Dimitri

by April Zyon

  I lifted my hand and rang the bell to her house and waited for the butler to answer. When it was Scarlett standing there, I simply smiled and pulled her into me. I couldn’t stop myself. I kissed her, then shook my head. “What the hell are you doing answering the door instead of having the big butler that your father hired do it, baby?”

  “Because I knew it was you, silly.” She snuggled in closer to me, her happiness all but filling me to capacity and beyond. Fuck, I loved when she was happy.

  “Do you have everything you need, honey?” I asked her and nipped her ear. Today was doctor day and also ultrasound day, which meant we got to see our baby. If we were lucky, from what her OB told us, we would find out what the sex of the baby was today. Honestly, I didn’t care what the sex of the baby was as long as it was healthy, and from the bloodwork that they’d taken, as well as the amniotic tests, the baby was perfectly healthy. I also knew, from the many books I’d been reading, that the doctors knew exactly what the sex of my child was right now because of the amniotic testing that had been done.

  “I just have to grab my purse and then we can go.”

  “What about your suitcases?” I pulled back to look down at her. “Remember you are moving in with me today, love.” I ran my thumb over her full lower lip.

  “I know that I am and your men can come back and get everything later. Right now we need to go or we will be late, which is why I need to get my purse. Let me go, Dimitri.”

  I let her go because she was right—we were running behind. I stepped into the foyer of the home and waved at her mother. It didn’t take Scarlett long before she was racing my way, her hand on her stomach, which again had me smiling.

  An hour later she and I were sitting in a darkened room with her OB. She and I both watched the small monitor as the woman ran the wand over her belly, and I felt my heart nearly explode when I saw my child inside of the woman that I loved. It didn’t look like a fully grown baby, but I could tell it was a baby. Scarlett gripped my hand tighter, and when I looked down at her, she was crying. I leaned down and kissed her cheek, brushing the tears from her eyes. In my native tongue I told her how much I loved her and how proud I was of her. That’s when we saw it. The boy shifted and made certain that we saw the pride of his manhood, and I couldn’t help but laugh. He even made a move almost like pointing down at his genitals, saying, look at me, parents, I have a penis!

  The OB laughed and told us something about her only being nineteen weeks and this wasn’t typical, but then again this was Scarlett’s child, he was my child, so there was nothing about him that would ever be typical. I simply smiled at the OB and nodded. That’s my boy. All I could think about was the fact that Scarlett was carrying my son and she had protected him so well from my father. She was going to be the best mother ever. Hell, she already was!

  Once the doctor took all of the measurements she wanted to take, she cleaned Scarlett’s belly, then passed us over a DVD and several black-and-white photos she had taken of our son. Our son. God, just the thought of being a father was a heady sensation, but the knowledge that I was having a son was even more incredible. After the doctor left the room, I helped Scarlett dress, then pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply. I ran my hands up and down her back and placed a hand on her slight baby bump. “You have given me so much, baby. I love you, Scarlett. Now, let’s go home?”

  “Home. I like the sound of that.” She let me lead her out of the office and didn’t fuss this time when my men surrounded us while we rode the elevator down to the parking level, then once more while we walked to the SUV. I wouldn’t take any chance with her and it seemed neither would my men. I might be ready to settle down with one woman, but that didn’t mean I didn’t still have enemies.

  ****

  Later that night

  Once I had gotten all of Scarlett’s things transferred from her parents’ house, I was able to finally relax. I felt better because she was in a place that I knew was protected, and now that I had Gregori locked in a small box, I knew I had people I could trust. After I was sure Scarlett had eaten as much as she possibly could for lunch, I took her upstairs to our bedroom. Later I would show her the nursery, which connected to our bedroom, but right now I needed her naked and needed to feel her, taste her, and fuck her more than anything else in the world.

  I picked Scarlett up, her laughing when I did so, and raced up the stairs with her. I tossed her onto my bed and took in the sight of her there. Fuck. “Goddamn, Letty, you look perfect in my bed.”

