Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online Page B

she wasn’t wearing an expensive couture gown or dripping with jewels like many of the women in the foyer, to him, she was the most beautiful woman here.
    She turned and he noticed that the dress plunged in the front, revealing the large mounds of her breasts. His gut tightened as his gaze fastened on her cleavage. He needed to lick those curves, to tease her nipples into hardness, to watch her breasts shake while he fucked her. When she smiled at a passing Dom, Dimitri wanted to go over there and beat the other man’s face in.
    “Who is she?” his brother asked.
    Glancing over at Alex, Dimitri did one of the things he hated most. He lied to his brother. “An American submissive that I was thinking about fucking. She ended up here single by an odd circumstance after the Submissive’s Wish Auction and I find her interesting.”
    Alex arched a brow and Dimitri inwardly cursed at the way his brother’s gaze sharpened. “Why don’t you invite her along with us? I’m sure Ilyena would like to play with her. She is quite beautiful.”
    Remembering Rya’s negative reaction to Ilyena kissing him earlier, he shook his head. “I do not think so.”
    “Ahh, she doesn’t like women?”
    “No, she likes them, but she is a switch who only bottoms to men. With Ilyena being a switch who likes to dominate women as well, I fear we might have a bit of a cat fight about who got to be on top.”
    Alex gave a dark chuckle. “But that is the best kind of pairing to have. I love to watch two women fight with each other for dominance then bow instantly to me.”
    Dimitri liked it as well, but for some reason, the thought of Alex seeing Rya naked before he did made Dimitri strangely uncomfortable, possessive even, and he was never possessive of a woman with his brother. They’d shared women easily in the past, but he wanted Rya all to himself. Every fucking inch of her amazing body belonged to him. Across the room, Rya smiled at an older silver haired woman dressed in a royal blue velvet dress who looked vaguely familiar. When he saw the four men with the older woman he recognized Mistress Angelique, an infamous Parisian Domme and her harem of men. While he didn’t know Angelique personally, he knew one of her men in passing and watched with growing jealousy as they openly checked out Rya.
    He wondered if Rya would be going to Boston with Mistress Angelique, but instead of heading for the fleet of waiting helicopters they moved in the direction of the dining room. His heart sank as he realized Rya would be staying behind. The sight of her lush hips swaying beneath the purple silk of her dress as she walked away was unbearable. Without thinking, he went to follow her, but Alex grabbed his arm.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I’ve decided to stay.”
    Looking in the direction Rya went, Dimitri turned back and gave him a concerned look. “Don’t.”
    He jerked his arm away. “Don’t what?”
    “Come with us, Dimitri. Don’t torture yourself like that.”
    Gritting his teeth, he kept his face as blank as possible. “What? I just want to fuck her and I haven’t had a chance yet. We’re leaving in a few days so I’m not going to miss this opportunity. You worry too much.”
    Alex stepped closer and said in a low voice, “Lie to others, even lie to yourself, but do not lie to me. I saw the way you looked at her. It is dangerous.”
    Anger filled Dimitri and he whispered back, “It is nothing.”
    “You look at her the way I looked at my Jessica.”
    Startled, Dimitri stared at his brother. Alex rarely, if ever, said the name of his dead wife. “Alex…”
    His brother closed his eyes and the pain radiated off of him in almost visible waves before he regained control of himself and looked at Dimitri again, his gaze totally devoid of emotion. He shared the same deep grey eyes ringed with black that his father and brother did. Looking at Alex was like looking at himself in many ways, and his brother’s pain was his pain. Dimitri