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“I heard you, but I don’t believe it.”
“Why? You are too young for him anyway. Dmitri likes more mature women. The kind he doesn’t have to teach how to please him.”
I smile at her, knowing in the pit of my stomach she’s lying. “If you know him so well, why is he here with me instead of you?” She rears back and the sting hits exactly as I thought it would.
I pick up my chips, dropping a hundred dollar one by the dealer and get up. The guard that Dima assigned to me follows along as I make my way to the bar. I order another white wine and stand there for moment, trying to figure out why what she said keeps repeating in my head. I know he wouldn’t cheat on me.
But then my father’s words that I’m just a passing fancy and that he knows Dima has a new woman every month hit me again. Repeating over and over in my head like a recorder being rewound.
“You know what, little girl, he’s with you because it’s a job,” the woman hisses next to me. I was so lost in my head I didn’t hear her approach. Her drink comes flying in my face, and I catch movement out of the corner of my eye knowing it’s the guard. But I’m beyond pissed now. She said something my father said also, and it hurts. I want her to hurt as much as I do right now. I don’t think at all about the consequences or what I’m doing. I grab her by the back of her head as her martini slides down the front of my dress and into my cleavage. She starts yelling and fussing. I push my hand forward hard, slamming her face into the bar top in front of us. It’s all muscle memory and reaction. I hear the sickening sound of her nose cracking. The room is silent around me as everyone stopped to watch what was going to happen next when she threw her drink at me.
I let go of her hair, then I grab my wine glass and dump it over her head.
“Go to hell, bitch,” I say loudly before strong hands wrap around me, and I find myself being flipped up and over Dmitri’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
* * *
Dmitri
As soon as the guard told me that a woman was talking to Lennon, I knew something was up. I heard her loud proclamation about Lennon only being a job, and I knew exactly who told her to say that. She was planted here.
What I didn’t expect was the reaction from my woman. It’s like a switch was flipped inside of her. The woman slides down the front of the bar as I secure a kicking and screaming Lennon.
“I’m not a job. I’m not some passing fancy. Put me down this instant, Dmitri,” she yells.
My hand connects with her ass cheek hard and she stops. It centers her, but I still feel her breathing hard as if she ran a marathon.
“Take her to the warehouse. I want proof of who hired her,” I turn and say to the guard I put on Lennon. She’ll have her own guards soon enough. This guy was just a test, and he failed. That woman should have never gotten the chance to throw a drink at my girl. Or the fact that Lennon took care of her herself.
I storm out of the room knowing that everything will return to normal soon enough. I don’t go out through the kitchen. Instead, I step into the stairwell. I’m about to go out to the alley, where I know a car will be waiting for us, when her words stop me.
“I want you to put me down, now. I’ll find my own way home. My father was right.”Her voice catches on the last part.
I turn and stomp up the stairs to my office. I’m going to take care of this right now.
Not later.
When I get to the second floor, I throw open the door and head straight for my office. I slam the door shut, rattling the wall. I turn and lock it, then I reach up and throw the heavy barrel bolts, securing the doors. She won’t escape me, and no one will get in here to interfere with our conversation.
My hold loosens on her legs, and she starts kicking. I’ve had enough, and I walk over to the desk and flip her around, laying her face down. I yank her dress up over her ass and pause when I see her pale globes. One has a slight pink tinge from when I smacked her earlier. She starts bucking and fighting. I swat each perfect cheek twice and she stops. Her forehead falls to the desk with a thump.
“Why does that still turn me on when I know you’ve cheated on me?” she mumbles into the desk.
“I didn’t cheat on you,kukla. Your father must have sent her here to try and break us up.”
“Oh my God! Do you think so?” She rears up and looks back at me. I see the tears tracking down her skin.
“He must have done it before we talked. Or it could be the Triad or someone else.”
“She said you had been having sex for a bit now. You haven’t been with me. My father said that you were seen with another woman, and he basically described her. Even the overdone lip enhancers and fake boobs.”
“Kukla,the only cunt I’ve been buried in or want to be in is yours.” I lean over her body and stretch her arms above her head. “Hold them there,” I order her, and she does as I tell her.
I drop to my knees behind her and rip her thong off her. Her scent takes over everything and I lean forward, burying my face in her sweet nectar. I’ve missed her taste and need it on my tongue before I continue to punish her and set her straight.
I eat her as if I’m starving for her because I am. She is moaning and rolling her hips, wanting me to take her, but she isn’t getting my cock until she knows exactly how much I want her. My cock weeps at that thought. I reach down and squeeze it through my slacks.
She’s almost there, and I don’t let her go off even though I want her so badly. Instead, I rise up and blanket her body with mine. My elbows on each side of her head. Her head is turned to the side. I kiss her ear as I tell her my truth.