  “Our bed,” she replied saucily and reached for me. “Now get over here, because I’m feeling awfully alone and far too dressed.” Damn her beautiful eyes!

  I stripped out of my clothes so that when I got into bed, my sole focus could be on her and her alone. When I climbed into bed with her, I looked down at her and wondered how I had gotten so lucky? Her golden-blonde hair was fanned out and she looked at me with such trust, such love with her icy blue eyes. Everything about her was perfect. Fuck, she was so much more than I deserved, but I would never give her up. She was the sexiest woman alive. Her eyes were hazy with desire, but I could see that submission already in how she had her head slightly tilted to the side, her hands up and already placed on the small cuffs that I had in place for her and her alone. No one else had ever been in this bed before.

  “So, I’m assuming you want me to put these on?” she asked in a husky voice that told me she was very damn well into it.

  “Yes, baby,” I told her and helped her out of her shirt and bra. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples. Leaning in, I took one of them into my mouth and suckled lightly. “Fuck, baby, you are amazing to me,” I told her, then explained everything to her.

  “I am a man that needs control.” I had never had to explain this, but she deserved it. The whores I had fucked before knew the score, but I didn’t think Scarlett would. “And when we are in the bedroom, you will submit to me. I am your Dom and you are my submissive. You still have control, baby, but you need to know that if I ever, ever do anything you don’t like or that hurts you, I need for you to tell me.”

  “Wouldn’t I just ask you to stop?” she asked with confusion while I put the padded cuffs on her wrists, ones that wouldn’t harm her at all.

  “No, if you ever need for me to stop, you would use what is called a safe word.” I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, then nipped her ear with my teeth. “Your safe word will be red. If there is ever, ever in our lifetime anything that you need for me to stop doing, just simply say red and I will stop immediately with no questions asked, no hesitations. You are my priority, baby. Your happiness and safety will always come first.”

  I watched her as she lifted slightly and arched. I needed to hear her acceptance. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, yes, I understand.”

  “Sir. When we are in the bedroom and we are fucking, you will call me Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She moaned. She was such a good little subbie. She was already giving in to the delights of giving in and handing me full control. I was truly a blessed man. Once she was fully immobile and stripped naked, I shifted down her body so that I lay between her legs. I looked at her beautifully naked pussy and smiled. Damn, she even waxed and I didn’t have to tell her to do it. Her pussy was pink and wet, so ready for me, the lips of her beautiful labia glistening and waiting for my touch.

  I parted her and pushed her legs apart. I buried my head between her thighs and began to lick at her clit like a man starved. I spread her pussy with my fingers of one hand and smiled when she began to buck against my face, trying to ride my tongue. I laughed.

  I loved the way she responded to my touches, her moans, the way her entire body trembled. Her eyes would squeeze closed, but through it all she kept her hands above her head and gripped the headboard with the cuffs on her wrists. My cock was throbbing, but I pressed it hard against the mattress so this could be all about her for a while.

  I grabbed one of her long legs and threw it up and o
ver my shoulder so I could move in closer to her sweet pussy. I wanted more of her, needed more of her. I pushed two fingers deep into Scarlett’s pussy hard and was rewarded with a gush of her honey, which I lapped up greedily. While I started to flick her clit with my tongue, I curved my fingers inside of her in a come-here motion until I found her inner bundle of nerves that would drive her crazy. Once I found it, I rubbed that and curled my fingers around it while my thumb now stroked over her clit.

  She began to pant, tossing and turning her head and lifting up on one foot so that she could push her pussy against my face harder and harder. I pulled away and watched her. She was flushed and I smiled. “Come, baby, go flying and know I will fucking catch you,” I commanded while slipping a third finger into her pussy and letting my pinky slide into her anus. I didn’t let up. I didn’t slow my ministrations. I wanted her to ride her orgasm into another one. She didn’t disappoint. I heard her whimper, and when I looked up at her face again, she screamed. Fuck, I loved that sound! I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her body because I wanted her to know just how good giving up control to me would feel.

