Dmitry's Closet Nelson, S. (best reads TXT) 📖

her pouty mouth. Sucking at her bottom lip first, he then passionately covered her mouth. She kissed him back, lost in his embrace. Her long hands ran down his chest to his belt and unbuckled his pants. Eagerly, she pulled his pants down grabbing his exposed buttocks. His pants hit the ground, pooled around his ankles. Kicking them off, he crawled fully in the bed over her body and took off his jacket. Now, only in his white button down, he kissed her ankles and her feet as he stood on his knees in front of her.

“I love you,” she said sincerely, smiling and looking into his eyes.

“Do you?” he asked.

“I do,” she said,shaking her head. “So much.”

“I love you, too,” he said, running his hand up her long leg. “Lift your thighs,” he said, focusing on her body.

He pulled her to his growing erection and entered her softly. Her body arched as he did. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Biting her bottom lip, she reached out for him. He moved her hair from her face and kissed her lips again.

“I’m going to be late,” he growled, laughing and rolling over in the bed with his hands on her hips.

“Well, you should stop now, before you’re late.” Royal grabbed his face in her hands as she sat up on his thighs. Her long dark hair wrapped around her like a blanket.

“Not going to happen,” Dmitry whispered as he watch-ed her move on top of him. He held her by her wide shapely hips and closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes,” Royal demanded. “I love to see your eyes.” She adored the ice blue crystals that peered up at her with so much power and resilience. His look was the one thing that continued to devour her long after his touch.

Dmitry opened his eyes and looked at her sensually, his eyes rolling a little. “If I look at you, I may not be as late I as I could be.”

Royal laughed. “Open them still.”

“Alright,” Dmitry sighed. He pushed into her body, holding tightly to her hips and pushing her down against him. Her hands sat atop his chest, her long legs planted beside him. He looked at her in sheer amazement. This creature making love to him was in part his own making.

“One day.” He rolled her over and lifted her leg over his shoulder. “One day, I’m going to give you my son.” He kissed her lips.

“Anatoly?” she asked, confused.

“No,” Dmitry laughed. “I’ll give you my second son. Here.” He touched her stomach. “What do you think of that?”

“One day, I think that I’d like that,” she whispered.

“I’d like that too,” he said, kissing her wide inviting mouth again. “But for now, I’ll settle for giving you orgasm.”

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Dmitry crossed the threshold of his home and closed the large wooden front doors behind him fully dressed in a tweed Burberry jacket, a crisp white Michael Bastian button down, Louis Vuitton jeans and a pair of vintage loafers.

He looked out across his manicured lawn at the foggy, dark overcast. No sun would greet him to do his business today. There was no need for his shades or flip-flops. The weather was changing dramatically covering the city with cold winds, dreary skies and the closest resemblance of climate that he had to Moscow.

Mexican lawn workers dressed in old tattered jeans and red cotton jackets edged Dmitry’s massive lawn and cleaned up fallen leaves on his property while one of his men sat on the long porch rubbing the guard dog and watching them carefully. He looked over and nodded at the man, who immediately stood up.

Dmitry never came out the front door. He normally went to the garage through the hallway leading from the kitchen. But today he was surveying -checking out what his staff was doing and how they were doing it. The maid had already cleaned up the food from the night before and had started coffee and breakfast for him when he arrived downstairs to grab his newspaper and check his emails earlier that morning. The grounds crew was doing their job. His man was up and guarding the front of premises. Overall, he was pleased.

“Relax,” Dmitry said, smiling at his guard. “I’m just going to my car.”

“Yes, sir,” the large, graying Russian said, pulling at the dog’s chain to walk Dmitry around to the car.

“No need,” Dmitry said, opening his jacket just enough for the man to see his gun. “I remember time when I had no bodyguards, just balls and gun.” He motioned for the man to sit back down.

Walking along the manicured walkway, Dmitry made his way across the front of the house, to the garage. As the doors rose, he quickly jumped in his Mazarati and pulled out of his driveway.

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Royal watched from the bedroom window as Dmitry pulled out of the gate. She was still naked, wrapped in the sheets that Dmitry had torn from the bed. Her mind was now drifting the to night before, when she had come down the back stairwell in the middle of the night and heard Dmitry speaking in Russian – screaming at Anatoly, screaming at the men that guarded their home with a gun in his hand.

They all stood stiff as board, evidently afraid of the man that she adored. She couldn’t make out what he was saying to them, but she could hear that it was not good. She sat near the base of the stairwell as quiet as she possibly could, wrapped in their bed sheet listening – making out some words and completed missing others. The one word that she could understand was IVAN! Once she was sure that no one had seen her, she quickly made her way back up stairs, leaving him to his tirade.

Now she was confused about what to say to him about his brother and her increasingly complicated life. Looking at her Rolex watch, she turned away from the window and went inside of the bathroom to get