Lady Dimitrescu Genderbent Novels & Stories

She wouldn't want him to put his lips on hers especially if he were a smoker or a drunkard. He was a Mafia Lord. Mafia Lord's were known to be heavy drunkards and smokers, she couldn't take the chances of being the third wheel of his immorality spree. Hearing the doors close before her, she fell to her knees, her legs so swollen and the dress she wore too tight that she could not bend to remove them from her legs. Then she felt a hand helping her take off the shoes. She turned and saw Dimitri. She had been so engrossed in the pain she felt that she did not notice him come in.

It was bustling that day and I could see several of my men taking full advantage of their day off. We began walking over to some of them to say a quick hello when our course was halted by Lady Ozera. Her feet lodged in place and her crystal eyes lit up as she spotted something across the way—or I should say, someone. 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.

Such people couldn't be fooled easily as they have good reflexes. Dimitrios read her expression quickly at that moment. He knew exactly how to make her agree at that moment. One quick press on her wrong nerve and she would be dying to accept the fight. Yuri was a man who never bowed in front of anyone except his wife. And Iris had the de stubbornness. Her fear might be strong but the zeal of getting something that she desired can make her act quickly. He used that as an opportunity. He offered her something that couldn’t be ignored easily. And he knew she would be falling into the same trap. “A fighter doesn’t have a gender. Win the fight and get your freedom.”

"I'm talking about the baby." "Huh?" My right hand curved protectively against my stomach. "What makes you think the baby is going to be a girl?" Dimitri relaxed visibly, smirked and tapped the side of his head. "Something up here tells me that it's a girl and I'm sure I'm right." "Well, I think you're wrong. It's going to be a boy." Dimitri's smirk stretched into a genuine smile. "Are you just saying that because you believe it or just because you can't resist contradicting me as usual?"

--------------- 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.

She desired someone who resided at the pinnacle of power, someone who could elevate her to a position that matched her own inflated sense of self-worth. Dimitri’s large hands clenched and unclenched uselessly at his sides. He could only watch in silent anguish and pray that his Alpha wouldn't kill him for his mate's foolish, unforgivable transgression. His heart pounded a frenetic pace that mirrored the panicked rise and fall of the choking maid's chest. But then to Dimitri's surprise, Knox did something unexpected. His cold and sharp gaze settled on another maid standing a few feet away from Dimitri. This one looked smaller than her companion in misfortune. While the other maid’s features w

“For legitimacy. For lineage.” Dimitri chuckled, rising to his feet, circling behind me like a wolf. His hand brushed my shoulder, light as a brand. “Don’t look so shattered, kotyonok. Plenty of women would kill for the chance to wear our ring.” His grin flashed. “You just have to open your legs and smile for the cameras.” Tears stung my eyes, hot and humiliating. “I’m not your vessel. I’m not your lie!” Dimitri’s laugh rang out, rich and mocking. “Oh, I like when you fight. Makes breaking you so much sweeter.”

Leonidas knew that if he did not divert this topic into safer ground, he would somehow end up spilling that he had signed his soul to the woman's daughter in exchange for shelter and sanity so said, "Did you know her?" "Know her?" His Father asked, laughter in his voice. "I was raised alongside her. She was my Koinõnos." Companion. "But Father," Leonidas said, staring up at the male. "I thought that we did not have female companions?" Dimitris' eyes glowered, as if a near rage had filled him in that instant. "Why? Because they are lesser creatures?" Leonidas' eyes widened, "No, Father—" "If you want to rule over all of Renatus, you must acknowledge the fact that nothing is indispensable," Di

" ******** Meanwhile, somewhere else in Florida ******** Unknown POV; I walk into Dimitri’s office after he yells for me to come in, and I halt at the sight before me. Sprawled over his table with her back turned to him, is a blonde lady with smudged makeup, and messy hair he’s pulling, and they are both naked from waist down. I watch as Dimitri keeps ramming into her from behind while pulling her hair and occasionally spanking her ass as her loud moans fill the room. “Yes. Any news? “He demands amidst groans, and I swallow to lubricate my throat.

How could she disappear, leaving him to face the consequences of her crime? “My daughter, Princess Dimitra, did not abuse Leandros Vasiliou, Alpha. She only wanted to get pregnant with his pups. Konstantin wanted a virgin mate, and Dimitra’s pregnancy was the only way to save her from his clutches. She tried to reason with Leandros, but it failed. Leandros refused to reject his fated mate and help us.” I gaped at the old king as everything fit into place. Now I realized their desperation, yet their approach was wrong. It didn’t give them the right to abuse me.