  I watched her, and when she looked up at me with that well-pleased look, that was when I moved. I shifted so the leg I had put up and over my shoulder now rested on my upper hip and put the head of my cock at her wet pussy entrance, my fingers now withdrawn and thumb lightly stroking her clit. “Are you ready for more, baby?”

  “Oh God, yes,” she whispered, and I watched her fingers grip, release, then grip the headboard once more. She really was perfect for me. “Kiss me, please, Sir?” she begged, and how could I deny her anything? I leaned in and kissed her, letting her taste her own musk that I had so greedily lapped up from her pussy. She didn’t hesitate at all, however. She kissed me right back, moaning into my mouth while wrapping her other leg around me and pulling my hips against her body.

  I felt my cock slipping deeper into her body, then pulled back so I could look down at her. “I will never get enough of you, Letty,” I told her, releasing her hands from the cuffs and running my fingers over her wrists when I did so. “I will never let you go. I want you in my life forever,” I told her while leaning in to kiss her again. My fingers gently caressed and moved over her wrists so that I could ease the redness that was on her wrists from the cuffs. I wanted to take care of her even while my dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. I pumped in and out of her body. I teased her clit and asshole alternately until she was again screaming my name, her pussy clenching my cock so hard that I shouted her name as I erupted inside of her womb while she went flying under me again. That’s when I heard it. Finally I heard the three most amazing words from her ever.

  “I love you.” She whispered those words, and I pulled her even closer while rolling our bodies to the side so that I didn’t crush her.

  I caressed her cheek and smiled. “Say it again,” I demanded. “Say it louder, Letty. Own it, baby.” She needed to own those three words so that I could ask her the biggest question I would ever ask anyone.

  “I love you, Dimitri. I never, ever believed these girls that said they fell in love at first sight, but I swear I think I did. I didn’t even talk to you. I simply saw you across a room with a woman that I hate and who hates me, but the second our eyes met, I think my heart belonged to you from that moment.”

  Thank fuck she finally opened up and admitted it! I stroked my thumb along her jaw. “You know that I love you, Letty. You are the only woman who has ever been in this house, has ever been in this bed, and ever will be. Marry me?” I asked her softly. This wasn’t how I wanted to ask her, but this felt like the right time. “Marry me, Scarlett?”

  She began to cry. No, not tears! I couldn’t handle her tears! I could deal with anything except for her crying. “Please, baby, don’t cry,” I begged her.

  “Yes,” she chocked out finally. “But you better have me a big and beautiful ring, not gaudy, because of how you just asked me.” There she was. Between the tears, she was ordering me around.

  “Stay right here,” I said with a smile, then pulled away from her so I could get the ring I had stashed in my jacket pocket. Getting back into the bed with her, I covered both of us with the sheet and passed her the blue box. “Open it, love. Tell me how I did.” The ring was worth a small fucking fortune, but she was worth it and so much more.

  When she opened the Tiffany’s box, I heard her gasp, then felt her hand go around the back of my neck to pull me closer. So, she wanted a kiss. She could have at least asked, but I would let her get away with the non-verbal demands right now. I kissed her hungrily, felt my dick getting hard all over again, and smiled against her lips. When I pulled back, I asked her, “So, did I do good with the ring?”

  “Yes, yes, you big dork, you did perfectly with the ring!” she told me and laughed, slipping the ring on her finger with happy tears racing down her cheeks. “Are you going to marry me before the baby gets here? If so, then we are going to have to go to Vegas or something, because I know my mom and dad and they will want to do up a huge wedding if we try to do something small here.”

  “Oh hell no. We are flying to Vegas tomorrow or the next day. We will call your parents and see if they want to be there, because I won’t cut them out of your life, baby, but I’m marrying you just as fast as I possibly can.”

  “Thank you.” She began to tear up again. What was it with pregnant women and the crying? I know I read about the hormones, but she was supposed to be happy and not crying!

