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Amelia

“I can’t believe you invited your entire family over and didn’t warn me.” I come out of Dmitri’s en suite bathroom with a thick towel wrapped around my torso.

Dmitri sits at the foot of the bed, watching me with an expression that suggests I should have stayed in the bathroom to get dressed. He looks ready to pounce.

“You should have told me earlier,” I admonish as I pad my way to the door.

“Where are you going in that towel?” His question is given with such force it nearly slams the door shut on its own.

“To get my things. I unpacked the suitcases last night.”

He frowns. “I had them moved in here this morning when you were having breakfast. Did you really think I’d let you stay anywhere other than my bed?”

“I thought by this morning you’d have come to your senses, yes. Having separate bedrooms isn’t the end of the world; a lot of couples do it.”

“We don’t,” he says. “And you knew that, which is why you waited until I was busy before you snuck into the other room to unpack your things.”

I turn back to the dresser where he’s pointing and pull open the drawer. Inside stacked neatly are my leggings and jeans, exactly as I had them in the other bedroom.

“They moved everything in the hour I was downstairs?” I check the other drawers to find everything just as I had it, only now it’s in here. “Do you have magical staff?”

“I have an efficient staff,” he says as I open the door to the closet.

The closet is breathtaking.

There’s enough room in here to turn it into a small bedroom. On one side of the closet hangs suits, dress shirts, and there are several racks of ties. An entire shelving system is used for his shoes.

My clothes don’t even fill the whole half of the closet he’s cleared for me. But everything’s there. My five pairs of shoes are on my own set of shelves.

“I would have thought you’d have more clothes.” His voice sends a shiver over my skin as he appears behind me.

From the full-length mirror against the far wall, I watch him press himself behind me, looking down at my profile.

My nipples tighten beneath the plush towel.

“I don’t have any need for it. I have enough to get through the work week. I have a few nice things for when I had to go to a dinner with Lucas or some benefit. It’s enough.” I start pushing the hangers aside to find something for this afternoon.

His cousins, their wives, his uncle, and other people I lost count of when he finally got around to telling me about them are coming over for dinner. In an hour.

“This might do.”

I pull out a navy-blue dress I wore to a holiday luncheon Lucas’ friends held. He’d dragged me to it as his plus one because he’d broken up with yet another girlfriend the week before.

Dmitri removes the hanger from my hand and turns it more into the light before hanging it back up.

“No. Nothing that formal.”

“Too formal? Aren’t you wearing a suit?” I haven’t seen him wear anything other than suits and ties. Aside from last night when he wore nothing at all to bed.

“No.” He glances down at the black button-down he put on this morning before going down to breakfast with me.

“Fine. A blouse and some slacks then.” I push the dresses aside and pull out a pair of black pants. “These alright?”

He eyes them. “You need to go shopping. Lucas should have made sure you had more than what you have. He had the money.”

“I didn’t take his money.” I turn away from him and go back to searching for a blouse that would go well with the pants.

“Why not?”

“Because it was his money. Not my money.” I find a soft pink blouse, but think better of it.

If I spill something at dinner, it will be painfully obvious.

“You were his sister.”

I sigh. He’s not going to stop picking until he gets the answer he wants.

“My father liked to remind me, at every opportunity he could, that my mother tricked him into marrying him by getting pregnant with me. He said I was her golden ticket.” I pull out a dark purple blouse, realize he’s shaking his head no at me, and put it back.

“You father said that?” he presses when I go back on the hunt.

“Yes. He said she only wanted his money. Which wasn’t true, but he never would listen to anyone. This one?” I find a gray sweater.

“No. This one.” He reaches past me and plucks a green blouse I haven’t worn in a while. “It brings the green out in your eyes.”

“I don’t have green eyes.” I take the hanger from him.

“No, you have hazel eyes. A nice blend of brown and green. This will bring out the green,” he says. “Now go on, what other nonsense did that old man fill your head with?”

His tone changes when he mentions my father, almost as if there’s a hatred lingering there for him. Dmitri wouldn’t be the first person to have past anger at my father, but I’m curious as to what his issue is.

