Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

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

I aim a death stare at him when our eyes meet and grab him by the scruff. But before I could punch his stupid face, the door of his club opens, and Caterina saunters in with a big smile on her face. She surveys the scene in front of her and frowns, holding up an envelope. “He went for it,” she says. Dimitri chuckles next to me and walks towards her, spinning her around. “I knew you could do it!” He says and puts her down, taking the envelope from her. She glances towards me then walks over to where I stood.

i smile remembering my mother's words, I missed her like crazy my father too. I lift the trapdoor as quietly as possible, knowing there is a vampire, a known light sleeper, sleeping in the next room. The door reveals a flight of stairs leading to a basement. who the hell needs a basement out here? I can smell tobacco and rum, the same smell from near the lake that I mistook for my mate. Slowly and carefully I descend the steep staircase and look around, there is cages on each side of an aisle leading to a heavy, closed door with a small window for passing food through on it, what the hell is going on here? I think to myself as I force my legs forward toward the door.

I traced her slit, dipping in to coat my fingers in her slickness, then circled her clit with firm pressure, watching her hips buck. "Harder Damon, fuck me with those fingers," she demanded, grinding down shamelessly. "I'm not some delicate flower; make me scream." I plunged two fingers inside her without mercy, her tight, velvety walls clenching around me like a vice. My thumb assaulted her clit in rough circles as I pumped deep, curling to hit that spongy spot that made her back arch. She was so fucking wet, her juices coating my hand, dripping down my wrist as I added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her hard and fast.

The way he had shoved me away like he was afraid of his own feelings. He was afraid. Dimitrio De Luca, the most powerful mafia lord in Rome, was afraid. The door swung open without warning. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. A woman stood in the doorway. She was tall and elegant, with dark hair swept up in an elaborate style and eyes that glittered with cold amusement. She wore a silk dress that probably cost more than everything I had ever owned. And she was looking at me like I was something she had scraped off her shoe.

She moans at the touch feeling her juices drip out, her arousal increasing. She took to her knee, bending low to take his dick in her mouth on fours exposing her lower half to a lustful Dimitri who groaned at the sight of her pussy lips moist with her juices. Darius held her head in place feeling her mouth on his dick as he pump fast fucking her mouth. Dimitri bent low wanting to taste her and get the feeling that Damian always fantasize to him.

She smiled at Lady Caramia's victory, not only because she was a part of Lord Dimitri's House, but because she was glad she put that obnoxious bird in her place. Lord Dimitri had been at the bar last night, but he hadn't shown up like he promised. She could remember the taste of him and the feel of him. How she had wanted him to mark her the way vampires did so she could in turn mark him the way fairies did! When he showed self restraint, she had allowed it, because he had promised they would discuss everything after the ball.

Amanda asked in the same alluring voice as earlier, looking longingly right into Dimitri’s eyes. “I- I-” Dimitri stammered. He has never been this vulnerable in front of others, especially a human sacrifice, “It is not that bad.” Amanda merely smiled and kept looking Dimitri in the eye as she slowly lowered her head toward his now exposed shaft. She had been moving her hand up and down for a while now and she could already feel the natural lubrication covering his thing. Amanda paused as soon as the tip was already a few centimetres from her lips. She could smell a mix of bath soap and the natural musky odour of Dimitri.

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

Hot liquid spills out, dripping all over my closed lips, down my chin, and all over my neck as he removes his hand, covering me in his cum as he watches in fascination. Taking his fingers, he smears it around, covering my skin in the sticky substance as it drips down my cheeks and into my hair. He loves it. Forcing my mouth open, he scoops a generous glob off my throat and shoves his fingers into my mouth, pushing them to the back of my throat so his cum trickles down it. Satisfied with his masterpiece, he sits beside me, leaving me painted from head to toe in cum as he lights two cigarettes and passes me one, admiring his work of art.