The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book One

by Latrivia Nelson

  Breathing against his face, she looked into his blue eyes and wrapped her long, slender fingers around him. “Yes, I thought you’d never ask.”

  Swooping her up in his arms, he carried her out of the bedroom. Curiously, she looked around. “Where are we going?” she asked, a little concerned.

  “To my bed.”

  “But your wife,” she protested.

  “I’m not married anymore.” He kicked the door open with his foot and stepped inside, then kicked it shut. “Lock that for me. It’s a door meant for short people,” he explained, bending down for her to reach it.

  She locked it obediently with one arm around his neck and the other reaching out to the brass lock.

  Carrying her to his massive bed, he laid her down gently. “I want to erase every memory of her. We start here,” he said, touching the bed.

  She sat up, and looked at him. “You want to erase her memory? Isn’t that a bit harsh for someone who has done so much for you?”

  “No,” Dmitry answered angrily, reaching for her. He paused suddenly with his finger wrapped around a strand of her hair. Looking into her eyes, he frowned. “Are you on birth control of some type?”

  “Yes,” she answered. “But I would prefer if you used a condom anyway.”

  “Of course,” he said smiling. “We’ll get to that when it’s time.” Crawling into the large bed with her, he arrived back at her lips. Breathing over them, he ran his large hands over her goose-bumped shoulders. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she said, pulling his shirt off. “Yes.”

  Dmitry groaned. “You’re so beautiful.” Kissing her lips finally, he slowly tasted her mouth, searching for every truth and every lie. Warm flesh mingled together as they slowly bonded into one. She tasted like mint leaves and smelled of rose oil. It was infused into her skin and hair, driving him mad with want. There was nothing that turned him on more than pure femininity.

  Running his large hand over the soft fabric of her kimono, he found his way to her firm round breasts that had pebbled with his touch. He massaged her aching nipples carefully, savoring the feel of her body.

  Spellbound by his touch, she let out a whimper. Her head rested back on the pillow that he scooped up for her and she watched as he slowly and seductively removed her gown to reveal, deep brown, perfect flesh.

  He ran his hands from her hips down to her ankles, then kissed the inside arch of her foot. Closing her eyes, she felt him raise her legs and open them as he made his way to the center of her body. Heat rose from her core, greeting his welcomed arrival.

  “What do you like?” Dmitry whispered as he hovered over her. His long manhood, brushed against her body.

  “Do you know how long it has been since a man asked that?” she asked sincerely.

  “Do you know how long it has been since I have asked a woman simply because I desired to please her?” He looked back into her eyes.

  “I want to be made love to, like a queen,” she said, biting her lip. “I want to be touched softly, gently.” A tear ran from the corner of her eye, holding back some dark memory. “What do you want?”

  Dmitry licked his lips. In a husky voice, he finally answered, “I want to make love to you all night until I cannot muster enough strength to carry on, and in the morning, I want things to go back to the way that they were before.”

  “You don’t want love?” she asked amused.

  “I don’t need it,” he answered. “A man in my position cannot afford love. But I need pleasure. I can give you the same measure that you give me, and I’ll never feel as though either one of us belongs to the other. You won’t be my possession.”

  She looked up at him and clenched her jaw. “Promises, promises.”

  “My word is all you need from me. It is the most valuable thing I own.”

  “Very well. Tomorrow, things will return to the way that they were,” she reached out for him. “But tonight, we can pretend that we love each other, right?”

  Dmitry smiled, revealing his dimples. “Tonight, we don’t have to pretend.”

  Elsa was quiet. “So, if I scream out that I love you, it won’t startle you?”

  “No,” Dmitry said, reaching over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom out of the drawer. “You can scream until you go hoarse. No one is going to say anything to you.” He ran his hand back over her hot skin. “This AIDS epidemic is real. Have you been tested?” He looked into her eyes and waited for an answer. He wished like hell that she would give him the right answer.

  “Yes, just last month. I’m negative. You?”

  “Negative,” he answered.

  Bending down to her neck, he kissed a trail on her sweet skin from her collar bone down to her needy breasts. She arched her back as she felt his hot breath then his warm, fleshy mouth slowly suckle her. Wrapping his arms around her to protect her from the world, he tasted her skin and felt her come alive in his arms.

  Her long legs wrapped around his waist and locked at the ankles. As she felt him pull her upwards into the air, she heard the sheath to the condom tear. He looked into her eyes as he slid the contraceptive on, then with great care guided her onto his pulsating shaft, giving her as much as he thought that she could take.

  There was not a word for what Elsa felt. The walls of her body began to quake first and then shattered under the pressure of gigantic, erect penis. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she found herself in his warm lap and in his protective embrace. With his legs stretched out, he held her up on his thighs glistening and slick with her cream and kissed her mouth again.