“He made it a point to make sure I understood his money was his money. I hadn’t earned a penny of it. I think that’s partly why Lucas wouldn’t go into politics with Dad. He didn’t want my father to be able to hold it over him that he’d given him a leg up.”

“Lucas built his firm without your father’s help? Not even the startup cash?”

“No. Lucas and I didn’t share a mother. Well, you knew that, but anyway, his mother had died from breast cancer when he was in high school. She had her own money; her father had been an investment broker or something like that. When she died, everything she had went to Lucas. She specifically left my father out of her will.”

Dmitri’s eyebrows rise. “Really? She cut out her own husband?”

“Yes.” I smile. “Lucas told me once he thought his mother saw through Dad’s bullshit and knew if she left it to him, Lucas wouldn’t see a dime. So, when she got sick, she changed her will and cut him out.”

“So Lucas used that to start his firm.”

“Some of it. Yes.” I nod. “He wouldn’t use the whole amount because he didn’t want anyone to say he didn’t do it on his own. So he put up some of the cash and then got a few investors. He was very persuasive when he wanted to be.”

With my outfit picked out, I try to step around him to the door.

“Dmitri, move,” I laugh. My underwear is in the dresser. I can’t get dressed without that.

“Not yet.” He takes the shirt and pants from me and hangs them on a hook near the door.

“What are you doing?” I take a small step back, understanding the look in his eye perfectly well.

He’s moved back into his predatory mood.

“Take off the towel, moyo dikoye plamya .”

“Dmitri, your family will be here soon.” I clutch the towel with one hand and try to ward him off with the other as I back up a step.

“They can wait. I’ve waited for them before.” He stalks toward me until he’s only arm’s length away. “Take off the towel, Amelia; don’t make me tell you again.”

But his accent comes through thicker when he gives his warning, and I have to make him tell me again. If only to see the flash of dominance in his eyes.

“You have guests coming, you’re being rude.” I take a small step back, but not far enough.

He easily snatches me by the arm and yanks me to him.

“You’re being disobedient.” He tugs the end of the towel out from where it’s tucked. “And that’s worse. I promise.”

Holding the corner of the towel, he spins me around to face away from him. Leaving me naked in the middle of the closet.

Worse.

I’m naked standing in front of the full-length mirror in the middle of the closet.

His eyes meet mine in the reflection. The bastard did it on purpose.

“Now we can both admire your beauty while I fuck you.” He drops the towel and steps back up to me.

With his foot, he hooks the leg of a bench and pulls it toward us, maneuvering it in front of me.

“I don’t think?—”

Before anything else can come out of my mouth, his hands are on me, cupping my breasts. He pulls me back against his chest while his fingers roll my nipples.

“All you do is think, Amelia.” He kisses my neck, then my shoulder. “I want you to stop thinking for a few minutes. Just feel.”

My toes curl into the carpeting as his fingers tighten. It hurts, but a tingling of sweet sensations scurries across my skin with the bite. I don’t complain.

“Feel me give you pleasure.” He slides one hand over my stomach, past the small patch of curls that are still damp from my shower, until he reaches my wet pussy.

And it has nothing to do with my shower and everything to do with this Neanderthal manhandling me.

If Mom had lived long enough, she probably would have warned me about men like him. A man who can make you forget all your principles and independence with one simple touch of his lips against your skin.

He’s dangerous. And it has nothing to do with his mafia family.

“Feel how tight your pussy grips my fingers.” His words vibrate in my ear as he kisses just behind it and thrusts two fingers into me.

I lean back against his chest, turning my head to the side so I can feel his warmth against my cheek while he finger-fucks me. At first his fingers move slowly, dragging across the sensitive spot inside I didn’t think any man knew about.

“Does this feel good, Amelia?”

“It does,” I whine because it’s not enough.

“Do you want something else?” His fingers still while he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit.

I nod.

“Tell me, Amelia. Maybe if you ask sweetly enough, I’ll grant it.” He curls his fingers more and thrusts them back inside, harder than before, faster too.

“Dmitri, I want you.” I lift my arm, wrapping it around his neck. “Please. Please fuck me.”

He growls and the vibrations from his chest hit my back.

“Put your hands on the bench, Amelia.” He slides his fingers from me, immediately making me feel abandoned and empty.

