Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(104)

“No, it doesn’t.” He looked out the window and frowned. “Rya has a different view on death than most people. I would say she is more practical about it. Her father was killed by a drunk driver who got off on a technicality, but a month later, the man who killed her father was found dead on the side of the road. I believe her people extracted their own justice.”

“It is good to know.” Ivan sighed. “I fear that my Gia is not so practical. She does not understand or like violence or death. Her mother was murdered, yet she is happier with her mother’s killer in jail than dead.”

“That’s not a bad thing. Gia has an innocence that we do not.”

“Good way of putting it.” Ivan gave him a small smile. “But my fiancée is not that innocent. She asked for my permission earlier to show Rya our dungeon.”

Dimitri’s cock twitched. “Really?”

“Yes. She asked me while I was fucking her. My Gia was in quite the mood after meeting your girl. Would you like to bet they are already there?”

Standing, Dimitri adjusted himself. “If they are not there already, they will be soon.”

With a laugh Ivan stood as well and clapped Dimitri on the back. “It is good to see you happy, my old friend.”

“I am always happy about two beautiful women playing together.”

“Yes, but that is not what I meant. You deserve to be happy. I am glad you finally found a woman worth fighting for.”





Chapter Twenty Two





Rya sat back in the comfortable, oversized padded deck chair then took a sip of her wine before smiling at Gia. “Nice place you have here.”

Laughing, Gia tucked her feet beneath her and turned to face Rya more fully. The elegant woman had changed from her green silk dress into a pair of worn jeans that fit her curvy butt perfectly along with a brown sweater that hung off of one shoulder. Right now she wore a thick cream shawl that set off the pearl and diamond studded gold choker wrapped around her graceful throat. A tiny gold medallion hung from the choker and Rya was pretty sure the piece of expensive jewelry was Gia’s collar.

Tucking a stray strand of her honey brown hair behind her ear, Gia gestured out to the moonlit with her wine glass. “Trust me, this is all Ivan. I could never have afforded this on my own.”

Rya tugged the blue shawl Gia loaned her around her shoulders. “It’s still beautiful.”

With a soft sigh Gia sat back. “It is. Ivan bought it so I could visit my family. I’ve been doing renovations on it for a little over a month now.”

“Are you a local?”

“Kind of. I grew up in Atlanta but moved to Myrtle Beach after I graduated.”

“What is it exactly that you do? I mean I know you’re an architect, but your job sounds different from any architect I’ve known.”

A smile of real pleasure curved Gia’s full lips and Rya tried to reel in her libido. Just because she was attracted to the other woman didn’t mean the feeling was reciprocated despite Gia’s flirting. She could just be trying to be friendly. Plus neither Ivan nor Dimitri had given them permission to play and Rya really didn’t want to start things off with Dimitri by going behind his back. That said, she really, really wanted to kiss Gia.

Setting her wine glass down, Gia pulled the shawl closer around her shoulders and turned to face Rya with a happy smile. “I restore old homes.”

“Wow, really? That’s so cool.”

Excitement filled Gia’s face. “Thank you. Right now I’m in the middle of restoring two town homes in Moscow for my future uncle…or would that be uncle-in-law? Either way, the town homes were built in the 1890s and they are amazingly beautiful, if totally neglected.”

“So you have a job in Russia?”

“Oh yeah. Ivan would be thrilled if I would just stay home and laze around all day like a pampered house pet, but I’d go nuts.”

“I hear you.” She let out a soft sigh. “I have no idea what I’ll do while I’m over there. I’d really like to continue my work as a hospice nurse, but I have no idea about what kind of license I would need, or if I’d have to learn Russian, or bunch of other shit.”

“Have you talked to Dimitri about it?”

“Not yet. We’ve kind of had other stuff going on.”

Gia was silent for a few moments, her unfocused gaze on the ocean. “Did you know I had no idea Ivan’s uncle, Petrov, is some kind of super Russian mob boss?”

“He is?”

“Oh yeah. I thought he was just Uncle Petrov, a nice older man who seemed to view me as some kind of surrogate daughter. It’s his town homes that I’m renovating.”