She narrowed her lovely eyes at him. “Thank you for lending me your room, but it is too far crowded for my taste.”
Tusya watched this exchange with a small smirk while Katya stared at Rya as if she’d lost her mind. “Rya, I did not know they were coming.”
“Like I said, it’s none of my business whose throat you stick your tongue down. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to have lunch.”
That fucking bastard Tusya shut the door in Dimitri’s face, and for a moment, he was tempted to kick it down. He’d never before had to deal with a woman who cared that he had sex with other women as long as he continued to have sex with her. Monogamy was too much like a relationship and he did not do relationships, yet the hurt on Rya’s face when the submissives started kissing and fondling him upset him as well.
For a long moment he stared at the closed door, then turned away and tried to figure out why the thought of going back to the dungeon and fucking beautiful women no longer appealed to him.
Chapter Four
Dimitri sat in the chair still facing the bed in his room, staring at the rumpled sheets of his bed. Stefan had texted him that he had some interesting information on Rya and now Dimitri waited for his call with his mind totally occupied by the little American submissive. He still couldn’t believe she’d dismissed him like that. Then again, he was almost ashamed to admit that it had been a long, long time since he’d considered the feelings of the women he kept as company, and letting the other woman touch him after the moment he’d shared with Rya was in poor taste.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to treat a woman; he always treated his friends’ submissives well. He pampered them and made sure they knew he appreciated being allowed to join them in the bedroom and dungeon. Not because he wanted to take them from his friends, though he was often a third in the bedroom with them, but because he could safely care for those women. He could give them affection without having to worry that they would be killed. He could care for them and give them pleasure without worrying that they might fall in love with him. Or at least, he tried. He’d made the mistake early on of allowing a few women to care too much, causing the breakup of relationships when the women left their men for Dimitri, only to learn that he had no interest in them on their own.
Now, he made sure to keep the boundaries firmly in place, only allowing himself to care for a few of his friend’s wives and submissives. People like his friend Nico and his wife Catrin. They loved each other deeply and Dimitri never had to worry that Catrin would want anything more from him than fun and friendship. More importantly, they both knew his situation and were well aware of the consequences of his loving someone. The main reason he enjoyed being with married couples was so that he could feel cared for, even if it was just for a moment. Pathetic, he knew, but the older he got, the more the reality of his life chafed.
Swearing at himself for being a fool, he stood and began to pace, anger replacing the dangerous longing. How could such a brief amount of time with a woman he barely knew upset him this much? Why was it that she seemed like a catalyst that set his heart into motion, which made him want…more? It was bullshit, he should go join Alex and fuck the women until he passed out, but his dick didn’t even twitch at the thought of seven beautiful submissives eager to please him. It was almost like they were fake, sex dolls that he would use to masturbate while Rya was a real, warm, soft woman.
He could still taste her kiss.
His phone rang and he answered it as soon as he saw Stefan’s name. “What did you find out?”
“Rya Marie DeLuca, twenty-six years old from Buffalo, New York. Never married, no known criminal record, decent credit score, and well educated.”
These all sounded like normal things, nothing that would have caused Stefan to say he had a surprise. “And? She sounds like a typical woman.”
“She is, but her family is not.”
Tired of Stefan beating around the bush, Dimitri growled out, “Get to the point.”
“Rya’s mother is married to the current vice-president of the Ice Demons Motorcycle Club, New York chapter.”
He frowned, Rya had mentioned something about a club then closed down. “What does that mean?”
“In the United States, some of these motorcycle clubs are criminal organizations. They are like Bratva, but different. Still organized crime, but more about freedom and money than seeking social status or political control of cities.”
“Are you telling me Rya is like the daughter of a Bratva lord?”
“Yes and no.” Stefan sighed. “From what I was able to gather the Ice Demons MC deals mostly in drugs, with some gun running, and prostitution on the side. They own a couple of strip clubs, repair shops, and several other legitimate business, and they have alliances with other MC groups.”