Bending over, I press my palms into the leather of the bench. The jangle of his belt being undone makes my ass clench, and I look up at him through the mirror.

An arrogant grin greets me.

“Not today, but you’ll learn to love my belt across your ass.” He shoves his pants down, pulling his thick cock out and fisting it. I swallow the drool forming in my mouth at the sight.

“Dmitri.” I start to stand up, but think better of it. If I disobey him now, he’ll get all authoritative on me and won’t give me what I want.

“Please, I want to…” I bite down on my lip.

I’ve never vocalized this need before.

“You want to what?” His grin gets bigger. Arrogant prick. “Ask.”

He squeezes his cock until a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip. I lick my lip as though I’m licking it away.

“Dmitri, I want to taste you.”

He takes a small step back. “Then get on your knees.”

He points to the spot on the carpet just in front of him.

The arrogance of it should piss me off. Instead, I find my pussy getting more slick, my nipples tightening at the domineering way he talks.

Slowly, I move from the bench to my knees in front of him. The masculine scent of his cock fills my nostrils, I’m so close to him.

When I reach my hand out to him, he pushes it away.

“Your mouth, Amelia. Open your mouth. I’m going to feed it to you, and you’re going to take it.” He rests his free hand on top of my head as he brings the tip of his cock to my lips.

As soon as I open my mouth, he pushes forward. The silky-smooth round head of his cock glides over my tongue, and further still until it hits the back of my throat. I swallow, trying to keep from gagging on the thickness of him.

“Fuck.” His fingers curl into my hair. “Good girl. Keep swallowing.”

He pulls back a little, only to thrust back in. Each time he hits my throat, I swallow, and he groans a little louder.

Working my tongue beneath his cock, I stroke the sensitive spot just on the underside of his head as he thrusts into my mouth.

He fucks my mouth faster as I suck hard. Flicking my tongue over him, I drive him as wild as he drives me when his fingers are torturing me. Payback is fun.

I cup his balls in my hand, squeezing just a little until he groans again.

“Fuck, yes.” He continues to fuck my throat, stretching me, choking me with his cock. Spittle forms at the edges of my lips, and he catches it, swiping it up and smearing it across my cheek.

“Good girl, sucking your husband like such a good girl.” He pats the wet spot on my cheek and continues to use my mouth as he does my pussy.

His balls tighten in my hand, and he stills.

“Up. Get up, I want to come inside you.” He yanks out of me and hauls me off my knees before I can really think about what’s happening.

Spun around and shoved between my shoulders, I’m bent back over the bench. A second later, his cock thrusts into my soaked and hungry pussy.

“Dmitri!” I fall forward onto my forearms as he fills me. There’s a sweet burn as my body stretches around him.

He reaches around our bodies, between my thighs, and flicks my clit. I rise up to my toes as the electricity shoots through my body.

“Look in the mirror, Amelia. Watch me fuck you.” He sinks his hand into my hair, pulling my head up.

Somehow, he’s moved the bench and we’re now sideways in the mirror. From this angle, I can see his cock as it pulls back from my body, glistening with my juices.

“Oh!” I fist my hands as the burn in my scalp matches the pleasure between my legs.

“Good girl.” He rubs my clit harder and the coil inside me tightens to unmanageable levels.

“Dmitri, Please. I have… fuck, I have to… oh, god!” Before I can even get out what I need, or want, or whatever half-baked thought was popping into my arousal-infused brain, an orgasm unlike any other rips through me.

As my body shudders with release, he lets go of my hair and grabs my hips. Dragging me back toward him, he plows forward, fucking me harder and harder.

Through glassy eyes, I see the mirror, see my ass bouncing each time his cock thrusts into me.

Again and again until he stills and lets out a roar that should shake the walls. His hot cum fills me as his cock pulsates inside of me.

Out of breath and a little shaky, I hold myself up while he catches his own breath.

Moments pass before he finally slides from my body. He helps me turn around and sit on the bench before he swipes the towel from the floor and hands it to me.

I press it to my chest, too winded and in a daze to care much about his cum leaking onto the leather.

He puts himself back together and grabs his phone from his back pocket. When I look up at him, he has a twisted smile on his lips.

“They’ve all arrived.”