Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(114)

What a wonderful, thoughtful man.

Rubbing her hand over the cream microsuede couch, she wandered over to the floor to ceiling windows looking out over Moscow. It was still early morning, Moscow time, and she stared in fascination at all the people moving about on the streets below. Dimitri joined her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers.

“Do you like it?”

“Dimitri, I’d be excited to live in a shack as long as you were with me, but I won’t lie, this is pretty awesome.”

He laughed, the first time she’d heard him do that since they landed in Russia, and hugged her close. “I am glad.”

They stood there together, watching the world pass by at their feet, until her stomach growled. She’d nibbled on the plane ride from Paris, but her nerves had been wound too tight to eat much. Part of her had expected some kind of mafia war to break out the moment they touched down in the airport, but nothing had happened other than the photographer and she was slowly starting to relax. The insane security certainly helped. Dimitri was so paranoid that Maks and another bodyguard each had a room here in the palatial apartment. There was also a command center and a safe room on both floors. Dimitri was taking no chances with her safety and it kind of freaked her out.

The constant reminder that they would never be alone was sinking in and she was kind of bummed she wouldn’t be able to ever relax in her home. Not that she was a nudist, but sometimes she like to lounge around naked. It was comfortable. But not something she’d do with a freaking bodyguard chilling nearby or cameras watching her. Urk. She would keep her exhibitionist tendencies to the bedroom, not in front of men trying to keep her alive. And Maks was scary; even though he was gorgeous, he was intense.

Tawny would love him.

The thought of her best friend made her sigh and Dimitri turned her around to face him. “Why sad?”

She blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry. I just miss my family, my friends. I’ve never been away from them for more than six months. And never so far. I mean…I’m sorry, ignore me. I’m jet lagged and just talking crazy.”

“You are scared.”

For a moment she thought about lying, then shook her head. “Yeah, I’m scared.”

“Then it is my job to make sure you are no longer fearful.”

Unable to help it, she snorted. “Just like that you’ll make me not scared anymore?”

“Yes.”

The utter confidence in his voice made something tingle low in her belly. Stupid hormones. “How?”

He ran his fingers through her hair and fisted his hand hard enough to make her scalp sting. “I am your Master. It is privilege to care for you and to protect you. Trust me, Rya, no one will dare incur my wrath. It would be a slaughter and they understand that. I would destroy nations if you were harmed.”

A cramp hit her stomach as she stared up at him, not sure if she was horrified or comforted. “Please, please don’t kill any innocents, no more killing each other’s women. Promise me.”

He slowly shook his head. “Some would say there are no innocents.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Promise me you won’t kill any innocent women or children whose only crime is being born into a war, or in my case loving their man.”

Moving slowly, he held her hands in his and lifted them to his mouth, brushing his lips over her skin in a delicious stroke that tempted her to just let go and let Dimitri take care of her. He was so very, very good at bringing her pleasure and the idea of just being in his arms for the rest of the day sounded perfect. The thought of spending some time in subspace was beyond tempting; the ability to lose herself in him was a drug she craved. She wanted to surround herself with his will, to do whatever he wanted because she trusted him.

He loved her.

“Master?”

Heat flared in his gaze but his face was expressionless as he said, “Yes?”

“Will you please take care of me?”

Closing his eyes, Dimitri knelt before her and rubbed his face against her breasts. “Dorogaya, I live to take care of you. Is my greatest pleasure. We do not need words to understand each other’s souls, only us, touching, caressing, loving each other.”

She sifted her fingers through his hair, loving the way the sunlight brought out the deep auburn highlights. “Are we alone? I mean can I get naked right now without worrying about someone seeing me?”

“You want privacy, yes?”

“I do.”

“One moment.”

He took out his cellphone and said a few things in Russian before hanging up. “We will not be disturbed and cameras are off here. Show me your beautiful body. Show me what is mine.”