Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

"I only wanted to call and say hello." "That's sweet. Buy the cabbage, though, and tell me what you think." "Hmm. Would your skin be thick enough for my critical review?" Dimitri grinned. "We'll find out the next time we meet. Have a nice day." "You too." He dropped the phone back on the table and finished up the barbecue. Bob, the faithful assistant, took over sharing the food while Dimitri joined the others in the pool. He dove in, swimming beneath the surface for some time before resurfacing. Vienna cupped her hand and ran it over the water's surface, hauling a good amount of it at his face.

At first, I thought he was the only one but then a lady approached her and they both walked towards me holding hands. Louis stared at the lady lovingly and I was a bit angry with the way he did it. I tried to be a reasonable woman by thinking that she was probably his family- a sister and I waited by the door, to make sure he saw me. From his shocked reaction, I instantly knew that the lady wasn’t a family member. I was a bit hurt because I didn’t deserve what he was doing to me. I didn’t deserve a man who would cheat on me even before we had cemented our relationship. At least Eddie had not cheated on me before breaking up with me. I had begun to feel excited about Luke, but he had only gre

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.

A muffled sigh. Curiosity tugged at her. She stepped closer. Inside, Dimitri sat hunched over his desk, elbow braced on the glass, fingers at his temple. And on the screen— A photograph. Grainy. Black and white. Her. Not a headshot. Not a school photo. But her—in that dress. From the masquerade. Her breath caught. Dimitri noticed her an instant too late. He closed the laptop in one fluid motion, turning to face her with eyes too still, too composed.

Cedric laughed as he scooped his hands under her bottom and swept her up from the bonnet. “Oh, yes, I can.” “You bastard.” His eyes glittered wildly down at her, his smile devilishly sexy. “Tch tch. You're a lady, remember?” “I don't feel much like a lady at this moment.” Her frustration was at fever pitch, making her almost violent with need.

thing that I never doubted to be anything but a mirror. The toilet, the bath, the shower, the whole area in view for his unnamed pleasures. He enjoyed my unsuspicious mind and trifled with it. I hadn't given it much thought, but Dimitri never tried anything extreme physical with me for which I was thankful but now that I am on the other side, I feel nothing but immensely violated. How many times had he seen me naked? How many times has he enjoyed the view? He was old school indeed but his values not right. Licentious and perverted.

My eyes darted back to the newspaper, Montero splayed before me. "The whole world knows," he said. My brows knitted as I glanced at the page. There was a couple in the picture, heading to their car, and on top, in bold, capital letters were written, 'Chicago Billionaire, Dimitri Kingston's secret love affair revealed.' My eyes snapped back to the picture, and hand slapped over my mouth. The man was indeed Dimitri and the woman in his arm was me, holding a rose. The one he gave me while picking me up for our date. The one from yesterday.

By the time he started sucking my bean, I instantly grabbed his hair with the other hand clenching harder on the bedsheet. Damn, he felt so good. A few moments later, I felt like I couldn't hold on anymore. The urge to touch him grew greater, and I asked him to stop. “Dracula…” “Yes, Lucy?” “Please stop, I wanna touch you. Take turns?” “You’re the lady who asks. I like that…”. He climbed up to my face and kissed me heatedly. “I am the lady who knows what she wants, remember? I turned down three gentlemen because of you, you have to deem your worth even though you are a nobleman, Count. ”

“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.”