Dmitri
Chapter Nineteen
T he way Lara’s cheeks turned a perfect shade of red while I increased the vibration of her butt plug and she met her release had my cock hard.
I had to keep myself from bending her over the table and taking her right then and there.
Getting herself intoxicated before dinner was foolish and to accuse my uncle of killing her mother was even more reckless.
Even though he was my father’s brother, there was no reason for him to be there.
Only Stepan and I knew Andrei killed my father.
I never shared that information with him.
For now, I set those thoughts aside. There was another reason for this dinner with Clay and his wife.
“Will you two ladies excuse us for a moment? Clay and I have a few things to discuss.” I looked between Lara and Lisa before leaning toward Lara. “Don’t try anything stupid. Stepan is close by.”
Clay and I left them and headed to the bar where we could discuss business. Discussing business in at a restaurant’s bar wasn’t the ideal place, but Lara had been a good girl and deserved a night out.
“Scotch, neat, and none of that cheap shit,” I warned the bartender, Clay’s eyes on me.
“You seem a little uptight,” Clay began, swirling his whiskey. “So, tell me about this proposition.”
“Someone hit two of my warehouses within two weeks, and I can’t afford to lose any more product.
I need a different terminal to transport and house our shipments.
I understand you have connections on Long Island.
I’d like to make them a healthy offer in exchange for use of their ports until I can figure out who is taking our shipments.
” I knew the recent port inspections of all incoming freight severely impacted Clay’s connections.
“How much are we talking about?” I could tell Clay’s interest in my proposal just became within my grasp.
“Fifteen thousand per shipping container.”
“Can you afford that?” he speculated, unaware of what those containers held.
“You let me worry about that. All you have to do is convince your connections that this is a good proposal for them until things die down on the ports.”
“What is going to prevent your containers being inspected?”
“If I told you, I would have to kill you.”
~***~
Lara remained silent during the journey home, and I knew it wasn’t because of the climax I had given her during dinner. Raising my fingers to my nose, I smiled, still able to detect her arousal. Something had shifted during our meal.
“You’re quiet. Did something upset you during dinner?” I asked, admiring not only her beauty but also her innocence.
“I’m just tired,” she replied with a faint smile before turning to gaze out the side window.
During the hour-long drive back to the mansion, Lara fell asleep. It didn’t surprise me; she had already been well on her way to being intoxicated before we left the mansion for dinner, and the two glasses of wine she had at the restaurant were enough to make her unsteady.
Stepan pulled up to the front of the mansion and opened the back passenger door while I carried Lara inside. She didn’t stir as I brought her up the stairs to our bedroom.
Once in our room, I gently laid Lara on the bed and began to undress her. My little kukolka still had her jeweled butt plug inside. As appealing as it looked, it needed to come out.
Giving it a slight tug, her moans filled the room. “I need you, Dmitri.”
Hearing my name on her lips, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and rolled her over. My body pressed down on hers as I kissed and licked her neck.
As I gently kissed her breast, my lips found her nipple, and I teased it with my teeth until it hardened. I lavished the same attention on her other breast before trailing kisses down her stomach.
When I nibbled her hips, her body arched, and a soft moan escaped her lips. With her lying bare beneath me, I continued to explore her skin with my mouth, eventually lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. Parting her with my fingers, I let my tongue glide over her slick folds.
Her taste completely captivated me, and any anger from her earlier accusation faded into the background. I focused on her, biting and teasing, until her hips moved with urgency and her fingers tangled in my hair.
I applied the perfect amount of pressure with my thumb on her clit, watching as she unraveled in front of me.
Her hands clutched the comforter on either side of her body, and although she appeared to be in pain, I knew better.
This woman was the most irresistible temptation I had ever encountered. What began as revenge had transformed into something else entirely—an obsession, perhaps even love. Something I wasn’t capable of ever feeling.
I positioned myself between her trembling thighs, eagerly tasting her as if I were starved. Each drop she released was a treasure, and a deep sound of satisfaction resonated from my chest.
With each stroke of my tongue, Lara’s body responded, compelling me to savor every moment as if it were my last.
I became so engrossed in my desire for her that I lost track of time, only realizing she was reaching her peak again when she screamed, as if in agony. I moved up her body with a lighthearted chuckle.
Gazing down at her flushed face as she struggled to catch her breath, I smiled. “I love the way you come for me.”
“I never imagined such pleasure was possible,” she murmured, still flushed from her climax.
“This is just the start, kukolka ,” I whispered. “Now, I’m going to fill you with my seed.”
I quickly shed my clothes and settled between Lara’s legs. When I teased her entrance with my cock, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer and digging her fingers into my ass cheeks.
I gazed at her wet, glistening pussy and slowly glided my cock through her folds.
