Lady Dimitrescu +18 Novels & Stories

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

She says the last part while flashing me a grin. Finally. Someone that agrees with me on something. Gaining my composure, I pat my hair as I walk towards the almost motionless man. I place the sole of my heels above his eyes and dig it into eyes. He's not dead yet but he will soon so he should feel pain. Have a little taste of your medicine douchebag. “Who are you?” I ask the lady who's still kicking the man. “Me? Dimitra. Dimitra Vicenzo.” “Vicenzo?”

Curious as to what had captured her attention, I followed her gaze to find it landing on another group of Dhampir, this one containing none other than Dimitri. "Dimka," she called out in his direction. I began to think she had gotten his name wrong and was about to correct her when instead, the broad Dhampir reacted. Dimitri's head turned around just as she began to rush towards him and to my complete, utter astonishment the same excitement was reflected in him as well. It may not have been as desperate and pathetic as hers, but it was still there. Lady Ozera reached up towards him and pulled him in for a tight hug. He reached around with one arm and gently returned her embrace before pullin

"Liam wouldn't... he promised. No war." "He was looking for you," Dimitri said, his mismatched eyes locking onto mine. "He thought Adler had you. Grief makes monsters of us all, Caroline." "I need to know," I said, my voice trembling. "Is he okay? Was he hurt?" Dimitri smiled, a slow, cruel curling of his lips. "That is valuable information. And information has a price." "What do you want?" "A kiss." I stared at him, repulsed. "You're disgusting."

--- Two Weeks Earlier – Dimitri The scene cut to a dimly lit room, somewhere in Prague. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, a glass of vodka in hand, his face half-hidden in shadows. The scar across his jaw caught the light as he smiled — a cold, lethal smile. “They think they buried me,” he murmured, swirling the glass lazily. “But the dead don’t stay dead.” On the table lay photographs — Alexander, Isabella, and… a baby. Dimitri’s fingers traced the image, his smile widening.

I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this to himself. I sat back down. “Okay, spill” “High Lord Dimitri left the council today.” “What?” I said in shock “He has been High Lord forever.” “Apparently he didn’t agree with them, about this hybrid business and left.” “Thanks Ricky” I stated standing up to leave, I needed to find out where Renee lived and book a trip to wherever that was. I couldn’t believe Dimitri left; he was always so loyal to vampires. Then I realized there was only one thing that he might leave for and that was Esther. So, Dimitri must be with her. I walked home and got busy researching. I tracked where Esther’s flight came from when she first came to Rome and started my search

A maid arrived with a tray of drinks and snacks—roasted almonds, marinated olives, and delicate cheese bites—all arranged with care. Roman leaned back slightly and glanced at Dimitry. “Whiskey? Neat?” “Perfect,” Dimitry said with a smirk, already loosening the top button of his collar. “Make it strong.” Roman poured and handed it to him without question. Then he looked toward the women. “And for the ladies?” Leila glanced at Dimitry, a teasing glint in her eyes.

I wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

The door yielded suddenly, revealing a figure approaching her. "Hazel," the caution in her step back vanished as she saw Dimitry in a wheelchair. A glimmer of hope danced in her eyes; perhaps he might be an ally. Extending his hand, Hazel rushed and knelt before Dimitry. "He's an animal," she confessed, her emotions erupting into tears. "Do you know what he did?" Dimitry kept his calm, holding her hand, leaning close. "I can't be his mistress," her sobs echoed her distress.

But I almost disregarded them, until a familiar nasally voice chirped up. "Dimitri, can we shift to another table?" My eyes widened as I slowly lifted them up, and right across me sat none other than Dimitri Kingston. His hand was fisted, but I could still see the blood in the curves of his fingers, making my heart ache. Catherine kept nagging him while he glared at everything he looked at, including me. He seemed like he had the same urge inside, yet he stayed put. That's when my eyes fell on the nameplates on the table. It was reserved from before. Could that mean... I glanced at the man beside me. Montero must have donated a fortune to be on this list.