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Dmitry’s bedroom and slowly trotted up. With each step, he could hear muffled moans and cries become louder.
A guard walking the long hallway by Dmitry’s room, spotted Ivan and came to the top of the stairway to meet him.
“Can I help you, sir?” the guard asked nervously. He had heard about Ivan, so had everyone else at the estate. And everyone said the same thing . He was trouble.
Ivan gave a wry smile. “I’m just going to pop in on my brother – not that that is any of your business,” Ivan said, continuing to climb the stairs. “I tell you. A man gets a little money and then he’s suddenly treated like a god. This is the same man I grew up sharing a toothbrush with. It’s sort of over kill, don’t you think?”
“Master Medlov is unavailable at the moment,” the guard replied, widening his shoulders.
Ivan made his way all the way to the top stairs and stood over the short, stocky guard. He looked down at the man and assessed him. “Are you Dmitry’s personal guard?”
The man looked up at the giant but didn’t falter. “I’m the guard for this floor, but all his guards are personal,” he answered. “We do what Mr. Medlov says. And he says that when the door is closed, no one is to bother him.”
Another moan from Emma escaped. This one was longer and louder, nearly climatic.
“Sounds like someone’s enjoying themselves, eh ?” Ivan raised a brow. His voice lower now.
Pursing his lips together mockingly, he held his chest. “Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Personal Bodyguard? The woman in that bedroom is my son’s mother.” He nodded yes to the man’s embarrassment.
“I don’t know who is in there, sir, but you can’t interrupt.” He stepped closer to Ivan and made sure to keep his voice pleasant. “I will tell Mr. Medlov that you came calling, sir, as soon as he becomes available.”
Ivan grinned again . This little shit had big balls. “Oh. How thoughtful of you – a nice guy with a nice little gun.” He looked at the man’s side arm, poking out of the side of his jacket. “But my message is actually for Emma.”
“What message is that then, sir,” the man asked.
“Tell her that I said…”
Before the man could respond, Ivan grabbed him up by the sides of his collared-shirt and lifted him off the floor. Using him as a ram, he pushed the man through Dmitry’s bedroom door, knocking it open.
“Fuck you!” Ivan finished as the man fell.
Dmitry and Emma looked up as the small man landed on the floor atop broken shards of wood.
Covering her exposed breasts with her arms, Emma grabbed the sheet to cover the rest of her body.
Ivan stepped over the man and walked inside, pleased with himself. “Make sure that she gets the message now,” he said with a smug grin to the man on the floor.
Dmitry rose up and carefully moved Emma off his lap. Standing up naked beside the bed, he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Very quickly more guards flooded the room with their guns pointed, unsure of what they were walking in on. Their confusion showed on their faces as they entered.
“What the fuck do you think that you’re doing?” Dmitry asked Ivan.
“That is exactly what I should be asking you,” Ivan snarled. “What happened to not touching her? You just couldn’t help yourself, right? You sent for her, told her that you wanted her, seduced her, and fucked her right in your dead wife’s bed, but I’m the bastard!”
Emma looked on mortified, wondering if Dmitry would tell that she propositioned him and not the other way around.
“I changed my mind,” Dmitry answered without blinking. He smacked his lips in protest. “She’s not your wife, and this isn’t your business. But you are making a fool of yourself.”
The idea that Dmitry seemed not at all concerned only pissed Ivan off more. “I’m making it my business. The fact that she is Catherine’s daughter doesn’t seem to bother you, but I
A guard walking the long hallway by Dmitry’s room, spotted Ivan and came to the top of the stairway to meet him.
“Can I help you, sir?” the guard asked nervously. He had heard about Ivan, so had everyone else at the estate. And everyone said the same thing . He was trouble.
Ivan gave a wry smile. “I’m just going to pop in on my brother – not that that is any of your business,” Ivan said, continuing to climb the stairs. “I tell you. A man gets a little money and then he’s suddenly treated like a god. This is the same man I grew up sharing a toothbrush with. It’s sort of over kill, don’t you think?”
“Master Medlov is unavailable at the moment,” the guard replied, widening his shoulders.
Ivan made his way all the way to the top stairs and stood over the short, stocky guard. He looked down at the man and assessed him. “Are you Dmitry’s personal guard?”
The man looked up at the giant but didn’t falter. “I’m the guard for this floor, but all his guards are personal,” he answered. “We do what Mr. Medlov says. And he says that when the door is closed, no one is to bother him.”
Another moan from Emma escaped. This one was longer and louder, nearly climatic.
“Sounds like someone’s enjoying themselves, eh ?” Ivan raised a brow. His voice lower now.
Pursing his lips together mockingly, he held his chest. “Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Personal Bodyguard? The woman in that bedroom is my son’s mother.” He nodded yes to the man’s embarrassment.
“I don’t know who is in there, sir, but you can’t interrupt.” He stepped closer to Ivan and made sure to keep his voice pleasant. “I will tell Mr. Medlov that you came calling, sir, as soon as he becomes available.”
Ivan grinned again . This little shit had big balls. “Oh. How thoughtful of you – a nice guy with a nice little gun.” He looked at the man’s side arm, poking out of the side of his jacket. “But my message is actually for Emma.”
“What message is that then, sir,” the man asked.
“Tell her that I said…”
Before the man could respond, Ivan grabbed him up by the sides of his collared-shirt and lifted him off the floor. Using him as a ram, he pushed the man through Dmitry’s bedroom door, knocking it open.
“Fuck you!” Ivan finished as the man fell.
Dmitry and Emma looked up as the small man landed on the floor atop broken shards of wood.
Covering her exposed breasts with her arms, Emma grabbed the sheet to cover the rest of her body.
Ivan stepped over the man and walked inside, pleased with himself. “Make sure that she gets the message now,” he said with a smug grin to the man on the floor.
Dmitry rose up and carefully moved Emma off his lap. Standing up naked beside the bed, he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Very quickly more guards flooded the room with their guns pointed, unsure of what they were walking in on. Their confusion showed on their faces as they entered.
“What the fuck do you think that you’re doing?” Dmitry asked Ivan.
“That is exactly what I should be asking you,” Ivan snarled. “What happened to not touching her? You just couldn’t help yourself, right? You sent for her, told her that you wanted her, seduced her, and fucked her right in your dead wife’s bed, but I’m the bastard!”
Emma looked on mortified, wondering if Dmitry would tell that she propositioned him and not the other way around.
“I changed my mind,” Dmitry answered without blinking. He smacked his lips in protest. “She’s not your wife, and this isn’t your business. But you are making a fool of yourself.”
The idea that Dmitry seemed not at all concerned only pissed Ivan off more. “I’m making it my business. The fact that she is Catherine’s daughter doesn’t seem to bother you, but I
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