Chapter 40 Dimitri
DIMITRI
My hands shook as I picked up my mug to take a sip of coffee, only to realize it was empty. Blyat. I was running on fumes, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest until I figured this out.
After we rescued Zorya, I returned to the office to uncover the identity of the man who had trafficked her. There was something about her description of events that tugged at old memories I’d long tried to forget. It was probably paranoia…but I couldn’t shake it.
Aleksei knocked on the doorframe, and I waved him inside. His eyes were shadowed with exhaustion, but there was something else in the set of his shoulders as he sat down across from me. Tension and…fear.
A deep instinctual knowing rose in me—what Aleksei was about to tell me would change everything.
“I found an email sent to Zorya’s buyer.” He spit out the word. “I just finished decrypting it. It was sent from a Russian VPN and the email mentions Dusheguby.”
My heart stuttered. Stopped.
The whispers of his resurrection had started this summer when I was in Paris, dragging me from Emma’s hotel room and haunting my steps ever since. But when months passed in silence, I had almost convinced myself the whispers were wrong.
“How is it possible?” Aleksei continued. “Could someone else be using his name?”
I slowly shook my head. No one would dare steal the monster’s name. I was more certain than I had been in a long time—he was back from the dead, and he was coming for me. Everyone who relied on me for protection was in danger.
I would not stop, would not rest, until the monster from my nightmares was buried once again.
The hours passed in a blur, and suddenly the sun was rising again.
The past couple of days had been consumed with meetings and phone calls, and I had more lined up this afternoon.
I was calling in all the favors I’d accumulated since I first became a soldier in my father’s army—the allies I’d made, the blackmail I’d collected.
I was using it all. If a fight was coming, I refused to be caught unprepared.
Days and nights like these were normal for me.
Falling into that single-minded focus where the rest of the world faded away was as natural as breathing.
And yet…it wasn’t working this time. My mind kept flitting back to my wife.
Had she eaten breakfast yet? Was she happy?
Safe? How was the baby doing? Watching her through the home cameras wasn’t enough.
I had to feel her body against mine, the soft press of her breasts and the curve of her stomach.
Her bump seemed to have doubled in size in the past few days. My heart jolted every time I saw it.
It was too early for her to be awake yet. Why hadn’t I put cameras in her room so I could at least watch her sleep?
After downing the rest of my coffee, I set up a meeting with Haruto Ito, head of the Yakuza.
I watched on the cameras while Polina and Sveta prepared breakfast. Yulia popped in to ask Polina a question. Vasya and Matvey got their morning coffee.
Maxim texted to confirm he’d secured a reservation for our meeting this evening with the Serbians.
Sienna’s bedroom door opened and she emerged in pink silk pajamas.
Vovk followed in a matching set. It was ridiculous.
Absurd. And damn cute. Sienna’s cheeks were pink, hair rumpled, and there was that tiny, irritated crease between her brows she often had in the morning, her body’s silent protest at having to wake up.
Before I could consciously decide what to do, I was in the elevator, heading to the parking garage. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the circular driveway in front of the house.
“Dima.” Polina cocked her head when I entered the kitchen.
She had the house grocery list in front of her, and I knew she was listing all of Sienna’s cravings.
Sveta chopped fruit, Vasya drank his second espresso of the morning in the corner, and the woman consuming all of my thoughts spun around on her chair, a radiant smile on her lips.
I crossed the space between us and pulled her into my arms, not caring that we had an audience. I was tired of keeping my distance.
“Hi.” She hugged me close. “Maxim said you’d be gone all day.”
“I needed to stop by to get something from my home office.” Lie. “I can’t stay long.”
Her fingers dug into my neck, loosening the painful knots and practically making me purr with pleasure.
“You look tired,” she murmured.
I can’t sleep without you. You’re the only one who can soothe the nightmares.
“What’s going on?” she added. “There are a lot more guards around.”
Her warm brown eyes met mine, and my chest tightened. It killed me I couldn’t tell her everything was fine. That she was safe. I would always keep her safe.
I tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. “We received news of a possible threat and are looking into it. I need you to stay home until we figure it out.”
