In my life, you can only be one of two things to me in the capacity that you are asking… my wife," he unzipped her skirt and pulled it off of her. "Or my whore." The skirt hit the floor, revealing black lace panties that showed her flawless frame. "Which is it, Victoria?" his mouth watered.

"Your wife," she whispered.

Dmitry smiled. "So that's it. You did this to replace her?"

"Yes," she said, unable to take his fondling.

"Well, to be my wife, you have to go through something of an initiation."

"Whatever, it takes," she closed her eyes and rested her head back on his abdomen. Her high was at its peak.

Dmitry's face was like stone as he looked at their reflection in the mirror. He reached behind him under his shirt and pulled a blade out. Holding it to her neck, he gripped her body. "First, I'll have to cut small slits into your body."

Her eyes opened. Startled, she winced and tried to get away. He put his hand over her mouth and bent to her ear. "Then, I'll have to strangle you until you know better than to scream."

Tears ran down her face.

"Then, I'll have to bend you over after I fuck you mercilessly and sodomize you until you bleed." His face was now dark. "But that's not it." He pulled her closer to the mirror. "Then, I have to cut your fucking throat. And then," he pulled her as she fought, "if you live, then after you've been mutilated and destroyed, then I can marry you." He licked the side of her face, just as he had heard Ivan had done to his wife.

She tried to scream, but she couldn't breathe. As she stared into the mirror, helpless to the mad man's strong hold, she saw tears in Dmitry's eyes. Anger and hatred painted over his face. She was suddenly paralyzed by fear.

"And you wonder why she's a bitch?" Dmitry smirked. "She used to be sweet, innocent, happy but not anymore… and it's all because of me. Does that turn you on? Huh? You like that? I'm sure that I could turn you into a she'll of a woman, too. I could destroy every inch of you, too. And it wouldn't take me nearly as long as it did with her, you black-hearted bitch."

For a moment, Dmitry lost control. He had never had a desire to hurt any woman, but for what she was hiding, he wanted to hurt her now. Still there was that animalistic desire to have her beautiful body. The combination was lethal and caused the blood to course through his veins at a powerful speed. He felt as though he would have a heart attack, but still he did not stop his antics.

Desperately, she fought to get away, but he only gripped