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Thursday, May 15, 2014

Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive by Ann Mayburn - Excerpt Tour

Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive


As the daughter of an outlaw biker, Rya DeLuca is used to living a wild life, but nothing could prepare her for the danger of falling in love with Dimitri Novikov. To Rya he's a warm, loving, sexy as hell Dom who gives her exactly the kind of bondage and discipline she craves in the bedroom, but to the rest of the world Dimitri is a feared man, a cold blooded, heartless killer who is at the top of the Russian Mafia food chain.

While her hard and Dominant Master is her perfect match in every way that matters, their love can never last longer than a few days at most. Every moment Rya spends with Dimitri puts her life in jeopardy from rival gangs and Dimitri’s own family.

Dimitri will have to decide if he loves Rya enough to walk away from her in order to save her life, or if their love is worth starting a war that could change the world of the Russian mafia forever.

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  Rya watched as the carpeted hallway of the lodge passed beneath her face with her long hair trailing down almost enough to drag across the floor. She gave a futile kick, but Dimitri had her firmly in a fireman’s carry and she wasn’t going anywhere. He’d carried her all the way from the lake, refusing to put her down. When she really started to bitch about it, worried he’d hurt his back, he simply flipped her over his shoulder, gave her a spank that made her ass burn, and continued on his way with her.
A couple times she heard people greet Dimitri as they moved through the lodge, but they didn’t stop. If she didn’t know he was being honest about fearing for her safety, she would think he was embarrassed to be seen with her. And she had to admit, the evil claws of jealousy had come out a few times when women greeted him in a way that left no doubt they were inviting him to their bed, even if Rya couldn’t understand what they said.
Soon, Dimitri stopped, then opened a door and the next thing she knew she was flung onto his bed.
“I get your suitcase from your room. Stay here. Do not open door unless I knock twice, then three times. Like this. Understood?”
She arched a brow, but nodded. “Okay.”
He hesitated. “Do not leave, Rya. Stay here. Promise?”
Wondering why he seemed so afraid that she would leave, she tried to give him a reassuring smile. “I promise.”
He stared at her as if memorizing her features, then nodded and left.
Once the door closed behind him she let out a harsh breath and flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling above. Wow, he was one of the most intense people she’d ever met. It seemed like every moment with him was somehow richer, clearer, like he brought her world into a hyperfocused reality that was at once exhausting and wonderful. She cuddled his coat around her and smiled as she inhaled the scent of his cologne.
Being around him was at once exhilarating and exhausting.
Well, she’d found the kind of Master she’d been hoping to meet via the Submissive’s Wish Auction, but he was nothing like she thought he would be. Usually, she went for Doms who were a little more lighthearted, bringing a playful atmosphere to their scenes. Then again, while she’d had fun during that kind of BDSM play, she’d never experienced the bone-deep, soul-altering connection that her friends talked about with their Masters. It wasn’t like she didn’t try to make that connection, she really had given it her all, but she’d ended up parting ways with all of the Masters she’d played with back at her home club in New York. There was always something missing, some element she couldn’t name that just wasn’t there.
Part of her hoped she’d find that missing piece with Dimitri, while the more practical side of her mind warned her to keep her distance. But how was she supposed to distance herself from the most interesting man she’d ever met? Not only that, but Dimitri was one of the few people who had ever listened to her story about almost dying when she was a kid and believed her. He hadn’t been humoring her, and she could tell that he didn’t dismiss her ramblings as being bullshit. That touched her, deeply and she wondered why he’d been so…well, afraid of death. No, not afraid of dying, but what came after. Did he really believe he was such a bad man?
Was he a bad man?
Turning that thought over in her mind, she had to resist the urge to snoop through his stuff. Not that she expected to find a severed head in his suitcase or a collection of post cards made of human skin, but Dimitri was a perfect example of still waters running deep. She wanted to know what was beneath the surface of his mind but was afraid there might be monsters lurking in those depths. A bit of anxiety twisted through her stomach and she sat up, looking around the room, trying to find some hint of the personality of the man who slept here.
It was clean, neat, and if she didn’t know he’d been staying here for the last few days she would have no idea that anyone actually used this room. Her own room wasn’t exactly messy, but she did have some stuff thrown about, her makeup on the counter of the sink, and other small things that showed the room was being used. She wasn’t sure if Dimitri was a neat freak, or if the untouched state of the room was merely the reflection of a very careful man.
