Romans & histoires Lady Dimitrescu +18

“If you want to get her attention, you know what to do, Dimitri, or are you trying to come up with another plan? Louis asked, clicking his tongue. Dimitri narrowed his eyes at the building ahead before signaling his driver to go. They drove past his company’s headquarters and continued downtown until they reached a secluded landmark with a single name etched on it: ‘DIMI.’ Soon, the car rolled to a stop in front of a grand estate, a mansion. He gained his footing on the ground before stepping out and striding into the building. The building’s exterior shimmered in obsidian stone, mirrored panels, and porcelain sheen, a place where one could get lost dreaming of forever. But the owner’s mind

*** Justin Back at the mansion, Xavier and I have just discovered that, Lady Candice is the one who killed Lord Cameron. “James where is Lady Candice?” but before he could answer, another one of Lord Cameron’s loyal guards whose name is Dimitri came up to us and answered the question. “Good evening, Xavier, Justin. We have Lady Candice held in one of the holding cells located under the Mansion.” we begin to walk to the cellar that leads us to the holding cells under the mansion.

--------------- Damn. That woman could wear a bedsheet and she’d still be the sexiest lady he’d ever set eyes on, Dimitri thought. Too bad she was Raymond Darcy's daughter. Dimitri knew that it was a bad idea to go after her. He didn't like getting personal when it came to business, but he couldn't help the attraction to the woman. The thought made Dimitri smile, even when his body had already begun to react to seeing her in that silver dress. She looked dangerous, desirable and just a little bit frightening. Like a badass goddess in five-inch heels.

Dimitri answered, his voice is seething, “It seems like making you clean that part of the castle is not enough. Leave! Do not show your face again.” “I definitely will!” Amanda replied and stormed out of the place without even closing the door. She heard the slam of the door a few seconds later. She has done it now, she is sure that the Lord will give her an even more irrational task to do. He might even tell his creatures to attack her in her room. She is shaking. “I have done as you said, My Lord.” The Lamia Maid said looking at her Lord as of expecting for a reward. “Well done. I will now retire to my bed chamber,” Dimitri replied as he walked towards his bed, “Ask Alex for a reward, he a

She has been wanting to approach her for a long time, but in the few months since she's been here, Elle doesn't think she's seen her more than twice. “Yes, luna! I am Philip’s mate. My name is Dimitra, ”she says, holding out her hand. "Dimitra?" Elle wonders about this name so little found in this area. To be honest, her look is slightly different. She has a slightly olive complexion and long black hair. Her eyes are very black and her lips are fleshy and full. You have to admit that Philip has an extremely beautiful mate and they make a great pair. He is tall and sturdy, almost as tall as Morris and Michael, but Philip looks even more muscular than the two, and Dimitra is tall and athletic.

Stephanie pushed him to the bed, while Dimitra went to take a seat on a couch where she could see them clearly. She watched Stephanie slowly shrug off her black leather coat to reveal the black lingerie she had underneath. The couple inhaled simultaneously at the woman’s perfect body. “Siri, the purple playlist.” Dimitra called out from her seat. The speaker purred to life, and sensual music filled the room. Stephanie put on a great performance as she stripped, teased, and danced. She went on her knees, slowly opened Giorgios’ pants, and took him in her mouth.

“Good evening, your majesties.” I bit the inside of my cheek when I saw Esme in all her bloodsucking glory. She wore a black plunge lantern sleeve high slit ruched evening dress that left very little to the imagination. Her dark brown hair was well straightened and made her appear classy. Her black eyes followed Dimitri when he shifted in his seat. I felt Jean stiffen beside me and Dimitri lowered his eyes. What bothered me was Lucien who stood beside her. He did say he was her plus one.

Hazel asked, the question already tightening in her throat. Mia hesitated. “You need to see this.” Hazel’s stomach dropped at the tone. Mia unlocked the screen and turned it toward her. A photograph filled the display, grainy, taken by someone hiding behind tinted glass. But it was clear enough. Dimitri. Standing outside a hotel entrance in Mayfair. His tie loose, his hand around the waist of a woman with long auburn hair. The woman leaned close, laughing. His mouth was near her ear.

She had to control her thundering heart. “My lady, you are stronger than I gave you credit,” Dimitri said. He knew he could love her from that moment. “Never underestimate me,” Stacy said as she climbed out of the limo. She watched as Dimitri stepped out of the limo in a smooth motion that had her knees weak.

"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.