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in her diaphragm.

“You’d say anything to get out of trouble,” Royal whis-pered.

“Umm…you know I’ve taken out as much frustration as I can on my men, the rest will have to be taken out on you,” he growled, kissing her neck.

“I’m sure it was a slap on the wrist,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “After all, it was nothing. Remember?”

“Are we still discussing this?”

“Yes?”

“You think I was lenient?” He stopped and looked at her. The sound of water drowned the room.

“I’m sure you were.” Her hands were still wrapped around him. She wore only a condescending stare.

“There is one thing that is constant with me – killing makes me horny.” His face was still charming and soft. “Do I feel horny to you?” He pulled her closer to into his engorged body.

“The only thing that you’re killing right now is the mood,” she said,pulling him closer. “Really, Dmitry. You don’t have to act tough for me.” She kissed his lips slowly, taking in the smell of his sandalwood soap on his skin.

“Now, you’re really in trouble,” he said turned on.

Dmitry looked down at her, pleased at how she had grown accustomed to all of his silent commands and equally pleased at how oblivious she was at who he really was. Running his hands down her breasts to her nipples, he watched the goose bump form all over her body. She obediently leaned her neck back where he could better kiss her.

Completely enraged, he ripped her panties by the lace sides violently and tore them from her skin. The water poured over her curly long hair making it stick to her back and cover her breasts; he moved the jet black mane back from her face as he kissed her all over.

Royal gasped, feeling that familiar sensation of floating as he picked her up. She reached up for his mouth and kissed him passionately, tasting vodka and shower water in her mouth, smelling his cologne around them. She wrapped her long legs around him as he leaned her body against the wet marble. Planting his feet firmly, he invaded her slowly and powerfully. She gripped his back with her long nails as the steam crowded the room. Finally, soft moans came from shower.

∞♥∞

Royal could feel herself drifting away as she lay on top of Dmitry’s chest. Exhausted, she listened to John Coltrane play Traneing Inon her IPod system in the dark of the night with only a candelabrum of white candles to illuminate the room. Dmitry rubbed through her hair and looked up at the ceiling. His eyes were fixed on the fan,but his mind was many miles away.

Regardless of where his thoughts were, she savored the feeling of safety when he was near. It was something about his very presence that made her feel a tranquil solace. By far, it was the safest that she had ever felt in her entire life, and she was very grateful to him for it. She ran her fingers down his chest as she felt him breathe – in and out in a slow, rhythmic tone. The only thing that she did regret was how mysterious he still was to her. She only hoped in time that he would open up more and show her the many sides of him that she was certain existed.

“I want you to move in with me to my home,” Dmitry said, finally after much thought.

Royal looked up at him curiously. He had been quietfor nearly half an hour, but that was normal for him.

She had learned early that often he was a man of few words. Reaching down, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her up to him. She sat up on his chest and sighed.

“Because of Ivan?” she assumed.

“No, because it’s time,” he said quickly.

“Well, it hasn’t been that long, Dmitry.”

“Long enough.” He cupped her bare behind in his large hands. “Have I not proven myself to you in every way a man can?”

“Yeah,” Royal said, assuring him of her confidence in their relationship. “But I don’t understand why you want me to move in now.”

“Trust me,” Dmitry said, kissing her lips. “Plus, I get tired of running from place to place. I am not rolling stone. You should be in my bed every morning when I wake up and in my bed every night that I go to bed.”

Royal laid her head back down on his chest. “That does sound nice. Okay. When do you want me to move to Castle Dmitry?”

“Tomorrow. I will stay with you here tonight.”

Royal jerked up again. “Tomorrow? Dmitry?”

He rubbed her back and smiled. “You know, for a woman in love, you don’t trust much.”

His words shamed her.

“I do trust you. I’m just not stupid. Everything was fine. We were fine just like we were until today when your mysterious brother popped up offering sex and brandishing guns with his boys.”

Dmitry cringed. “When did he offer you sex?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she looked away. “That’s not the bigger picture here.”

“Baby, listen to me. Ivan is very dangerous person. Don’t ever trust him. Don’t ever get close to him, and don’t ever find yourself alone with him.”

Royal could see the urgency in his eyes. She knew to take heed to his warning, even though she didn’t understand why.

“Why don’t you send him away if he’s so dangerous?”

“I’ve thought about it, but he has to be neutralized. Sending him away doesn’t work anymore,” he sighed. “I’ve done that. So, you keep friends close and enemies even closer. This is not cliché statement. It is truth.”

Royal laid her head back on his chest and closed her eyes.

“Tomorrow it is, then,” she said, pulling the comforter over her body.

Chapter 12

The Fall trunk shows and VIP diamond and fur shows had gone extremely well for Royal. She had been inter-viewed by all the local television stations and showcased by The Commercial Appeal, The Downtowner, Skirt Magazine and the Memphis Flyer. All four were highly visible print media that promised her

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