Chewing her bottom lip, she made the decision to call her step-dad as soon as she could and ask him to find information on Dimitri. Rock, her step-dad, was a very smart man and he knew people, who knew people, who knew people. If anyone could get her information on her new Master it would be Rock. Not that she was really worried about Dimitri hurting her, she believed him when he said he wouldn’t harm her, but she wanted to know more about why he believed he was in such constant danger.
She heard the pattern of knocks Dimitri had demonstrated a moment before the door opened, revealing Dimitri and her pink suitcase. She giggled at the sight of the big, bad, bearded man holding such a feminine article. He quickly shut the door, then put her suitcase next to it.
“You did not have many things.”
She shrugged. “No. The auction instructions said I should only pack two changes of clothes. So I have this dress and my shorts and t-shirt. I guess Moriz was supposed to provide me with some, but things didn’t work out that way.”
“Moriz bought you at auction?”
“Yep, he won me and another girl. Unfortunately, I got food poisoning and while I was recovering, they fell for each other.”
He leaned against the door with his arms crossed. “Why didn’t you fight to stay with him? He is attractive man and good with women.”
“Because Jean and Moriz are falling in love.”
Tilting his head as if puzzled, he frowned. “But he bought you. He should honor his agreement.”
She couldn’t tell if he was mad at her, or Moriz. “Well, if he’d honored his agreement I wouldn’t be here now, would I?”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Da. Good point. I am glad he is idiot.” His gaze darkened and she had to resist the urge to squirm as he ever so slowly looked her over. “You are so very beautiful, Rya Marie DeLuca.”
Embarrassed by the almost reverent tone he used, and how tingly it made her feel, she flushed and looked at her toes, admiring the sparkly pink pedicure she’d received before the auction. “I bet you say that to all your girls.”
“Look at me.”
She looked up and her heart gave a hard thud at the commanding, oh-so-very Dom look on his face. Tingles spread throughout her body, flooding her with a rush of hormones that made her want to press her thighs together. Whoa, this man was seriously potent and yummy. “None of those women matter. You…you matter.”
He strode across the room, his big shoulders stretching the white shirt he still wore. Sweet baby Jesus, he was handsome, and she could hardly believe he was really hers, or she was really his. Men like this dated supermodels and actresses, not girls like her. Hell, she wasn’t going to question it. He was sexy as hell and he obviously felt the same about her. Men loved her curves, always had, and Dimitri was hard as a rock for her.
When he reached her he slowly drew her to her feet and stroked his hands down her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps over her skin. “You are real to me.”
Confused, and more than a little turned on, she swayed closer to him. “I don’t understand.”
“You do not act, do not say what you think I want to hear. Honesty is something very hard to come by in my world. And I do not…I do not allow myself to touch good women like you.”
“Because you’re afraid they’ll be hurt.”
“No, because I know they will be killed.” He suddenly swept her up into his arms. “But I will destroy anyone before they get near you. I can have them killed from two miles away, through a forest of trees, and across a crowded room. No one will ever harm you if I am near.”
Part of her wanted to laugh at the drama of that statement, but she realized he wasn’t being dramatic; he was telling the truth.
“And I’ll kick the ass of any bitch who hurts you.”
His surprised laugh made her giggle. He brought her closer so he could rub his nose against hers. “I cannot imagine you fighting anyone.”
“Hey now. I may be small, but I know how to defend myself. My step-dad made sure of it.”
“Mmmm. You fight woman naked in oil for me?”
“What?” Laughing, she shoved at his chest. “Pervert.”
“I want to see my beautiful girl’s body.” He gently set her on her feet, then sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms and watching her with dark, glittering eyes. “Show me what is mine.”
A sudden case of nerves settled over her and she cleared her throat. “Just like that?”
Da. I have managed to control myself, but if I do not get to touch you soon I will rip your one dress off.”
She rather liked that image and really liked how he stared at her with such open hunger. Normally, she was very self-confident about her body. She was curvy, but the men she’d dated never complained. However, Dimitri was ripped. Seriously ripped. Even in his shirt she could tell that man had a magnificent body. Would he be turned off by her belly or her big butt? Shaking her head at her own stupid self-doubts she took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
“It would be my pleasure to show you what is yours, Master.”

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