The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7 (The Medlov Crime Family Short Stories Series) (5 page)

Chapter 5

Davyd had waited as long as he could before reporting the Intel that he had received from the street.  It had come in early that morning via a phone call from the club manager of one of their low-end clubs in Leicester Square, which was why he was not there when Emma had arrived. 

However, as soon as they arrived back at the estate from the news conference, Davyd knew that the pressing business was no longer about stocks and shareholders, but also about drugs and Irishmen. 

Quietly, he followed Dmitry and Emma into the house before Dmitry could excuse himself to change clothes but after Ivan and Arie had walked away, he tapped Dmitry on the shoulder.

“I need to talk to you, boy,” he said, under his breath. His eyes were serious. 

Dmitry looked down at Davyd and instantly knew his day was about to get worse.  “I’ll meet you in the study,” was all that he said before he turned to Emma.  “Can I get you anything?” he asked, kindly.

A smile crossed her lips. She had never known this Dmitry before. It was quite refreshing and alluring to have him be so gentle.  “I’m fine, thank you. I’m just going to retire for a while. I could use some down time.” Her gaze lingered on him in his tailored suit and perfectly polished features.  He cleaned up well…to well to go unnoticed. 

“Understandable,” he said, rubbing her shoulders.  Without him knowing it, goose bumps formed on her skin.  “I’ve got some things to handle, so we can catch up later.”

“I’d like that,” she said, nodding toward Davyd. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“The same here, ma’am,” Davyd said, going out of his way to smile back.

“Do you need an escort?” Dmitry asked her.

The question made her giggle. “I know my way around, silly.”

Dmitry winked at her.  “My home is yours.” 

“Literally,” she said playfully.

His smile quickly disappeared as he turned from her and headed toward his study behind Davyd.  There was no telling what he was about to hear.  It was completely unlike Davyd to be gone so early in the morning, which meant only two things – either he left to see one of his lady friends or to fix a problem.

Nine times out of ten, it was to fix a problem.

Two of his men followed behind them to stand guard at the door while they talked.  Another rule Dmitry had implemented since Elsa. 

As soon as the door closed, Davyd walked over to the bar and poured them both a glass of scotch. “You’re flirting with that woman,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.  

Dmitry sat down in his chair behind his desk and folded his hands behind his head.  Based upon the tone of the observation, he guessed that Davyd had an opinion on it.  “I am,” he said in a rather arrogant tone.

Davyd shrugged.  “At least you’re honest.”

Dmitry allowed a moment of transparency.  “What harm can come from it?  Her mother is dead.”

“I don’t know why you boys don’t see that you’re in no place for a relationship.  Not you and never Ivan.  You should focus only on work.  Go see a nice girl who lives alone. Spend a few hours with her, and then leave. Ivan just needs a hooker.  There should be a rule. Don’t get anyone pregnant. Don’t get married.  Don’t mix business with pleasure.  How hard is that?” Davyd asked, brining Dmitry over his glass of scotch.

              “Must be something in our blood, because we can’t seem to help ourselves,” Dmitry answered, taking the glass. “Spasibo.” He looked at the scotch in the tumbler and swished it around.

Unable to help himself after the long day, he took a sip of the strong drink and winced.  “I prefer vodka.”

“You’ll take what you can get when I tell you the reason I called you in here,” Davyd said, sitting down across from Dmitry.

“So it wasn’t to admonish me about Emma?”

“Why bother,” Davyd answered.

Dmitry turned up the glass to his mouth and took a big gulp, then placed it quietly on the desk. “Shoot,” he exhaled.

“I got a call from the club in Leicester Square.  They are having troubles with a group down there and it sounds very similar to the troubles you were having in Dublin, too similar.  These boys are pushing hard drugs in your clubs, they have the waitresses doing it; and they’re doing it in your parking lots. They’re trying to take it over.”

Dmitry twisted up his lips.  “Do you remember the faces of those guys I told Ivan to get rid of?”

Davyd smirked. “I’m old. I don’t remember anyone after they’re dead.”

But Dmitry remembered their faces. “I need to see them for myself.”

“So, what do you propose doing? Showing up personally to see who’s selling drugs at your club? You’re fucking 7' tall. It’s hard to miss you.” Davyd took another sip.

“Favor for a favor,” Dmitry said with a smirk. “I’ll send Emma.”

“Emma?” Davyd repeated, confused.

“If she can fight with drug cartels in Bogota, she can handle Leicester Square.”

“Will she though?” Davyd didn’t see the point.

Dmitry sat up in his chair.  “Oh, you missed this morning’s meeting.  We’re going to supply the Free Right, free of charge, with weapons in Columbia to fight the local police force and possibly the Columbian military presence, and I may be summoned to region of South America to negotiate for other terms.”  He cracked his knuckles.  “Think she can handle trying to ID some local Irish penny pusher’s now?”

Davyd shook his head. “Do you see where pussy puts you?  Up the arse without the jelly.”

Dmitry cringed.

Chapter 6

When Dmitry left his study after his meeting with Davyd, all he wanted to do was get out of his stuffy, three-piece tailored black suit and put on some comfortable clothes. 

After today’s press conference, he didn’t feel much like a business man, but the anger boiling in him was very much Vor-like. 

It was a pity too.  Dmitry was trying, despite everyone’s efforts to bring him down, to be an upstanding man that did not always have to resort to violence.  But it looked as though he would have to revert back to the ways of his youth in order to remind people that he had not gone soft. 

