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Authors: Ann Mayburn
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tow. Maurice gave Rya an exasperated look and shook his head, but he followed his Domme, leaving Rya alone at the table. She sat there, paralyzed by indecision. Part of her wanted to flee, to run away from the perilous temptation Dimitri offered, but the wild darkness that lived in the heart of her soul felt almost a…resonance with Dimitri.
She was still trying to figure out what to do when his deep, magnificent voice said, “Rya, come with me.”
She looked up and found Dimitri standing next to her chair with his hand out. Before she could second guess herself, she went with her gut and placed her hand in his, letting him help her to her feet. Warmth streaked through her from where their skin touched and she tried to pretend her nipples weren’t now clearly poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Even in her four inch heels he towered over her and she looked up at him, drowning in how fucking sexy he was. In a vain effort to regain control of both the situation and herself, she lifted her chin and tried to give him a cold look.
“Where’s your harem?”
“Harem?”
“Yes. All of your women. I’m sure they’re missing you.”
“Where is Tusya? Is he missing you?”
She frowned up at him. “I have no idea where he is.”
“So you do not want him?”
The urge to tell Dimitri that she’d fucked Tusya’s brains out tempted her, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t react well. The last thing she wanted was for Dimitri to pick a fight with him, and as odd as the thought was, she was pretty sure Dimitri felt possessive of her. It was in the way he stood, the way he looked at her, and the way he glared at any man who tried to approach her tonight from the moment he found her in the dining room.
She sighed. “No, I don’t want him.”
“You want me.”
“Arrogant much?”
“Is not arrogant when true.”
Scowling at him, she tried to pull her hand away. “I’m sorry, Dimitri, I know this may sound stupid to you, but I don’t share so it would be best if we end things right now.”
“You share Katya with Tusya.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
His lips twitched and she swore he was laughing at her. “Come. Let us walk.”
Giving his tux a glance, trying to ignore her body’s purr of approval at the way he filled it out, she said, “Aren’t you going somewhere?”
“Not anymore.”
“Why?”
“You will not be there. I will be where you are.”
“What?”
“Come. Walk. Is too crowded here.”
He tugged her after him, leading her outside. It was still warm enough that she wasn’t too chilly in her sleeveless dress, but her shoes weren’t really made for walking on the grass. When they stood at the top of the steps leading down to the right side of the house with the paths leading to the lake just down a small hill, she tugged her hand out of Dimitri’s.
“Hold on, I need to take my shoes off.” A faint smile curved his lips and she sighed up at him as she removed her heels. “You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you?”
For a moment he looked surprised, or at least his version of surprise which was the faintest raising of his eyebrows. “ Da . I mean yes.”
“Thought so.” She almost asked him if it was okay to leave her shoes here. She highly doubted anyone would want to steal her clearance rack fifty dollar heels when most of the women around here were wearing designer footwear that cost as much as the monthly payment on her brand new SUV.
Once her feet touched the grass, she couldn’t help but stop and wiggle her toes in it, delighting in the feeling. Dimitri watched her closely, like she was something new and unusual that he couldn’t quite figure out. Well, that made two of them.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the feeling of the grass beneath my bare feet.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.” When he tilted his head to the side and looked even more confused she couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, Dimitri,
She was still trying to figure out what to do when his deep, magnificent voice said, “Rya, come with me.”
She looked up and found Dimitri standing next to her chair with his hand out. Before she could second guess herself, she went with her gut and placed her hand in his, letting him help her to her feet. Warmth streaked through her from where their skin touched and she tried to pretend her nipples weren’t now clearly poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Even in her four inch heels he towered over her and she looked up at him, drowning in how fucking sexy he was. In a vain effort to regain control of both the situation and herself, she lifted her chin and tried to give him a cold look.
“Where’s your harem?”
“Harem?”
“Yes. All of your women. I’m sure they’re missing you.”
“Where is Tusya? Is he missing you?”
She frowned up at him. “I have no idea where he is.”
“So you do not want him?”
The urge to tell Dimitri that she’d fucked Tusya’s brains out tempted her, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t react well. The last thing she wanted was for Dimitri to pick a fight with him, and as odd as the thought was, she was pretty sure Dimitri felt possessive of her. It was in the way he stood, the way he looked at her, and the way he glared at any man who tried to approach her tonight from the moment he found her in the dining room.
She sighed. “No, I don’t want him.”
“You want me.”
“Arrogant much?”
“Is not arrogant when true.”
Scowling at him, she tried to pull her hand away. “I’m sorry, Dimitri, I know this may sound stupid to you, but I don’t share so it would be best if we end things right now.”
“You share Katya with Tusya.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
His lips twitched and she swore he was laughing at her. “Come. Let us walk.”
Giving his tux a glance, trying to ignore her body’s purr of approval at the way he filled it out, she said, “Aren’t you going somewhere?”
“Not anymore.”
“Why?”
“You will not be there. I will be where you are.”
“What?”
“Come. Walk. Is too crowded here.”
He tugged her after him, leading her outside. It was still warm enough that she wasn’t too chilly in her sleeveless dress, but her shoes weren’t really made for walking on the grass. When they stood at the top of the steps leading down to the right side of the house with the paths leading to the lake just down a small hill, she tugged her hand out of Dimitri’s.
“Hold on, I need to take my shoes off.” A faint smile curved his lips and she sighed up at him as she removed her heels. “You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you?”
For a moment he looked surprised, or at least his version of surprise which was the faintest raising of his eyebrows. “ Da . I mean yes.”
“Thought so.” She almost asked him if it was okay to leave her shoes here. She highly doubted anyone would want to steal her clearance rack fifty dollar heels when most of the women around here were wearing designer footwear that cost as much as the monthly payment on her brand new SUV.
Once her feet touched the grass, she couldn’t help but stop and wiggle her toes in it, delighting in the feeling. Dimitri watched her closely, like she was something new and unusual that he couldn’t quite figure out. Well, that made two of them.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the feeling of the grass beneath my bare feet.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.” When he tilted his head to the side and looked even more confused she couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, Dimitri,
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