Sienna’s lips twisted downward. She was like Mila—they both chafed at restrictions and hated being locked away.
At least Nikolai was the one who had to deal with Mila right now.
He checked in regularly, saying little besides confirming that the safe house remained secure and Mila hadn’t burned it down yet in her rage at being sent away.
“What about my upcoming doctor’s appointment?”
After her last appointment, I’d synced our calendars so I wasn’t caught unaware again. “I’ll make sure you can get to it.”
Her fingers played with my jacket collar. “Actually, I was wondering if you might want to come with me? They’re doing an ultrasound so you could see little Pomegranate for yourself.”
My throat tightened. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.” I’ll do anything for you.
Her responding smile made something flutter in my chest. I silenced the blaring alarms in the back of my mind that said I was in way too deep. I didn’t want to put distance between us anymore…and I had come to trust her.
She tightened her legs around me, pulling me closer. “Will you be back tonight?”
My chest shuddered, and it took all my strength to stop myself from bending her over the counter and taking her right here.
“I will try, malyshka.”
She bit her plush lip, looking utterly tempting. “I hope you are, because I ordered something.”
My cock twitched and I leaned in close until our lips were almost brushing. “What’s that?”
“A set of training butt plugs. I didn’t realize how much I would like anal play until the other day, so I thought we could try more.”
I froze, my heart pounding not just because it was busy sending all my blood south to my hardening cock, but because my wife had spoken loudly enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear.
My hand covered her mouth and a growl built in my chest as I caught Polina, Sveta, and Vasya’s stifled laughs behind Sienna’s back.
“Get out,” I snapped in Russian. They couldn’t hide their smiles while they scurried away, but I was not fucking laughing. I turned back to my wife. “You can’t say shit like that in front of people.”
She nipped my palm and I uncovered her mouth. “Why? They can’t understand what I’m saying. I thought it was kind of…” Her cheeks flushed as she averted her gaze. “I don’t know, kind of hot to say things like that in front of people when I know they can’t understand.”
Blyaaaat. I couldn’t explain my reaction unless I came clean about the staff speaking English. My guilt around the lie grew.
I cleared my throat. “Still. They might understand certain words, and I don’t want to share you with anyone.” I ran my hands up her body, tracing her curves, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She let out a low whine.
I needed to leave. I had calls and meetings lined up this afternoon to cement alliances in case there was a fight to come…but I also needed to take care of her.
Sienna let out a surprised breath when I picked her up. Her arms wound around my neck and her legs latched behind my back. “Where are we going?”
“That depends. Where are the things you ordered?”
The brush of her lips on the side of my throat sent shivers down my neck. “Your nightstand.”
It’s your nightstand because it’s your room. Ours.
I carried her up the stairs and into our bedroom with a single-minded focus.
After sitting her on the bed, I opened the nightstand to find a sea of rainbow colored plugs and dilators.
An unexpected bark of laughter burst from my chest. When was the last time I’d laughed? I thought I’d forgotten how.
“If only we had more options,” I said dryly.
She stuck her tongue out.
“Oh, that was naughty. You should know better than to mock your Pakhan.”
Her bottom lip jutted in a pout. “But it’s so much fun.”
Another laugh escaped my chest. “As long as you’re ready to pay the price for your behavior. Hands and knees, baby. I only have a few minutes before I have to go back to the office.”
She huffed, her stubborn jaw set, and I could practically hear her internal struggle as the desire to submit warred with her bratty streak. I smirked when she slowly moved into position. She was going to be my good girl today, then.
I wasted no time pulling down her sweatpants, finding her completely bare underneath.
I palmed her ass cheeks with a groan and squeezed.
I wanted to sink my cock inside her, to play with her pretty little pussy until she was so exhausted from orgasms she could barely move.
My watch vibrated, bringing me back to reality.
I knew without looking at the screen that Maxim was telling me my time was up.
Fuck it. He could wait.
She’d purchased an assortment of anal plug options. The small pink plug would give her a bit of a stretch—about the equivalent of two of my fingers—but shouldn’t be too intense for her first time. A heart-shaped red jewel sat on the end of the plug to keep it in place.