“Yesss,” she hissed, her head falling back on the bed, exposing her throat.
I wrapped my fingers around her delicate neck and thrust harder, stroking her clit with my cock.
“Eyes on me, kukolka ,” I commanded.
With heavy-lidded eyes, she watched me move my cock back and forth against her folds, her lips parted as she took deep breaths.
I kept stroking her clit until the head of my cock was painfully engorged and slick with her wetness. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please,” she breathed.
“Please, what?
“Please, fuck me.”
Without warning, I plunged my cock deep inside her.
Her hand pressed against my chest, features tightening with pain, but she kept her eyes locked on mine.
My body shuddered as her tight walls clenched my cock like a vise. With the plug still in her ass, nothing had ever felt as good as being buried inside her. One day, her ass would be mine too.
Another shudder ripped through me, and I growled. I pulled out and drove back inside her. Her body jolted from the hard thrust and, gripping my shoulders, her nails bit into my skin.
Being buried to the hilt inside her had just become my favorite place on earth. My eyes drifted shut from the incredible feeling of her wrapped around me. “This tight little pussy will only be touched by me. You are mine, Lara,” I hissed possessively.
~***~
Lara was sleeping peacefully with her head resting on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
I had been staring at the ceiling for the past three hours thinking of nothing but her.
She was supposed to be used as a pawn for revenge against the man who killed my father and the don who killed my family.
She would be the mother of my children. How could I risk putting her life in danger?
Using her for revenge didn’t seem as important anymore.
The only thing I wanted was to keep her safe.
My uncle’s threat also weighed heavy on my mind.
Losing our supplies did show a sign of weakness, but him threatening to go to the organization to have me removed from power…
even though that was something that didn’t take place in the Bratva, the threat didn’t sit well with me.
But there was a first time for everything, especially concerning decisions regarding leadership succession and changes made within a tight-knit circle of high-ranking members.
My uncle was popular with the older members and could be very persuasive, especially since he was next in line.
Before my thoughts could wander any further, I heard the vibration of my cell on the nightstand. It was three in the morning. Who the fuck would be texting me at this hour?
UNKNOWN : You’ve been a busy man.
ME : Who the fuck is this?
One thing I hated more than liars and thieves were people who liked to play games.
UNKNOWN : It is time we met.
ME : When?
UNKNOWN : Tonight. I’ll text you the address and time. Come alone.
There was no way in hell I was going to meet a man when I had no fucking idea who he was. It was time the Red Knights met.
ME : Cathedral. Now!
RED KNIGHTS: We will be there.
I had chased the moon for an hour when I finally pulled my Ducati V2 up to the cathedral. Slipping my helmet off, I slung it over the handlebar before heading inside the old church. The minute I stepped a foot inside I already knew the guys were here.
When I entered the room where all our decisions were made, my four closest friends were staring at me, concern painted on each one of their faces. I was cryptic with my text. What I needed to tell them needed to be said in person.
“Thanks for coming on short notice.” I looked between all of them with appreciation.
“What is this about?” Alexei’s question was on the concerned side. Out of all of us, he was always the one who worried the most.
“I got a text about an hour ago from an unknown number. Whoever it was from wants to meet,” I explained. “I’m not stupid enough to go by myself. I’m going to need your help.” I looked at each of them so they knew I meant all of them.
“Who do you think it was from?” Nazar asked, his mind already working on possibilities.
“If I had to guess, a Balestrini.”
There was no one else who would hide from me and set up a meeting in this way. All my enemies came right out and called me for a meeting. No, this had to be Angelo Balestrini. Even though I knew this was a setup, I had to meet him.
Just when we were going over our plan, my cell pinged with an incoming text. I swiped the screen and opened the text.
UNKNOWN : Noon, Old Riverbend Warehouse.
I handed my cell to Nazar to see if he could track the incoming text.
“Give me a few minutes,” he said as he took hold of my cell and moved over to where he had his computer system set up.
I caught Maxim looking at me like he had something on his mind. “Do you have something to say, Maxim? Cause the way you are looking at me makes me think you aren’t totally with us.”
“No. I’m just…” he began, scratching his head. “I just hope you know what you’re doing. This grudge with the Balestrinis has gone on for a long time.”
“It wasn’t your family they slaughtered,” I hissed. “If you aren’t with me on this, maybe you should leave the Red Knights.”
“You are like a brother to me, Dmitri. I’m not leaving you or the Red Knights,” he threw back, his hands coming down on the wooden table.
“I got something.” Nazar turned his chair to face us. “There was ping from a cell tower in Brooklyn. I got a number. Once I can figure out who the carrier is, I can get you a name, but it will take some time. I might not have it by noon, but I’ll keep working on it.”