Anastasia 1997 Dimitri Novels & Stories

I didn't expect that her daughter was a bitch. "Maxximo is different so please respect him"Anastasia said. "Ohhh,my future step dad"she smiled and rolled her eyes. "Anyway mom,I want to spend time with you before I go back to America but I don't think you also missed me,"she added. "I miss you so much Marga and I'm happy to see you,"Anastasia said. "Well,I will go swimming first. Take your time mom"she winked and smiled sarcastically. I looked at Anastasia to see her reaction but she just shook her head and smiled sparingly.

I said, standing directly behind her. Anastasia turned around slowly, her back pressing against the glass. Her cheeks were flushed from the wine, her breathing shallow. She looked up at me, her eyes clouded with a mixture of confusion and sudden intensity. "Why do you do it?" she asked, her hand reaching out to touch the lapel of my suit jacket. "Sasha said you don't do anything without a profit margin. What is your profit with me, Damien?" "You are my profit, Anastasia ," I said, the truth slipping out before I could stop it. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned her forehead against my chest.

I waved back. “Have a good night,” Dimitri responded to her as we walked out and into the car park. I had been working with Dimitri in the embassy for three months and I loved it. It was really a dream job, I felt I was quite good at it as well. I had made some great friends, Anastasia included. I was even getting a lot better at understanding Russian and a few of the girls there loved talking to me in English. It improved their language too. We got in the car and Dimitri started driving. I didn’t know what restaurant we were going to but I looked out the window as he drove. We pulled up near one of our favourite Italian places and his hand went on the base of my back as we walked in.

With parted lips, she watched the scene, her mind going back to that moment when his huge cock was inside her, when she was bouncing on his cock while he controlled her pace. This was hotter. Dimitri was wanking with his eyes closed. It was effortlessly… hot. She walked closer to his table and leaned slowly, trying to get a look at his cock which his hand’s movement made it evident that he was stroking but to no avail. In disappointment, she placed the box on the table and took of her heels. Then, she rounded the table. Now, Dimitri has stopped. His eyes slowly cracked open before latching to her figure. There was no emotion in them. Infact, he still has that dazed look in his eyes.

My limbs were like liquid, unable to be moved. “Sleep tight, Malyshka.” Dimitri whispers softly before covering me to my ears with the bedding. I fall into a deep dreamless sleep, a little reprieve from my cruel reality. ___________________________ DIMITRI'S POV I step out of the room, shutting the door quietly, the smile dying on my lips. I had to keep up a facade if I ever wanted Anya to trust me. And it seems I'm almost halfway there. I walk back to my office, the thought of my very exclusive whiskey being more appealing than it should be.

~JIMENA~ Dr. Luke confirmed to Mom that Anastasia was not pregnant, but she didn’t believe him. After ending the call, she told me to keep an eye on Anastasia: “Spy on her if you must; you know what it will mean if she’s really pregnant.”

Damon greeted her, the woman, Kristen, hugged Damon, I could see Damon didn't actually want to hug her but I was so jealous, I got up off the swing, and when she let go of Damon I got her attention "Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm living with Damon, and you are?" I asked knowing Damon had never mentioned her "I'm Kristen, Damon's good friend" she emphasized "Hmmm, he's never mentioned you before, have you Damon?" I looked to Damon for the last part of the question

I try to push the memory away as I walk but I can’t, his voice, his green eyes staring at me, his hands on my shoulders, his lips on mine… I take my hands to my lips, mesmerized that I can still taste him. “Well, I knew you were many things, but now I see that you are also a slut,” Anastasia says with her arms folded standing outside the store. Her voice startles me. I turn to face her, she is alone, I don’t know where Irina is. “Excuse me?” I ask confused. “Don’t play innocent with me. I just saw you kissing that cute boy. It’s the first time my son let’s you out and you are already making my Dimitri a cuckold. How dare you?” She says maliciously.

She said instantly with an evil smirk. “ What…???” I asked eagerly and she explained… “If you kill Dimitri???” I widened my eyes I wasn't expecting this “What... what are you saying... how can I...no I can't ???” I stuttered helplessly. “ Why... Don't you want to get free from him...? He is your rapist Anastasia... Don't you want to take your revenge from him hun?? If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade...”

I say, knowing that even though we were on equal footing now, I could never match up to the legend that is Dimitri Baranov. He shrugs. “I suppose so,” he says, then sits forward in his chair. “If that is all?” I hesitate but know that this needs to be said, so I exhale and level my gaze at him. “Dimitri, are you aware that Anastasiya’s husband beats her?” The smile drops from his face as soon as the words leave my mouth, and he narrows his eyes at me. “What did you say?” He says in a low voice that makes me want to take more than one step backwards.