Lady Dimitrescu +18 Novels & Stories

The manager, with a name tag, Lorenzo said to them, his accent coming out even stronger than Liam’s. “ This is for you Mrs kings. Have a wonderful week.” A dark haired lady in her late twenties said with a wide welcoming smile as she gave a bouquet of red roses to Emilia. “ Oh my. I love red roses. And the scent! It’s lovely. Thank you.” Emilia replied honestly with her million dollar smile. When she looked back up, Liam had a satisfied expression on his face. ‘Could he have planned this?’ She thought, a blush finding its way to her face.

"I only wanted to call and say hello." "That's sweet. Buy the cabbage, though, and tell me what you think." "Hmm. Would your skin be thick enough for my critical review?" Dimitri grinned. "We'll find out the next time we meet. Have a nice day." "You too." He dropped the phone back on the table and finished up the barbecue. Bob, the faithful assistant, took over sharing the food while Dimitri joined the others in the pool. He dove in, swimming beneath the surface for some time before resurfacing. Vienna cupped her hand and ran it over the water's surface, hauling a good amount of it at his face.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

“Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?” Delilah stepped forward, fury and fear crashing in her eyes. “I know my mother, Damon. I know what she looks like. I’ve seen her picture on Giovanni’s desk. I saw her enough to recognize her anywhere, and I know that it was her. She touched Lysandra’s face like she. like she was hers. She was here to claim something that would morally be more dangerous than good.” Sienna didn’t say a word as Delilah spoke. She looked away from her, she looked away from me. She was completely lost. I saw it in her eyes.

POV: DIMITRI Dimitri found Isabella at an upscale restaurant, having lunch with three women who looked like they'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. He walked in like he owned the place...because he did, technically. The restaurant was on property he controlled. Isabella saw him immediately. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. He crossed the restaurant in long strides, stopped at her table. "Ladies," he said pleasantly. "Would you mind giving me a moment alone with Ms. Russo?"

stern and cold. Besides him stood a lady in her mid forties, wearing an emerald sequenced dress. She had a huge warm smile on her face - I bowed my head deeply, acknowledging her presence. "I was tangled up in something - but I'm here now." - I answered,my voice not betraying a single emotion. "You must be his wife - it's a pleasure meeting you. You look so lovely tonight" - I smiled slightly, casually flattering the lady. "Yes, thank you. I'm Mariam and I'm flattered to meet your acquaintance" - she giggled like a shy girl in her mid twenties.

“Dimitri is good in bed although he's a bit rough. Animalistic, if you would but I'd give him a 5 star. You're lucky to experience this sort of thing, sis.” “You think sleeping with my husband has given you some kind of edge, is that it?” I retorted, trying to sound confident but the crack in my voice said otherwise. “Yes,” Larisa smiled. “It has. Dimitri has made me his number 1.” “You …” “What?” Larisa laughed. “You'd what? Lay your filthy hands on me? If you don't want to incur Dimitri's wrath, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.” Lydia interrupted with a hiss. “Don't you dare speak to Her Highness that way.”

Leanne goes down to the garden, and on her way she feels very thirsty, so she decides to go to the kitchen to get some juice to compensate for the blood that Maxmus had sifted from her. maid 1 quickly; No, no, no, His Highness Prince Dimitri is the one who resembles His Majesty the King, for he is very violent like him. Can't you hear the women's screams at night from his wing? Maid 2 quietly: We don't deny that Prince Dmitry is a bit violent but Prince Demian is also violent, I can hear women's moans from his suite at night he's beautifully violent hahahaha Maid 3 laughed; It's a whine of pleasure, my dear, ha-ha-ha

I panted, chest heaving. The woman hid a laugh. "Uh-oh," Kat murmured. "Emily is in trouble." Dimitri grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off my feet. "Make sure you try the vatrushka," he said nonchalantly. "Leila makes the best." Louis gave Dimitri an indecipherable look before Dimitri swung me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. I could fight him, but now his masculine scent surrounded me and confused my senses. His warmth soaked into my skin, forcing the resistance to melt within.

She sucked in a deep gasp as he started to plunge into her. Dimitra had woken up horny, she had dressed up and gone over to Eros' mansion to have it hot and furious, only to get disappointed when she was already almost in his dark room. She had seen a slave leaving the room, wiping her lips. From the look on her face, Dimitra could tell that she had had a taste of Eros' cock. The slutty slave had hurried away when she saw Dimitra, avoiding eye contact. Dimitra had decided to give Eros the benefit of doubt, she had moved to the door and had gently pushed it open to a crack and there was Eros, sprawled naked on the couch, still relishing whatever he had with that slut. His head was thrown back