Lady Dimitrescu Feet Novels & Stories

Ladies dressed in corsets, men in tailored tuxes, all with a goal in mind. Dimitri, of course, was in attendance. He was dressed in white and gold that fit him perfectly with a shiny gold mask that complimented his gelled hair. He looked breath taking, and despite the way every lady reacted to him, I knew they thought the same. I watched him approach the first lady, he extended his hand towards her and bowed respectfully. His mouth moved, probably to ask her to dance, and I was sure he was nothing but polite. Dimitri was always polite. Her face wrinkled wit a frown and she rejected him with a flimsy excuse.

Dimitri was a shining example, raised with kindness and dignity by his father. And I love him so much. I saw the library door slightly ajar, and I immediately stepped inside. Passing the tall bookshelves, I headed to the sitting area in the corner. There, I heard soft whispers. Who's there? As I peeked from behind the shelf, I saw a woman straddling someone, her back to me. Her gown had slipped down to her waist. Her body moved wildly back and forth, accompanied by breaths so heavy they made my skin crawl.

She adorned herself in a pink floral dress, the frills emphasizing her waist and covering her legs with Sharq bites. Opening her wet hair, she emerged from the room, fingers fidgeting as she stepped outside. Descending the stairs, she met Dimitry, who gawked at her. "Is it a good idea to explore your house?" she hesitated, glancing around, searching for any sign of his elder brother. Dimitry rolled his eyes, grabbing her hand. "Our house," he corrected, leading her outside to commence the mansion tour.

“I’m a man of my word.” She looked at me with incredulous eyes, as if she couldn’t tell if Dimitri was actually serious. While her attention was elsewhere, Dimitri laid another lash on the woman. It was a light one. Not the hard, punishing kind. The woman’s toes curled and she gasped before she glanced at Dimitri for a second. And then she let out a scream. “Two, Master.”

Cracking her eyes open a bare slit, Lily stilled as she caught sight of the tiny heart-shaped face that was all too familiar. Christ the woman was so beautiful, middle-aged. Elegant in the right places. "I'm Dimitri's wife. My name is Demi." Same blond hair, although she was cut short and spiked. The same green eyes. The same slender body. Even the same stubborn line of their jaw.

"This will let you die a slow and very painful death." Dimitra looked around for something to save herself, but nothing was in sight. She sobbed. The baseball club was lying a few feet away from her and she couldn't reach it as quickly as possible with the lady looking at her. She looked behind the lady and gasped. The lady turned to see what was giving her the reaction. Dimitra seized that opportunity and quickly grabbed the baseball club, but the lady turned before she could use it properly. It hit the lady's hand where the gun was, luckily, the gun fell and clattered to the floor. The lady was skilled, she quickly swung her other hand where the knife was and drove it into Dimitra.

he murmured. I couldn't even lie. I nodded. Our eyes locked for one long moment, but we quickly turned towards the door when we both heard rapid footsteps, something heavy dragged along the floor and pants of exertion. The door was thrown open and there was Summer holding two large suitcases. She had taken in the room at her glance. Her gaze came to rest on my foot in Dimitri's lap. I tried to pull it away but Dimitri's fingers had involuntarily tightened around it. I felt myself sink lower into his seat. I wanted to be as small as possible. "Summer," said Dimitri. "I thought you would still be at the hotel."

What Dante wanted he inevitably got, and he wanted Gabriella, she belonged to him and had done so since he had fallen for that bright-eyed little girl all those years ago. The next morning Dmitri phoned her and apologised again arranging a meeting for the next day at one of his other clubs and he promised it would be just her and them. This time she wore a deep purple leather mini skirt, teamed with a black tightly laced basque and thigh-length patent leather boots. She looked like a model and her stride was confident as she walked across to them, the club was packed and they were interested to see her response as the main act came on the stage. It was a strip club and the two women began to

Valerie That night after Dimitri had slept, I sat up carefully, easing myself without waking him. The sheets rustled softly as I moved, and I froze, watching his face for any sign that he might stir. He did not. His breathing stayed even, his eyes closed, his arm still resting where my body had been moments before. I crossed the room on bare feet, the stone cold against my skin. The balcony doors were already unlatched, and Nadia stepped back into the deeper shadow as I slipped outside, pulling the doors nearly closed behind me.

6 meters tall, so he could not reach Dimas’ height at all. Madam Judd was startled as well. She quickly stood up and stopped Dimas. “Dimitri, let go of her quickly!” Dimas finally let go of his grip when Lulu was no longer able to struggle and seemed as if she was about to die at any moment. Lulu’s legs gave way, and she fell to the ground. She looked dazed, and there was a vacant look in her eyes. Dimas took a disinfectant wet wipe from Rio’s hand, wiped his hands, smirked, and said coldly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Xander. I was just kidding too. I don’t have any ill intentions.”