Made Men 5: Dmitri's Denial (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)
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He slid his hand to her waist and then ran a thumb along her nipple on one side. Her lips parted, she hissed, and he clenched his teeth.
“So this was your plan? To surprise me with what you’ve been working on for weeks?” he asked, pulling her closer.
She ran her hands up his chest as he placed a palm over her ass and squeezed her to him.
“More like a plan of seduction, Dmitri,” she told him.
He raised one of his eyebrows at her.
“Kiss me, Dmitri, and take me to bed to make love to me. Please.”
He lifted her, kissed her, and turned to carry her from the room. He stopped at the door, pulling from her lips. “You need clothes.”
“No I don’t. The men know to stay clear of our path to your bedroom.”
“Oh, they do now.”
“Of course. Who do you think has been training me and helping me to look good for you so that you no longer turn away and scowl?” she asked teasingly, but he didn’t smirk or look as if he took that as a joke. He turned her and pressed her against the closed door. He stared down into her eyes and looked so serious.
“I couldn’t stand the sight of the pain you were in, of the beauty lost because I failed you. Never again, Yanna. Never again will I let you out of my sight unprotected or vulnerable. Never. I’m going to be a monster and you are going to have to obey my rules, my commands, and know that a made man’s woman must be obedient and submissive,” he said.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Didn’t I tell you I love you, Dmitri?”
He stared at her, and she didn’t know if he would say the words or not.
A series of Russian words escaped his lips, and then he kissed her deeply and pressed her hard against the door. He undid his pants, shoved them down, and stepped from them. He stroked her cunt, and she gasped at his fingers digging into her needy channel. A rush of cream flooded her pussy, and she moaned. A moment later he pulled his fingers from her cunt, replaced them with his cock, and held her gaze.
“Woman, I’ve never felt like this before—not ever. This wild, uneasy feeling when you’re not with me, next to me with my cock buried deep inside of you. I’m a quiet, untrusting, hard man, one who has done things I can’t take back but which come with the title and position I have. I do care for you so much it scares me, Yanna, and I am not scared of anything but losing you again. Ya tebya lyublyu. I love you,” he said and slid his cock into her pussy as she held onto his shoulders, gripping him tight.
Tears filled her eyes and he held her gaze.
“It’s been too long, Yanna. Going slow is not going to happen this first time tonight,” he said very seriously.
“It’s good we have all night then, isn’t it, my love?”
He winked right before he thrust into her hard and continued to thrust into her, making love to her against the door. Not exactly how she pictured tonight, but she was loving how it turned out anyway.
A while later as they lay in bed, perspiring and gasping for breath from another wild round of lovemaking, Dmitri lay half over her, playing with the necklace he’d bought her.
“I’m going to spoil you rotten. Adorn this body with jewelry. Maybe even here, and here,” he said, pinched her nipple, and tugged on her clit.
She swatted his hand away.
“I don’t think so, my sexy Russian,” she said and then pinched his nipple.
He grabbed her, tickled her, and pulled her against his front. She held onto his arm around her waist. He continued to kiss her shoulder and her arm and whisper how much he loved her in Russian and about the things he planned on doing with her. She closed her eyes and smiled widely. She was going to make him proud. She was going to be strong, empowered, understanding, and helpful as his woman. She would do anything for Dmitri. She would give her life for him and help him win every way she could. She would never forget what happened to her, would need help to get past the nightmares and the scars, but from that day she told Dmitri she loved him and he didn’t respond, she decided she would do whatever she needed to do to prove that this was real. That she was strong enough to get better, to fight for what she wanted, and what she wanted was Dmitri, forever.
She smiled as she thought about the saying Grisha had mentioned seeing online. It stuck with her. Be the kind of woman who when your feet hit the floor each morning, the devil says, “Oh crap, she’s up.”
She pushed her ass back against Dmitri, and immediately the man’s cock hardened. Oh yeah, she could give the devil a run for his money. Dmitri brought out a side in her she never knew existed. It must be love, the kind so powerful that denying it didn’t stand a chance.
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