The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book One

by Latrivia Nelson

  Her weak pants became long moans and then finally screams of ecstasy. Gripping her tightly, he moved quicker inside her body, pushing harder through the layers of her wet, velvety skin. Her heavy breasts swayed in the air, begging to be kissed. He met her rigid nipples with his mouth and sucked her wildly, lapping at her skin like a starving dog.

  “I love you, Dmitry,” she said again, this time with more passion.

  He drowned out her words and pumped her harder. Picking her up off the bed in his arms, he pulled her hips on his lap and laid her back on the bed.

  Sweat transferred between their locked bodies as he moved her up and down on him. Needing to adjust, she pulled herself into his embrace, wrapping her legs around his hips and sitting fully on his lap. He held her up without effort with one hand on her back and the other on her face. He made her watch him as he kissed her and pumped into her, harder and harder.

  The sound of skin slapping skin and moans drifted into the hallway where the bodyguards quietly listened.

  She screamed aloud, bound by his large hands.

  Then suddenly even though she tried to fight it, she imploded. Her body vibrated from the inside out, tightening around the base of his shaft.

  Dmitry watched her face strain with a thousand expressions as she arrived at her climax and finally he felt her body relax. It was then that he finished, slowly, while she watched. He kept his beautiful, blue eyes on her. His growl was virile and masculine. Veins protruded from his neck and the line down his forehead. She felt his hands grip her, and the muscles in his chest constrict.

  Pushing her hips down as hard as she could against the latex, she felt the surge of hot seed pulsing out of his body into hers only protected by the covering. It was strange, but she wished it was not there at the moment.

  Breathing hard and fast into each others mouths, they kissed as they collapsed onto the bed. With a smile on her face, she raked her hands through his blonde tendrils and felt him bite her bottom lip.

  “Spasiba,” he said, wiping his brow.

  “You’re welcome,” she answered in a cracked voice.

  Exhausted, he moved her over under his arm and laid his head back on the pillow. Looking up at the ceiling, he felt his body finally start to relax and much-needed sleep begin to set in.

  “I haven’t slept since night before last,” he said in realization. “I think I need to take a nap.” Rubbing his hand over his chest, he looked over at her and smiled.

  “Sleep then, my love,” she whispered, touching his face.

  Her voice soothed him. Closing his eyes, he cocked a long, hairy leg up and slipped his arm behind her so that she could sleep under him. Snuggling under him and sucking up the heat of his body, she closed her own eyes, happy to finally be joined with him.

  Dmitry was surprised how at peace he felt, and how much of an effect she had on him.

  Her words entered back into his mind. “I love you.”

  He knew that she did love him. Only, he knew what a serious problem that would be for her later. Still, he truly appreciated her honesty. And he could see how it would be easy to love him. He had saved her, but she had saved him too. There was no way he could have handled the acquisition of Hutton Industries alone. But she had done it and with a certain amount of ease that only a true businesswoman could have pulled off. It spoke to her intelligence and her education at the finest school of the land. After this, he just might make a serious contribution to Oxford.

  Opening his eyes, he put a careful hand on her exposed, brown shoulder and rubbed her silky skin.

  “I know that I’m not what you deserve, Elsa, but I want you to know that I appreciate you.” His deep voice was sincere.

  Elsa looked up at him under heavy dark lashes and smiled. “I love you just the way you are, Dmitry. And I know that you appreciate me. That’s why I work so hard.”

  Dmitry raised his brow. “I’ll make it worth your while. I don’t exactly know how yet, but my word is my bond.”

  “I know,” she said, pushing her body closer to him to smell the musk of sandalwood coming from his skin.

  “Now, get some rest. When we wake up, we head to Angola.”

  Elsa smiled. “My home country is a mess right now, but I’m so happy to be going back. I haven’t set foot in the country in over three years.” Her eyes lit up at the thought of seeing her mother again. “It’s beautiful there. The coast is like a dream, more beautiful than any island.”

  Dmitry smirked. “If I like it enough, I just might buy it.”

  Elsa laughed at his humor. It was good to see him coming back into himself. “I wish you could. It might be better off.” She refused to speak more about politics and her war-torn country. This moment needn’t be spoiled by all of that. “Good night,” she said happily.

  “Hmm,” Dmitry responded.

  With that, they drifted off as the sunlight from the windows kissed their skin. Naked and wrapped in a warm embrace, they slept peacefully.

  ***

  As Ivan’s team packed up and prepared to head back to London, he stood outside in the sunlight facing towards the mountains, looking at the beautiful landscapes and plotting. A cigarette burned at the end of his lips, and occasionally, he took a drag, but his mind had him enslaved.