  “Oh, Dmitry,” she whimpered as her sex muscled clenched around him.

  There was nothing better than being free and tonight, she finally felt like she was with a man by choice. She felt as though she was his equal, both needing and giving something in return.

  He watched her happily. With gentle strokes, he held her narrow back with his strong hands and looked into her eyes. “Say my name again,” he said, pushing her body all the way down on him. Kissing her swan-like neck, he felt her quiver again, sending a shock wave down into own stomach.

  “Dmitry…Medlov,” she said, before he ducked in for another kiss. He loved the way her mouth formed to say his name. She said it like no other woman had, like it was something wonderful.

  Laying her back on the bed, he opened her legs and slid in between them. Their bodies melted into the comforter that he used to make love to his dead wife on. He felt her body began to sweat and her scent begin to transfer on to it. He knew that he had to work harder, if he truly wanted to destroy this temple that he had built for himself.

  Pulling out of her body, he took the end of the silk sheet and wiped between her legs, then slowly ducked his head between them. Cunnilingus was always something that he regarded as private. He only did such an act with a woman he was truly interested in. This time, he did it not only because he desired Elsa but because he knew it was one of the most intimate things he had done with Catherine in this very bed, at times.

  Unknowing of Dmitry’s thoughts, Elsa laid in rapture as he ravaged her. His pointed tongue on her clit destroyed any hopes for control. Her body convulsed as he kissed her, holding her legs in both of his arms. Pent to the bed, she cried out as she felt a wave of shocks and jolts tremor through her. The wave of sensations nearly electrified her.

  “Yes!” she cried out. “Dmitry. Oh, I love you!!!”

  Feeling her body erupt, he moved away from her and turned her over on her side. Her sex creamed over on him. It was just what he wanted her to do. Rubbing his hand in between her slick legs, he smeared her evidence on the sheets.

  Finally, he could no longer see Catherine’s face. He entered Elsa again, this time with more passion. Raising his leg, he pumped into her body with powerful, coiling strikes that made her grab the sheets for stability and to withstand the shock of his impaling shaft. The wetness continued to run over the both of them and mingle with the sweat that slicked their bodies like oil.

 
Dmitry loved the sensation. He loved her youth and vitality. But what he loved most was that when this was done, he would owe neither of them.

  With one hand on her hip and the other wrapped in her thick, dark hair, he made her submit to his will. Growling, he pulled her to him, arching her back with his touch.

  With each deafening blow, he complimented it with a softer one, creating a mind-blowing rhythm that drove her mad. For a moment, all she could do was moan, feeling her body quiver and shake then take more and more and more.

  “I can’t take it,” she gasped, feeling her body preparing to climax again. “I can’t…”

  Dmitry continued, this time turning her around on her stomach, he laid her flat and rubbed his hands over her back. Massaging her small muscles, he finally lay on top of her, making sure not to drop his weight completely, then after opening her legs, he covertly slid from behind into her already quivering sex again.

  “Oh, Dmitry,” she said, feeling his body slap against hers.

  Kissing the crown of her head, he pushed against her flesh, savoring the firmness of her backside. Digging into the bed, she arched her back just enough to make the familiar zinger run through Dmitry’s body from his fingertips to his toes.

  “Yes,” he said, coiling his strikes and rotating his hips. “Yes.” He bucked back.

  She arched her back a little more to please him, loving his masculine voice.

  “Turn around,” Dmitry ordered, feeling himself nearing the end. “I want to see your face.”

  He turned her around and slipped off the condom. She looked down stunned. Opening her legs wider, she waited. This time the feeling was warmer, fleshier, better. His velvet head entered. Her sex began to clench tight as she felt his long, hard shaft pulsating inside, creating new and completely different sensations.

  Kissing her lips, he slid in and out of her making her watch, until finally his toes cramped and he felt his body tense up. Pulling out, he let his seed soak her stomach. He moaned and pushed against her body, slicking both of them with cream as he finished

  Elsa looked on amazed. He was absolutely beautiful.

  Panting, Dmitry wiped the sweat and residue from his stone-carved abs and then took the sheet and wiped her body clean. Lying beside her, he cocked one leg up and put his arm up beside her on the pillow.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, looking at her.

  “Yes,” she said, panting.

  “Good,” he said, looking back at the ceiling. “Would you like some water before….we begin again?”

  Elsa bit her lip in amazement. “Yes,” she said, watching him as he jumped out of bed and headed to the table across the room, where the tray with beverages were.

  Sitting up in bed, she took the bottle of water from him and sighed. “That was amazing.”

  Dmitry smiled. “It’s been a long time. I’ll be better in just a minute.” He walked to the bathroom to wash his face. “You may want to throw those covers on the floor, eh. Unless you like sticky.”

