Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

I lift my head slightly whilst we are walking and take in the view in front of me. Dimetrius is built like a warrior god. He has muscles built upon muscles and his skin is ridiculously tanned from all the heat radiating from the Lava flowing through the city. His arse is perfectly round and his pants are slightly too tight, allowing me to visualize exactly what I will see and feel under there the moment we get behind closed doors. I can feel the heat building in my core with every step closer we take, my heart rate is quickening as I’m visualising slamming him against the wall. Out here he is the master, but not behind closed doors.

"I saw you from afar and just wanted to say hi.” This was a lie. Anita had been stalking him. He was the key to her success. The lady sitting with him looked so beautiful. "I was also hoping to put some publishing questions across to you. But it looks like you're busy.” “No I’m really not,” he said, surprising Mimie. She was totally dumbfounded at his sour attitude towards her. He averted his gaze to her and didn't look the least bit concerned about her feelings.

The black leather interior smelled pleasant, but then again, it was a limousine. Before I could react, Dimitri made his way between my legs, and soon, our tongues were intertwined. "What are you doing?" I whimpered, and his hands unfastened my shorts. "Getting you ready for my wife," he answered. My cheeks flushed a deep red; luckily, it was dark back here, "Callista can do that herself." In reply, his lips left mine, and his tongue began to rub over my clit.

Dresses shimmered on gold racks, silks spilling like waterfalls. “Pick,” Salve said simply, his tone leaving no room for refusal. I stared at him, my mouth dry. “I don’t—” Dimitri’s laugh cut me off, loud enough for the clerks to hear. “She’s stubborn, our little rabbit. Doesn’t even know how to play wife for the cameras.” His smirk turned cruel as he added, “But she’ll learn. One way or another.” The clerks chuckled nervously. My chest tightened, fury burning beneath my ribs.

The smell is stomach-turning—rotten blood, sulfur, something metallic that didn't come from anywhere good. “Stir,” she orders, handing him a long iron ladle. Dimitri’s lip curls. “What the hell are you playing at, girl?” “Just stir.” He snarls but obeys, plunging the ladle in. The liquid clings to the colour of bruised midnight. Demetria turns away as if bored. And then, in one fluid motion, she pulls the wrapped sword free from the tiger skin and drives the blade straight through Dimitri’s back until the point bursts out the front of his chest in a spray of blood.

"The new lady. The one who wouldn't give you her name? You know, the one who almost ran our asses over on the main road, while we patrolled the area?" "Almost ran your slow ass over, you mean," Dimitri said with a chuckle, as he turned and picked up a log. "And she's cute, with curves in all the right places, and a mouth that can cut you with its snark." He glanced back at the cabin. "Of course, she also had a scent of sadness about her as well. Like she was recently hurt or something." He turned, as he heard wood thunking against wood. Josh just shook his head. "Here it goes. Dimitri the heart doctor."

Diana’s POV “Ah fuck, please baby…” I moaned as Ryan slammed his cock into me. “Take it you dirty slut” Ryan groaned, smacking my ass. My knees nearly buckled, he increased his pace. I screamed as I came, my pussy squirting hard around his cock inside of me, my juices splashing down on the guys balls. He zoomed in the camera he was holding. “Fuck Diana,” he rasped, slamming his dick harder. “Take my cock just like that baby.”

Rosalind burst into tears as she clung to Aldric’s leg, all the while throwing accusations my way. “It was Leanora! She planted that man in my cabinet to frame me. I love you so much. I would never cheat on you!” The man caught her signal and was just about to shift the blame onto me, but I spoke first. “By all means, let us say it was my doing. I confess. I planted him here to slander the Princess. And this man, having defiled a royal, should be put to death immediately. Shall we proceed?”

At least, it would not be an issue trying to explain who she is again. Dimitri on the other hand was left dumbstruck. Of all things he could think of her to be; a s*x mate, really? "What did you two discuss?" Subanqueriedas soon as he came into the house. "Nothing... he just asked who I was," Dimitri replied absentmindedly, she was still disappointed by what she heard Krisen say. Suban hid a smile as his eyes roamed Dimitri’s body. Dimitri was very beautiful and her voice was quite clear and melodious to one's ear, he wouldn't mind making her his s*x mate.

A seductress who always knew where the exits were. Emilia was… something else entirely. There was a kind of purity in her confusion, a soft strength behind her stares. When she looked at him, it wasn’t manipulation — it was like she was trying to understand him. That unnerved him more than any weapon ever had. He lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the ember flaring in the wind. Dimitri Volkov. That name had sent something sharp down his spine when he first heard it from the file. And when it came through her voice, barely a whisper, picked up by the bug he’d left behind the painting in her Prague bedroom, it had almost made his blood run cold.