Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

He had to respect her fire. Knox's expression remained stoic, but Serena could feel the displeasure thrumming through him like a livewire. His amber eyes bored into Dimitri's, silently demanding he continue his report. Dimitri swallowed again and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other. "That's not all, Master," he admitted reluctantly, running a hand through his disheveled dark hair. "There's...there's a sex tape. Of the madam. It's trending all over the internet and going viral as we speak."

she affirmed, her chest heavy with emotion. Dimitri smiled, getting up with Layla and carrying her to the bed. However, before they could lie down, he attacked her lips again with urgency, pulling down the straps of her dress with impatience. Despite the intensity, the Russian woman took a few seconds to follow his demanding rhythm, softening the need as his hands pressed her against his erection, wringing a moan from her. "Am I still a pig to you?" he asked, separating a little while he completed the task of pulling down her dress.

He simply turned the page as if I wasn’t there. But it was too early to give up. I brought my lips near his ear as I whispered. “You shouldnt leave your wife hanging here when she wants you to fuck her.” That was too direct, but it was the only path I could take right now. Dimitri slowly looked up at me, his expression maddeningly unreadable. “Serafina,” he said quietly. “If you’re looking for a reaction… you’ll have to try much harder than taking your clothes off.”

He looked like he was suffering. Beatrice grabbed our thickest cucumber — the one we’d used many times before — and covered it in spit and my own cream. She pushed my legs back toward my chest and fed the fat vegetable into me slowly, letting Daniel see every inch disappear inside my stretched hole. “Ohhh fuck… Beatrice…” I groaned, sounding nothing like a nun anymore. She started fucking me with it, long deep strokes, twisting it on the way out so my pussy lips clung to the sides. I was getting louder, hips bucking, tits bouncing. Beatrice lowered her face and started licking my clit while she pumped the cucumber in and out.

I wouldn’t be surprised if one was to claim that they were twins. Only after Seneca’s comment did Dimitri flip his head to check on Rebecca. Of course this meant he saw her knocked out. I looked at him in warning, hoping to calm him down. But deep down I knew it was too late. Dimitri loved Rebecca even if he wasn’t aware of it yet. And seeing her hurt like this would only lead to one thing. In a flash, Dimitri was out of his chains and strangling his sister. Seneca was surprised at first but then she quickly recovered. She easily pushed Dimitri off her with her magic and had him land pretty hard on the concrete floor.

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Hazel asked, the question already tightening in her throat. Mia hesitated. “You need to see this.” Hazel’s stomach dropped at the tone. Mia unlocked the screen and turned it toward her. A photograph filled the display, grainy, taken by someone hiding behind tinted glass. But it was clear enough. Dimitri. Standing outside a hotel entrance in Mayfair. His tie loose, his hand around the waist of a woman with long auburn hair. The woman leaned close, laughing. His mouth was near her ear.

She stepped closer and I took a step back, defeated. The woman Dimitri was with last night was her? Sandalwood and cinnamon enveloped her like some invisible canopy. She wore my husband's scent like some perfume. How dare she? How dare he? “I heard your cry last night and I apologize for what happened,” Larisa bowed her head. “Dimitri insisted I remained quiet but I couldn't… I was too horny to.” I clenched my fists at my side. “What?” Larisa crossed her arms over her chest. “Dimitri is good in bed although he's a bit rough. Animalistic, if you would but I'd give him a 5 star. You're lucky to experience this sort of thing, sis.”

A woman in very scant clothes appear with a tray laden with drinks. Kira was stunned by her clothes. She could see her nipples through the dress and every curve of her body. Only her crotch were full covered, but Kira was astounded to see that her ass was fully visible when she turned. Dimitri smiled at the girl, his eyes lingering a little too long at her exposed breasts, and took a champaign flute from her. The girl, noticing, Dimitri’s gaze, bent further down and brushed his cheek with her left nipple, grinned and left.

" ******** 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.