Chapter 15

They walked inside and headed upstairs. But when Bepa came from around the corner, she looked angry.

“Mr. Smirnov, may I have a private word with you?”

“Not now, Bepa. It’s late, and we are going to bed,” he said, placing his hand on Danica’s back and leading her up the stairs.

He had no desire to talk to her; he had something much better to do.

“Don’t you think you should talk to her?” she asked when they got to the top of the stairs.

“She never has anything important to say; it’s always to complain. She can wait until morning, but I cannot wait to have you again in my bed.”

When they entered the bedroom, he removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt while she removed her earrings and placed them on the dresser.

“Would you undo my necklace for me, please?” she asked, looking in the mirror as she lifted her hair out of the way.

He walked over and stood behind her. Reaching up, he undid the clasp and gently tossed it down onto the dresser.

He then lowered his mouth onto her neck and began kissing as he slowly pulled the zipper on her dress down. “Fuck, you smell and taste so delicious.”

As he continued to kiss her neck, his hand pulled her dress down past her hips, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling his manhood getting hard as it pressed into her backside.

He turned her around to face him, placing his hands on her butt cheeks, and pulled her up tighter against his body. His lips came crashing down on hers in a rough and demanding kiss that left her moaning into his mouth.

She curled her fingers through his hair, feeling the roughness of his mouth on hers. She could hear her panties being ripped as he tugged on them with his one free hand.

Her feet were lifted off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down. Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip as she watched him remove his pants and briefs.

There was a look of desire in his eyes; his member was rigid, and she couldn’t help the liquid that pooled between her legs. Starting from the bottom of the bed, he made his way up her body, leaving kisses along the way.

A loud moan escaped from deep in her throat when he started kissing and sucking lightly on her neck. Then, when he placed his hand between her legs and started rubbing over her feminine folds, she arched her back, her legs opening wider.

His mouth made its way up her neck and to her lips as he continued pleasuring her below. “Dmitry, I want you inside me. I want to feel you, all of you.”

“My, someone is impatient. Just what would you like me to do to you?”

“Everything,” she answered, panting. “And talk to me in Russian while you make love to me. I find it so sexy, and it gets me hot.”

~What is it about women who love accents? One could be calling them all kinds of filthy names, and they would still think it was sexy—that is, as long as they didn’t understand what was being said.~ He asked himself.

He placed himself at her wet entrance and thrust inside her. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her as he talked in Russian.

It was true; it was turning her on; he could tell by the way she was squirming and moaning. Her fingernails scraped up and down his back.

As he moved up and down faster, he felt the warmth of her walls tightening around his cock, and he lifted himself up onto his hands to look at her face when she had an orgasm right before he came.

Giving one last thrust as he released, he said in his native tongue, ~“Fuck, you feel so tight and hot. I cannot get enough of your tight pussy.”~

She let out a cry of pleasure when he was done. He was like a wild man in the way he kept thrusting inside her, and when he spoke in his language, it drove her mad.

Yet when he was done, he stroked her cheek, and she saw something in his eyes before he placed his mouth on her neck. It was the look of a man who cared about who he had just made love to.

When he rolled off her and lay on his back, she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest, a first for doing that.

“It was good for you?” he asked, his accent coming out strong.

“Yes, it was amazing.”

He looked down at her and saw her smiling. “Why do you smile like that?”

She ran her fingers over his stomach. “I’m smiling because I know you like me. Sometimes you act like you don’t, but you do.”

“Woman, you are speaking nonsense.”

Lifting her head, she climbed on top of him and stared into his eyes. “I saw it when you looked at me. Admit it, you like me,” she said, leaning down and kissing his neck.

A feeling of excitement washed over her when she felt him getting hard again.

He growled like an animal as he flipped her over onto her back and got on top of her. “Okay, I will admit that I like you. You make me feel weak when I’m with you. I like how you feel and smell and can’t think of anything but making love. But don’t be mistaken, I will not become soft.”

“You’ve already become soft with me anyway. Don’t worry, my mean, tough mafia man, your secret will be safe with me,” she said, stroking the stubble on his face.

He stared into her eyes; his cold heart was melting. “From now on you are mine forever—I will never let you go.”

“Good, because I don’t want to go.”

This stroked his ego; he liked hearing her say that and lowered his mouth onto hers. This time, he was tender as he made love to her.

She had broken him; he would never hurt her, but he still had to appear ruthless and cruel so his enemies would still fear him.

The next morning, she woke up alone in bed. After getting up and taking a quick shower, she went downstairs.

She went to his office looking for him, and when she entered, she found him there with two men she had never seen before. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were busy.”

