Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

' Dimitri wondered as he raced into the apartment. Dimitri couldn't believe what he saw when he entered the room. Both of his mates were naked. Dominic’s beautiful brown skin glistened while positioned between Emmett's legs. The Omega's legs were pushed wide open, and his head was thrown back as beautiful little moans fell from his lips. The scent of his slick was so sweet and thick, inviting him in.

I glanced down at him as Dimitri remedied me with his gaze before tenderly licking the region above my breast, which caused me to shudder and hastily nod in acknowledgement to his previous question. “Use your words Rena.” Dimitri grazed his teeth over the flesh of my breast and I whimpered out a faint yes in response. “Bene, lo stavo aspettando da molto tempo, cazzo.” (Good I’ve been waiting to this for a very fucking long time.) Dimitri gently withdrew off of me before ripping my clothing in half and tossing it to the ground, leaving me wearing nothing but my bra and underwear. I shyly reddened and tried to cover my body from him.

Miklos reached out and tugged Darya’s ponytail, “you have a date tonight so he’s at his offices clearing everything up because tomorrow is Monday and according to him, you’re both not going to be able to walk so he’s clearing his calendar.” Darya turned to face him, her face pink, “he did not say such a thing.” Dimitra smirked, “also mentioned something about a lot of lube.” “My parents are here!” Magda shrieked as she hid her face in her palms on the table. Lois spoke up. “Dimitra showed me the website of the club you used to own. I find it fascinating. I mean morally questionable, but fascinating. It truly makes me want to study the physiological –”

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Most of your characters are addicted to smoking in the later stage, and it's hard to perform that decadent despair. 'It seems that the director didn't like it. What a pity. KrisTinaen Healey is so beautiful in cheongsam.' The staff next to me talked in a low voice, and Anna Garcia was nervous. KrisTinaen Oliver took off her high heels, loosened her hair with five fingers, wiped off most of her makeup, and sat on the ground with no image.

A tantrum... A tantrum saved the life of the last heir of Whitespire princess Daciana. It was indeed indecorous yet it kept Daciana alive. Everything changed that dreadful night where the royal family was to attend that year's annual ball. Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library,

She moaned, and moved to the rhythm of his fingers for a few minutes, before she yanked his hand away and stood up. She walked to where the strippers were dancing, and stared directly at the brunette. “Damn. You are beautiful.” The stripper said, walking closer to her. She was bold. This was not the confidence women like her usually had after inhaling coke, this one was all natural. She spoke posh too, and her eyes were intense and intelligent. Emerald eyes. Dimitra frowned. She had only ever seen those eyes on one person. The stripper placed her hand above her head on the bar, and slowly slid down, parting her legs so every inch of her waxed, perfect body was visible in the blood-red linger

“I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please ruin me.” Dimitri stood, rubbing the fat, scorching head of his massive cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her swollen clit. “Tell me who you belong to tonight,” he demanded darkly. “I’m yours,” she cried. “I’m your desperate slut. Please destroy my pussy. Fuck me hard!” With one savage thrust, Dimitri buried himself balls-deep inside her.

Long, bony, slimy green fingers wrapped around her neck and she went stiff. A misshaped, green, slimy face came into view. Its yellow fangs gleamed as it licked its tongues over them. Demetris. “What a lovely dinner,” he said. “What is a woman like you doing in these forests?” He brought his nose near her face to sniff her. “Ah! Haven’t had such a lovely feast in a long time.”

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.