He wasn’t surprised that something was going on behind his back.  If he had learned any lesson at all, it was that very few people in his circle could be trusted, but he was determined this time, unlike in Milan, to tie up all loose ends. 

With his jacket thrown over his shoulders, he slowly made his way up the stairs to his bedroom.  The silence of the house was comforting for the moment.  A late evening glow had emerged on the horizon and 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. Uncapping her legs, she frowned in pure disbelief.  She didn’t even know a man could be that endowed.  Not truly.  “Dmitry,” she said, looking up at him.

He walked toward her, his manhood slapping hard and ready, against his inner thighs.

“Da,” he answered, reaching out and grabbing her arm.  He pulled her to the end of the bed and made her stand on her feet. 

Stunned, she let go of nervous exhalation.

“
Boites' seychas
?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her small waist. 

“What does that mean?” she whispered as a trail of kisses was placed on her neck.  The feel of his warm, sweet lips and his nimble tongue against her, almost made her knees buckle.

“Are you afraid now?” he translated.

Emma’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as he trailed kisses from her neck to her the top of breasts. 

“Yes,” she confessed. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.  “I don’t give refunds.” He prayed that she would not say no, so close to an impending release for himself, but he would respect her wishes either way.

The small joke made her giggle.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked him in his eyes.  “I won’t know until you’re done with me,
if I want a refund or not
.”

“A part of me wonders if this violates some law,” he said, cupping her breast in his hand. Her perky rose colored nipples and wide-spanned areolas made his mouth water. 

She gasped instantly.

“But I’ve never been one to follow the law very well,” he whispered without a smile.

“I won’t tell,” she promised. 

Dmitry head dipped down as he kissed her bottom lip.  “What makes you think that by the time I’m done with you, everyone else in this house won’t already know?  If you can live with it, so can I. But I won’t lie to my little brother about it.”

“I don’t really care what your little brother thinks. He’s a married man.”

Dmitry picked her up off the bed in his embrace and slipped a hand down her back to her bottom and rubbed her clit from behind. 

Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, awash with pleasure.  As soon as she did, he kissed her neck again, this time sucking on her. 

Her raspy moans became audible.  Panting, she begged. “Don’t make me bleed,” she warned.

“Why would I make you bleed?” he asked.

“You have to be at least 10 inches,” she said raising a brow.

Dmitry smirked.  “A foot actually.”

“A foot? Of cock?” her British accent became more pronounced.  “I don’t know if I can even handle an entire foot.” she protested, wanting to find out.

Dmitry slipped his fingers up into the tightness of her body slowly watching her come alive before him.  She was snug and warm, probably untouched for as long or longer than he had been. 

Holding her back where she could not wiggle free, he made her moan into his mouth as he covered hers with a kiss.

“That is six inches,” he said, sucking on her tongue.  “I promise, I can make six more fit.” He looked into her eyes. “And you will not bleed, but you definitely with cum.”

Maybe it was the authoritative tone or the assurance in his voice, but the silk from inside of her flower gushed down between her thighs on to his hand.

“Mmm,” he moaned.  “That’s it, little
moya neposlushnaya devochka
, give it to me.  All of it.”

His demands were not ignored. 

Emma tried, but she could not deny him.  As he moved his fingers in and out of her body against her pearl and massaging the folds of her inner core, she began to feel her muscles contract.  Unable to pull away because of the hold that he had on her, he made her submit while he did the unthinkable.

“All of it,” he demanded. “Every drop.”

With exasperated cries, she finally released her climax on his hands, giving him complete satisfaction.

Her body trembled as he laid her down on the bed.  Crawling between her wet thighs, he ran his tongue from her deep inside of her to all the way up to her aching clitoris, then lingered their lapping at her until she nearly passed out. “You taste like honey,” he said, holding down her hips.  “What do you feel like, Emma?” he asked in a memorizing tone. “Are you tight, baby?”

Emma tried to speak but it was nearly impossible.  Her heart lurched at the thought of actually having him inside of her, and at the same time she hated herself for having conceived a child with that animal of a man, Ivan, instead of Dmitry.

Opening her legs wider, he rested in between her small thighs, covering her petite frame from sight. 

Their hot skin met with a sizzling impact, and she could not help but place her hands on his rippling arms to feel what real power felt like. Every part of him was tight, having been worked hard under steel and resistance.  His skin was perfumed with a mixture of sandalwood cologne and jasmine shampoo, and she inhaled his scent as she held him close. 

“I want to be gentle,” he warned, “but you look so good and it’s been so long.  I can barely control myself.” It wasn’t at all that he was being conceited, but he planned to give her everything that he had tonight. 

“It’s been over a year since I’ve made love to a man,” Emma said, running her hand down his side as she looked up at him.  “You had better give more just a good fight.  I want a shot at the title.”

Dmitry smiled sweetly at her but as he did so, he pushed his wide, thick heavy cock deep into her center, causing a scream that shrieked out of the bedroom and up and down the great quiet hallways.  Out of breath, she held on to him as he recoiled out of her body. 

“Oh my God,” Emma proclaimed. 

Planting his arms on either side of her, he moaned growled.  “I’m only half way there, my dear.  You might want to grab something to hold on to.”

Emma couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation and excitement.  He was right, it did not hurt, not in the least, but it was more satisfying that she had ever felt with man before him.