Dmitry got to his feet, and as he walked over to her, he snapped, making sure the others heard him. “Don’t you ever interrupt me again, or else,” he barked.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind him. Once on the other side of the door, he pinned her up against the wall. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean what I said. I must be this way in front of certain people; those men there are evil.”

He gave her a passionate kiss before letting her go. “You understand, right?”

Feeling a little better, she nodded her head. As much as she hated the way he had treated her, she did understand.

“I will see you later,” he said, kissing her before returning to his office.

As she was walking away, she saw Bepa standing there, staring at her with so much hate in her eyes. Ignoring her, she walked past her but wondered how long she had been there and what all she had seen and heard.

For the next two weeks, they made love as often as possible; he was so loving toward her and took her to more ballets and plays. Bepa kept her distance from Danica, but she could feel the woman watching her.

After five months, she was still not pregnant; she hoped she would be. Now that she had decided to stay with him, she wanted a baby but hoped for a girl. She wanted all girls—that way she knew no son of hers would have to run the business.

She hoped Dmitry would give up this lifestyle in time, though she knew that was just a dream.

Things were good between them; he treated her with respect and took her with him when he went out, most of the time. He was, for the most part, a different man with her—that is.

Then, one night, he had to go out, leaving her behind. It was getting late, and she hadn’t heard from him and was worried. Unable to sleep, she went downstairs and thought she would wait for him in the living room.

Curled on the sofa, she had just dozed off when she heard a commotion at the front door. She saw Bepa running past and jumped to her feet to find out what was wrong.

She arrived just in time to see his two men taking him to the room with the medical supplies. “Dmitry,” she cried out, knowing he was hurt, and ran after them.

When she got to the door and they went inside, Bepa stopped her, not letting her go in.

“Go away and let me take care of him. He doesn’t need you,” she snapped, preventing her from entering the room.

She had enough of Bepa, so pushing her away, she glared at her, getting in her face. “Look here, bitch, you aren’t going to stop me from going to him. If anyone takes care of him, it will be me. Now remember your place in this household and call his doctor to come right away.”

Giving her a push, she entered the room and rushed to him. His jacket was off, as well as his shirt, and she saw the cloth on his shoulder was soaked with blood. “Dmitry, oh my God, what happened?”

He looked at her when she ran to him. He also heard what she had said to Bepa and felt proud of her. “Baby, it’s nothing.”

She let the droplets of tears fall from her eyes when he called her baby. It was the first time he had used a term of endearment toward her. She placed her hands on his face. “Do not lie to me; you are bleeding.”

“It’s just a shoulder wound. The doctor will remove the bullet, and I’ll be as good as new. You are sad I am hurt?” he asked, wiping her tears away.

“Of course I am, you big dummy.” She leaned over to kiss him and was happy that he didn’t stop her even though Dennis and Craig were standing in the room.

The two men looked at each other and smiled, but they stopped when they saw Dmitry giving them a dirty look. It was obvious to them that there was more going on between them than a business deal.

He was still a heartless bastard to everyone, but with her, he showed kindness and was becoming very possessive. Just then, the doctor walked in with Bepa.

“What have you done to yourself now, Mr. Smirnov?” he asked, taking the cloth from his shoulder. “Good news, it is not deep, so I can remove it now. I will give you something to numb the pain.”

When he was given the shot, he grabbed Danica’s hand. “You might want to leave the room when he takes out the bullet; it’s not for the faint of heart.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, holding his hand. She did have to turn her head when the doctor took out the bullet, and the blood came pouring out.

For a moment, she thought she was going to faint when she saw him putting the stitches in.

The doctor put the bandage on and handed him some pills. “Take these when the pain gets too much to bear, keep the wound clean, and change the bandage twice a day. You’re fortunate this time; it didn’t hit any arteries, but you did lose a lot of blood.”

“I will take care of him,” Bepa said, stepping closer to them.

Danica gave her an icy stare. “No need to bother yourself; you have enough to do. I will be taking care of him,” she said and then turned to the other two men. “Help me get him upstairs to his room.”

She could see Bepa shooting daggers at her out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t care. She would no longer let the woman treat her like dirt; she felt more decisive and in control and was no longer the scared little girl who first arrived here.

When they got upstairs, she had them put Dmitry on the bed and told them they could leave, walking them over to the door. “I don’t know what happened or how you allowed him to be shot, but it better not ever happen again,” she said, closing the door when they stepped out.

When the men stepped outside, Dennis looked at Craig and smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I like her, and I think she’s just what the boss needs.”

Craig nodded his head. “I like her too, and I agree with you. Maybe she will be able to tame the beast in him. Every man needs a good woman in their life, and it might make him less bitchy. Come on, let’s get something to drink. I feel like getting drunk and picking up a couple of broads.”

Dennis slapped Craig on the back. “Yes, let’s do it—it’s been one hell of a night.”