  Last night, he had seen a side of his brother that he thought had long died. The warrior that he once looked up to had re-emerged, and it had made him proud, so proud until he wondered if his previous plans of toppling his brother’s empire once he acquired almost seemed foolish.

  If word of Dmitry’s newest defeat reached the streets, then he would be unstoppable. Not many would have the balls to face the Medlov family, and not many would stand against him.

  He knew how these things worked. Smirnov was an unmovable force who had put fear into so many until people barely spoke his name. Now, his brother was Czar. Such a thing could prove to be very valuable to a man like Ivan.

  Dmitry had already promised him his father’s clubs in Prague and London. Khalid had already given him the deeds. He had them now in his coat pocket ready to throw down on the desks of those who would bow before him once he arrived back. Plus, his brother had transferred a hefty bounty to him right before they left his father’s house.

  Ivan wondered now what need there might be in fighting his brother. Still, there was another little voice in the back of his head. Smirnov’s voice to be exact.

  The old man had warned him just like Emma had that in the grand scheme of things, he would be pushed out by his big brother…made of fool of by him. While he didn’t want to believe it, he had to pay attention to the signs.

  Would more power change his brother even more? Would more money tear apart their familial bond?

  “If it does, I’ll kill him myself,” Ivan said aloud as he heard the cold ground behind him crunch under the foot of an intruder.

  He turned quickly to find Arie spying on him.

  The wind ripped through her hair and iced her pale face. Red lips smiled deviously at him as she stuck her small hands in the pockets of her leather coat and made her way from the back of the barn towards him.

  “You’re up,” Ivan said, turning back around.

  She joined him, popped a cigarette in her mouth and lit it quickly. “I couldn’t sleep without you.”

  He looked down at the crown of her head, at the jet black strands of her hair and felt a sense of possession over her.

  “I didn’t want to wake you,” he said almost lovingly.

  “What are you out here thinking about?” she asked quickly.

  “Everything.”

  “Well, I’ve been thinking about one thing and one thing only.”

  “I fucked you all night. You should barely be able to walk,” Ivan said, spitting into the fresh snow beside him.

  “Not that,” she answered, sucking her teeth. “Your brother’s promise. I want to tell Dorian now.” She looked up at Ivan for approval.

  Ivan raised his brow. “Dmitry said to wait until we
arrive back in London for obvious reasons. We don’t want a fucking war on our hands with our own men in Prague.”

  Arie was not happy. She rolled her eyes and sneered. “Isn’t this your team? Dmitry isn’t even going back with us. How will he know if we do this now or later?”

  “By the gun shots,” Ivan answered. “It’s not a good idea.”

  “So now that your brother is Czar, you’ve become his lackey, incapable of thinking on your own?”

  Enraged, Ivan turned and slapped her down into the snow. She fell without grace, hitting her butt on the ground. She quickly got up and brushed herself off. Sucking the blood from her lip, she snapped. “Fuck you!”

  “Don’t fucking push me,” Ivan said, pointing his finger. He looked away from her with a huff. Fucking women. “This is my team, and you still answer to me. And I say that you wait. It’s not about Dmitry.”

  “I doubt that very seriously,” she said, stepping away from him. She thumped the cigarette into the snow and looked up at him. “I deserve this and you know it.”

  Ivan was unmoved.

  “Everyone got something out of this. Dorian got over a hundred thousand dollars and so did the others. All I got was my freedom and I want it now,” she pouted.

  It was too early in the morning for a squabble. He scratched his eyes and bit his lip. “Fine. Go in there, look your brother in the face and tell him that you struck a deal behind his back to lead his team and put him in bitch status and see what happens. He’ll put a hole in your chest with one of those mini guns, and I won’t half fucking blame him. Quit being a cunt and just wait!”

  With that, he turned away from her and walked towards the trees. He needed to think, and he didn’t need her crowding his mind with her own family bullshit. She had put up with him for nearly eighteen years; she could handle being at Dorian’s beckoned called for a few more days.

  “Where are you going?” she called out as he walked away.

  “To mind my own fucking business…now fuck off,” he said, shaking his head. “Stupid bitch.”

  Arie watched him disappear into the trees and leave her in the clearing alone. Enraged, she turned and looked at the barn.

  “I won’t wait one more fucking minute,” she said aloud as she walked back towards the barn. Pulling out the gun inside her jacket, she did a brass check, flipped the safety off and headed inside.

  To be continued….

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