Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive
Blurb:
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.”
“Why?”
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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