The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7 (The Medlov Crime Family Short Stories Series) by Latrivia S. Nelson Read Free Book Online Page B

the house seemed to be on fire as the sun beamed through the windows on all the woodwork.  Maybe after a hot shower and a nap, he could emerge with some new ideas.
    There was also something else nipping at him.
    His libido was running rampant, and the antagonizing tease of Emma being around him at the moment was pushing the needs of his underused cock to the forefront of his mind.
    There was something tantalizing about the sway of her hips.  He loved a woman with full curves and he couldn’t help but notice that she had picked up a few needed extra pounds since giving birth to his nephew.
    His nephew.
    Immediately, he berated himself.  This was his brother’s situation, not his. Why was he lusting after her? He could have any woman that he wanted. 
    Running a hand through his blonde locks, he grunted and tried to suppress a rising heat coursing through his body.  The gym might take the edge off, but at the moment, if he didn’t get some release he would explode.
    Opening the door to his bedroom, his attention was quickly diverted to Emma, sitting in the middle of his bed waiting for him…naked.
    Dmitry shook his head in disbelief.  “Shit,” he said, walking in and closing the door behind him. “What are you doing, Emma?”
    Emma followed him with her green eyes as he walked toward her.  With her knees folded under her, she gave him a naughty smile.  “You said your house was my house, did you not?”
    Dmitry put his jacket down on the chair across the room and looked over at her. Women. “I did,” he said, taking off his platinum cuff links.  Setting them on the dresser beside his Rolex watch, he started to unbutton the top of his shirt.
    His slow seduction only added to Emma’s desire. Only a man sure of himself would take so much time with the smallest of tasks. 
    “Just so you know, I’ve given a lot of thought to this arrangement since I arrived.” She flipped her short curly red hair and pointed her nose up into the air. 
    “Have you?” Dmitry taunted.  “All five minutes.”  His deep voice sounded like pure sex in the quietness of the expansive room and suddenly, he looked like the predator that he truly was. 
    “Yes, all five minutes,” she hissed.  “I know that you cared for my mother, but you were never really her husband. You were never my father.  Never a part of the Hutton family.  Had she not been dying, she would have never married you.”
    “Maybe you’re right,” Dmitry agreed.  “But she did marry me.”
    “Still, it does not make you my stepfather.”
    “I agree,” he said flatly. 
    Willing to state all of the obvious to get past the awkwardness, she laid it out. “And I did have a child with your brother.”
    Dmitry shook his head. “Yes, you did.”
    “And Catherine, my dear late mother, is gone and Ivan means nothing to me.”
    Dmitry turned up his lip. “If you say so.”
    “So you see, you and I have no reason why this shouldn’t happen now.  If only for once.”
    “I agree.” Pulling the shirt off, he revealed his large tattooed chest, flexing his muscles with every movement. 
    “On what part?” she asked, greedily gawking at his body.
    There was a dark twinkle in Dmitry’s eyes.  “This will happen once.”  He dipped his head in contemplation. “This will happen once in general ,” he corrected, “because I’m going to fuck you until I’ve had my fill tonight.  But then afterwards, it won’t happen again.”  His hand clasped his belt as he continued to undress in front of her. 
    Emma had never been talked to like that before, but she liked it. And she rather liked the way that Dmitry looked naked.  She had never seen anything quite so virile, in fact, he was so amazingly beautiful until she almost averted her eyes away from him as he dropped his pants, but the snaking erection in his black briefs stunned her beyond words.
    “Are you fragile?” he asked as he pulled off his underwear completely.
    Emma’s mouth flew open.