All Chapters of Ditched Ex For Russian Mafia Boss: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Lydia POV I strolled towards Dimitri with a smile on my face and a clear mission at hand. I was getting laid tonight. I was determined to ride his cock, and nothing was going to stop me.Did I have to say I had been thinking about it since the last time I had a taste of him? I had been too busy to act on any of those desires, but now that he was here, there was no escaping. The second I spotted him across the club, the decision was already made.Dimitri seemed almost horrified when he saw me walking toward him with that grin, but I swear something else flickered alongside that momentary terror. Desire. Good, that made things easier.He was seated with another man, tall and broad-shouldered, nursing a drink. I ignored him and stopped next to my target.“ Hello there, handsome. Missed me?” I declared shamelessly. After the last time, I wonder if there was anything to miss about me.But that's okay, I'd done the missing for both of us.The friend raised an eyebrow as I started running

Her logic

Dimitri POV I should have walked away the second I saw her coming.That grin and that walk…The same look she had the night she handcuffed me to a bed and rode me like she owned my cock. I knew exactly what Lydia wanted the moment she locked eyes with me across the club, and still I didn’t move fast enough.Now I was in the back of a car with her straddling my lap, her dress pushed up around her hips, and my hands gripping her waist like my body had already surrendered even if my pride hadn’t.“You’re insane,” I muttered against her mouth.“And you’re hard,” she shot back, rolling her hips once, slow and deliberate. The friction made my jaw clench. “So stop pretending you’re not exactly where you want to be.”I hated that she was right.At that moment, that's where I wanted to be, ready to plunge my cock into her tight aching pussy.The last time I saw her she had been smiling down at me while I was cuffed to a headboard, completely at her mercy. She had set me up for Leslie, used my

ruined

Something dark and mean coiled tight in my gut at those words.I sat up fast, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her onto her stomach in one rough motion. She let out a surprised laugh that turned into a sharp gasp when I yanked her hips up until she was on her knees, face pressed into the sheets and ass high in the air.“Still so fucking mouthy,” I muttered.I brought my hand down hard across her right cheek. The crack of skin on skin filled the room. Her body jerked forward, but the sound that left her throat was a low, filthy moan.“Is that supposed to teach me a lesson?” she asked, voice already husky with excitement.“Yes.” I replied then spanked her again. This time, it was harder than the first time. Then again, switching sides, watching the pale skin turn pink, then red under my palm. She didn’t try to crawl away. She pushed back into every strike, greedy, her thighs already shiny with how wet she was. I slid two fingers between her legs and found her dripping.“Look at th

coffee?

Lydia POV The following morning, I woke up to an empty bed and a thoroughly used body.The sheets still smelled like sex, like him, like the mess we had made through the night and into the early morning. I stretched slowly under the covers, arms above my head and felt every pleasant ache settle deeper into my muscles. My pussy throbbed with a dull, satisfied soreness. My hips carried the memory of his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. Dimitri had been rough last night, not like I didn't enjoy it.Even my throat felt a little rough from how much screaming I had screamed.Dimitri was gone. Of course he was. I had expected it. Men like him always left before the sun was fully up, especially when they were still trying to convince themselves they weren’t going to come back for more. I didn’t mind. In fact, I preferred it this way. We didn't need to have awkward morning conversations and no forced intimacy…just the leftover proof of a very good night.I slipped one hand be

good morning

I was in the middle of pouring coffee for Damon when the front door opened without a knock.Dimitri stepped into the room and to the kitchen holding a paper bag that smelled like fresh croissants and a small bouquet of white flowers. He stopped dead when he saw Damon sitting at my island like he belonged there, a mug already in front of him.The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.I leaned against the counter, still in my loosely tied bathrobe and smiled slowly at both of them.Now this was getting interesting.“Well, this is cozy,” I said, my voice light and amused. Dimitri’s eyes moved from Damon to the marks on my chest that the bathrobe did nothing to hide, then back to Damon’s face. His jaw tightened.“I brought you breakfast and flowers,” he said, voice carefully controlled. He lifted the bag slightly. “I didn't realize you already had company.” He added and I swear, I felt something crawl through his words…something that smelled like vinegar.Damon didn’t stan