Luckily, the drawer contained lube as well, so I clicked open the container and poured it over the butt plug. I lubed up my fingers and pressed one inside her, gently stretching her. Even though this small plug shouldn’t cause any issues, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
She let out soft little moans as I thrust my finger in and out, making sure she was soft, relaxed, and ready for the plug.
“Listen to you, begging for more.” I pulled my finger out, added more lube, and pressed back in—this time with a second finger.
Her chest fell to the bed and she arched her back, presenting her ass to me like the good girl she was.
A groan stuck in my throat when her new position allowed me to see her glistening pussy. Maybe I had time to just—
My watch vibrated again.
Blyat. I needed to stay focused.
I played with her ass for a few more minutes, thrusting and curving my fingers until she was sobbing and begging to come. When I withdrew them, she let out a whine of protest and shifted like she was going to turn around.
My hand pressed on her back to keep her pinned to the bed. “Stay in position. You’ll take what I decide to give you.”
I lubed the plug and pressed the tip to her tight little hole, teasing her as I varied the pressure. Her ass pushed back, trying and failing to get the plug inside her. My hand came down on her cheek and she let out a sharp cry. I grinned as I traced the red print my hand left on her golden skin.
“Look how desperate my slutty wife is to be filled.” I leaned over her body and pressed my chest to her back. “Beg for me. Beg for me to stretch your pretty little asshole.”
She whimpered and shook her head. I smacked her other ass cheek.
“Keep bratting, baby. The first handprint I left is already starting to fade, but if you keep testing me, I will make sure I leave a mark that lasts for days.”
She let out a strangled cry. “I need to come.”
“Then beg for this plug. The longer you wait, the worse it will be for you. For every minute you make me wait, I’ll go up one size.
If you wrack up enough punishments, you’ll get my dick.
What will this ass look like, stretching around my thick cock?
” My lips traced the shell of her ear. “Can you imagine how tight it would be? I might have to tie you to the bed and use you as my fuck toy for hours.”
I wouldn’t, of course. I’d never do anything to hurt her, but judging by her moans, she loved imagining it. The insides of her thighs were painted with slick arousal while the tip of my cock leaked pre-cum.
“Last chance, malyshka. Beg for it.”
“Please,” she cried out. “Please, I need the plug.”
I hummed as I pressed my thumb against her asshole. “And who does this belong to?”
“You.”
“Good girl.”
This time, I didn’t stop when I pressed the tip of the plug to her tight little hole, pushing the first inch inside her.
When I met resistance, I rubbed her ass cheek and murmured soothing words until she relaxed enough for it to slip in the rest of the way.
The heart-shaped jewel sat prettily between her ass cheeks.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My vision grew hazy and I moved like a man possessed, unzipping my pants with a heavy groan.
I pulled out my cock and thrust into my hand, lasting only seconds before I came all over her ass cheeks.
“Fuck.” My breaths were ragged gasps as I pressed hot kisses down her back. “So perfect.” I pulled her sweatpants back up and rubbed the fabric against her cum-covered ass.
“No,” she whined, pushing up to her knees and glancing over her shoulder. I was ready for her to protest the plug or how I marked her with my cum, but I should have known better.
“I need to come.” Her pupils were blown and her eyes glassy with tears.
My watch was vibrating non-stop now. I’d pushed this as far as I could.
I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Sienna’s lips, pulling back when she tried to deepen it.
“I know you want to come,” I said, knowing my kind and understanding tone would only piss her off more. “But my girl’s been very sassy and needs to learn how to behave. If you’re good all afternoon, I will make you come as many times as you want tonight.”
She crossed her arms with an adorable pout. “I don’t want to wait. And your obsession with covering me with your cum should be studied.”
“I’ve never had the urge before you.” I captured her lips in a final, heated kiss. “Keep the plug in for one hour.” I nipped her lower lip. “And no cleaning up until then.”
As I jogged downstairs towards an exasperated Maxim, I waited for the regret to settle in, the panic that I was getting too close, but it never came.
Instead, as we drove back downtown, a feeling of rightness settled in my soul.
I didn’t want to keep Sienna at arm’s length anymore.
The occasional fuck was not enough. I craved all of her, needed to possess her soul, and I was done pretending otherwise.