  “Oh, baby, don’t cry. You’re giving me a complex here.” I wiped at her tears again.

  “They are happy tears. I’m so happy.” She looked up at me and smiled. Holy shit, that smile of hers made me feel as if I were a king.

  “Good, if they are happy tears, then I suppose I will live with them,” I told her and leaned in to kiss her again, and make love to her again and again, since we didn’t have anything to do for a little while yet today.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Scarlett

  I couldn’t believe it was my wedding day. Christ, I couldn’t believe it had only been a few months since I was at the Gala and saw Dimitri from across the room, but it was. Now here we were in Las Vegas about to get married, no, not by Elvis, but by an actual priest that Dimitri had flown to Vegas with us. A priest that had spent the last twenty-four hours ensuring that he was legally able to tie my life with Dimitri’s. I personally didn’t think it should take that long, but Dimitri wasn’t taking any chances at all when it came to having his forever with me. He wanted to make damn certain that at least this one thing he did was well and truly legal, which had made me giggle when he’d said it like that.

  But there I stood in an amazing Vera Wang gown that I knew for a fact my parents had paid far more for than they should have so that it would be ready for today. I heard my mom in the background talking to Daddy on the phone, but I wasn’t really listening. To be perfectly honest, I was too caught up in my reflection and the reality of the moment, the day. I was getting married to a man I had met across a room and had fallen in love with at a glance. It was amazing, fantastic, and I felt like I was going to be sick again.

  I looked around the room and there was Edlyn, running with the bucket as if she knew I was going to puke—either that or she was just trying to get some distance from my brother, Vincent, and one of Dimitri’s enforcers, Ivan. I don’t know what was going on with the three of them, but poor Edi looked as pale as I was sure that I did. Thankfully she got to me in time.

  I knew I shouldn’t have let Edi and Al talk me into breakfast that morning. I thought I was over all of the morning sickness and everything like that, but it seemed that my child was making sure I knew he was present for this wedding, as if I didn’t know by the little bump he created under the skin-tight gown.

  An hour later I was cleaned up once more and moving away from the room I had been in for the last twelve hours. It had sucked because I hadn’t been able to sleep in Dimitri’s arms last night. I missed h
im. I missed his smell, his touch, everything about him. I had gotten used to sleeping with him, and now that I had a night where he wasn’t in our bed, I was definitely going to make certain he knew that was never happening again. I found I didn’t like sleeping alone, even if I really wasn’t alone in the bed since Alissa and Edlyn piled into the bed with me and we watched movies and ate terrible food until all of us fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Not exactly a rock-n-roll kind of bachelorette party, but who needed strippers when I had Dimitri waiting for me? I also knew that Al was sleeping with Dafid. She spilled that little charmer last night while we binge watched Game of Thrones on HBO. I wanted to be mad at her for blowing me off all of those months, but I couldn’t. I knew just how powerful the love of these Russian men was.

  Which had me looking at Edlyn again. What was going on with her and Ivan? I had seen the looks they were shooting each other, but I knew for a fact she was in love with my brother. Then again, he suddenly began to see Edi as someone other than my friend, because when she showed up ten hours after I called her to tell her I was getting married, Vinny was at the house I shared with Dimitri when she walked in, and I swear I saw something shift in him. I didn’t blame him. Edi was a beautiful woman. She was filled with curves in all the right places and so giving that she could be up for sainthood any day now, I was sure, but the byplay with Vinny, Ivan, and Edi I didn’t understand. Maybe Dimitri would.

  Right now, we were all walking down to the limo. My small bridal party, which consisted of my two best friends and my mom, was surrounded by more guards than the president gets on a daily basis, but I got it. Dimitri had almost lost me once, and he still had enemies. We weren’t on his home turf, so he had to protect me and our child. I had spent the last bit getting to know some of what he did but not a lot. He didn’t want me to know a lot, because he didn’t want me to be used against him if he was ever arrested. Yep, that was the life I was willingly stepping into. I was marrying a mob boss, and I couldn’t be happier.