  “Okay,” she said, doing as he suggested. “Did we accomplish our mission to erase your Catherine?” she asked.

  Dmitry looked in the bathroom mirror at his naked, sweaty, red body. “We’re nearly there,” he said, splashing the water in his face.

  He walked back out to the bedroom and leaned against the doorway naked. “I think by morning, I’ll be good.”

  “I think by morning, I’ll be no good,” Elsa said grinning.

  ***

  Arie laid beside Ivan in the dark stillness of his bedroom and felt at peace. This man, the one she’d heard was a devil, was in actuality just an angry soul like her. He felt no obligation to the world, but a great deal of disgust with it as she did.

  Trailing her fingers over his chest, she looked up at him and smiled.

  Ivan didn’t return the gaze. Instead, he looked up at the ceiling in deep thought.

  “What’s the deal with you and your brother?” Ivan asked suddenly. “He’s black. You’re obviously not.”

  “We have the same father, different mothers. His mother was African and my mother was Chechen. Our father was Ukrainian.”

  “Was?”

  “They were all slaughtered, though not at the same time or even in the same way.”

  “Political bullshit or religious?”

  “Both,” she said, moving off his chest.

  He grabbed her by her naked waist. “Where do you think that you’re going?”

  “Back to my room. It will be morning soon. Dorian will…”

  “Fuck Dorian. You’re a grown woman. You stay here with me tonight. If he has problem with that, let him come talk to me.”

  “Are you sure that you want to do that?” she asked amused.

  Ivan lifted his head and gripped her tighter. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  She lowered down to his face and looked him in his eyes. “Careful, Medlov. You might trip.”

  “If I fall, I’m taking you with me,” he said, grabbing her by the back of the head.

  She fell back into his kiss, savoring the taste of the heavy alcohol on his breath and his natural male scent. Skin-to-skin, she could feel the beat of his racing heart and the warmth of his body as he embraced her in his muscular hold.

  With one hand weaved into her hair and the other planted squarely on her backside, he pulled her down into a haze of lust again, drowning her with seismic pulses of adrenaline that shot through her entire body.

  His long tongue moved from her mouth to her neck and the vein pumping out of it. Like a vampire, he sucked on her as his hands slid over her body, awakening the aching parts of her that he planned to ravage again.

  It wasn’t just his sex that drove her crazy; it was his angry demand of her, his unwillingness to yield. They were both rebels without a cause. She had never felt so at ease with any man, and there had been many. Only she was not certain yet, why she felt this way for him.

  Ivan could feel her mind pulling her body away from him and quickly snatched her back to reality. Biting her ear, he felt her wince. “Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered her.

  “I’m not leaving,” she answered into his mouth.

  “I don’t mean physically,” he said, letting her know that they were mentally connected for the moment. “Don’t let your mind take you away right now.”

  Gawking at the mere mention of anything that wasn’t obvious or physical, let her know that Ivan had another side. She appreciated his attentiveness, even as cave-like as it was.

  “I’m here,” she assured, running her hand through his coal-black hair. “I’m right here.”

  Chapter Nine

  The Medlov manor was usually alive with movement by six in the morning, because of Dmitry’s normal regiment of gym training, breakfast and then early reading of all the newspapers. However, as the sun beamed across the vast green land the morning after his escapades, at eight he was still wrapped around Elsa in his bed.

  Sleeping heavily, his large chest raised her up and down with each rhythmic, deep breath as she rested upon him. Both naked and exhausted, they had ignored the chiming of the grandfather clock across the room and the brass alarm clock on the nightstand.

  As the glow of the majestic room went from dark to warm and bright, they finally began to move around. Dmitry, used to Catherine sleeping on top of him, automatically pulled Elsa up on his chest and adjusted her like a baby. But she, only used to sleeping alone, finally emerged from her sleep and realized that she was tangled in a body web with her boss.

  Stretching herself out, she rolled from his taut body and landed gracefully on the floor beside the bed. Feet snuggled in the plush carpet below, she found her kimono and slipped it on. There was only just under a thousand feet from his bedroom to hers. She was certain that she could go the short distance without being detected by anyone.

  Checking herself in the mirror across from the bed, she saw Dmitry’s reflection in the mirror. His blue prisms were watching her.

  “Good morning,�
�� she whispered in a cracked voice, turning towards him.

  Dmitry wiped his eyes and looked at the alarm clock. “Good morning,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. “Why are you up so early?”

  “I have to fulfill my side of the bargain. Remember? Last night, you made me feel like a queen, and this morning, I need to get back to the way things were before we…made love.” She twisted her hair in a long braid and tucked it away.

  Dmitry raised his brow. “How can my side of the bargain be complete when you haven’t eaten a thing? Come sit down. I’ll have breakfast brought to you.”