to talk

I flipped the last egg and turned off the stove, perfectly aware that neither man had moved.The silence behind me had changed. It was no longer just tense. It had weight to it now, like the air before a storm breaks.Well, at least that's what I felt.I plated the eggs slowly, taking my time deliberately then finally turned around with the pan still in my hand.Damon was staring at me like he was one second away from doing something irreversible. Dimitri on the hand watched both of us with that unreadable expression of his.His body however looked like he was ready for whatever came next.I set the pan down and leaned back against the counter, letting the bathrobe slip a little further open on purpose.“Well? Have you two decided? Schedule, threesome, or are you both leaving so I can eat my breakfast in peace?” I asked lightly.That was the moment Damon broke.He moved fast. One second he was standing a few feet away and the next he had me pinned against the counter, one hand grippin

different reason

Lydia POV I waited until I was sure those two men were gone and not coming back before I turned fully to my sister.She rarely came to me…wanting to talk.MG was that person who listened and solved her shit without asking anything to …takk.She was still sitting on the stool, elbows on the counter and staring at the untouched coffee I had poured earlier. She looked… off. She was not in the usual sharp, controlled way she always carried herself. There was something heavy sitting on her shoulders…like she was burdened by something she couldn't solve.I leaned against the opposite counter and crossed my arms.“Alright,” I said. “Spill. You didn’t come here this early just to judge my life choices.” I said, trying to lighten the mood. I've always hated…heavy conversations and the fact that I was about to have it with my sister really scared me if I was being honest.MG exhaled through her nose and rubbed a hand over her face. For a few seconds she didn’t answer and that alone was fuckin

love you

Mikhail POV I watched as Leslie walked out of the bathroom, a towel the only thing covering her body. Her breasts bounced lightly with every step, and my gaze dropped to the place between her legs.I wanted her to come over.With a mischievous smile, she walked to the dressing table. I could see it in her. She was in the mood to seduce me.I was ready to be seduced. Very ready.My eyes trailed to her bump and I noticed it was growing. Our baby was growing. I still couldn't believe we were pregnant. I could still remember the look on her face when I told her we were expecting a baby.Now that life had given me a second chance to be her husband , I would never let her down like that bastard did.I watched her drop the towel, and her milk-white skin came into view.I gasped. My breath hitched.She was so fucking beautiful. Like a goddess. My goddess.She turned around and grinned at me before I sat up. Then she walked toward me until she was at my side."Hey," she whispered."Hey, babe,

I'll behave

Lydia POV I didn’t bother knocking when I arrived at Leslie’s office. I knew she was in the office. Where else would she be? A workaholic like her?The door was half open and I could hear her voice from inside.It was calm and measured, the same tone she used when she was dealing with something important. The thing is, Leslie always deals with important things.I walked in, dropped into the chair across from her desk and crossed my legs like I owned the place.She finished her call a moment later and finally looked at me. Her eyes narrowed the second she took in my expression.“That smile usually means trouble,” she pointed out.“I’m hurt.” I placed a hand over my chest dramatically. “Can’t a woman visit her pregnant best friend without an agenda?” I fired back.Leslie leaned back in her chair with one hand resting lightly over the small curve of her stomach. The pregnancy was starting to show more now and if I was being honest…It suited her.“With you?” she replied. “Rarely.”I g

another word

I swayed my hips with a smirk playing on my lips and pushed the door to the women’s washroom open with my shoulder.I let it swing shut behind me. The space was empty and quiet. After all it was peak working hours. I walked straight to the mirror, pulled my lipstick from my bag, and leaned in to fix the colour that had faded after talking too much.Inwardly, I was counting seconds.It didn't take long before the door opened again.I didn’t need to look to know who it was.I'd set the trap and the bastard walked straight into it.Damon stepped inside and locked it with a quiet click.I met his eyes in the mirror and kept applying the lipstick like he wasn’t there.“ You're in the wrong room.” I informed him.“Not really.” He replied, his voice low. He crossed the tiled floor in three strides and stopped right behind me, close enough that I felt the heat of his body. “You knew I’d follow.” He revealed. He wants right about that..I'd bet ninety percent that he would follow me.I cappe

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