Lady Dimitrescu Sex Novels & Stories

PRINCESS DACIANA The laces of my corset tightened further, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. I felt the rigid bones press into my ribs, forcing my spine to straighten. My chin lifted as if pulled by an invisible thread. The maids moved with swift precision around me, their deft fingers tugging, smoothing, and adjusting every fabric fold of my gown. The scent of lavender clung to the air, heavy from the sachets they had tucked into the crevices of my wardrobe.

I watched as Luca’s head tilted slightly, his focus momentarily drawn to the action. “Not your style?” I turned to see a young woman beside me, her crimson gown shimmering under the chandelier light. Her smile was warm, her tone curious. “Not quite,” I replied, setting my glass on the bar. “Mine either,” she said with a shrug, extending her hand. “Natalie. And you are?” “Renee,” I said, shaking her hand. Her gaze flickered across the room. “You’re brave, talking to him.”

At the sound of that voice, Elena turned sharply to the left, and stared into the blue eyes of the vile Dimitri Ivan. She sucked in a deep breath and took a step towards him, until her lips made contact with his ear, and she whispered, "I believe I'm definitely in the right place if you are there with me. Let's talk, privately." Then she ran her fingers through his chest, moving up until she tipped his chin with her fingers. "Take me to your private room, Dimitri." Precisely five minutes later, Mikhail Volkov was in a meeting when he received a message, A picture of Elena in Dimitri's sex club, surrounded by nude bodies lost in the throes of orgy.

"I love you. I love you so much." "I love you too, baby," he replied, holding me tight. "Never leave me like this ever again." "I won't," saying, he started trailing kisses all over my neck while one of his hands dropped lower down my back, cupping my buttcheek and pressing so hard I felt one or two of his nails digging into my flesh. "Mhmm, you're so fucking hot, daddy wants to fuck you senseless right here right now." I frowned. Dimitri would never say that. Pulling back a little, I looked at his face and this time instead of grey, a set of dark eyes, heavy with lust, were staring back. I blinked, yet they remained the same.