Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(42)
“Well, since my step-dad would have cut the dick off of any biker that so much as looked at me, I’ve always dated citizens, I mean guys that aren’t affiliated with an MC. I have to hide a big part of my life from them. They only know me as Rya, the nurse.” She sighed and her fingertips pressed lightly against his shaft. “It’s nice being with someone that doesn’t think I’m white trash because of my family.”
“What is that?”
“It’s slang for people that are considered low class. Like they’re garbage.”
“Who calls you such things? I will make them hurt and they will never disrespect you again.”
She squeezed his cock, effectively cutting off his anger and turning it to hunger. “Easy there, volk moy, I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. That word used to hurt me when I was a kid, but not anymore. I know who I am. I know who my people are and while they’ll never be attending galas or going to the country club, they’re still good people and that’s what matters. At the end of the day, manners and knowing which fork to use don’t mean shit, but having someone who will have your back no matter what? Who considers you family and is always there for you? That’s what’s important.”
Emotions entirely foreign to him made his chest ache and he grappled with how to tell Rya how much her words resonated with him, and reflected his view of the Bratva. The criminal empire that he was a part of was his family, and while there were those he didn’t trust, the men he surrounded himself with had proven over and over again that they were loyal to him. They were tattooed from their time in prison, many bearing visible scars, all dangerous men. Everywhere they went, people stared at them, feared them, but like Rya said, they had his back no matter what.
They rode in companionable silence, and when he saw the sign for Sedona, he said, “We will be there soon.”
She bounced against his back, her earlier enthusiasm returning. That was one of the things he liked about her, no matter what they talked about, she always managed to return to her normal state of joy. “Ohhh, I’ve always wanted to go to Sedona. Damn, Dimitri, you’re just knocking things off my list of shit to do before I die left and right.”
He tensed. “I do not like you talking of dying.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” She gripped his cock and he clenched his teeth at the wonderful torture of her small hand. “We’re alive right now and that’s what matters. Live in the moment, Dimitri, because you never know how fleeting it could be.”
She continued to massage him and he debated increasing their speed to reach the resort sooner, but he didn’t want to endanger his precious cargo. With a soft, almost purring sound she played with him and took obvious pleasure in touching him, straining his self-control and making him desperate for her. The memory of her lush little body beneath his, her passion, and the taste of her on his tongue drove him wild.
Soon they reached the entrance to the resort and he pulled up front. The valet approached them with a smile. “Welcome, Mr. Novikov, we’ve been expecting you.”
Rya held his hand as they walked through the foyer of the resort, decorated in the American southwest style, her beautiful eyes wide and her soft lips slightly parted as she took in the Native American artwork scattered about the foyer. “Wow, Dimitri, you don’t do things half-assed.”
“I do not understand.”
She looked up at him with an almost shy smile that he found amusing, considering she’d been playing with his cock for the last twenty minutes. “I just mean this place is amazing.”
He looked around the resort with its beige walls, vibrant art, and luxury, then shrugged. “If it please you, it please me. Come. I have a place for us I think you like.”
They made their way through the resort, following the staff member who pointed out all the amenities available to them. The only thing that caught his interest was the spa because he wanted to send Rya there. Then again, the thought of anyone but him touching her made his teeth clench. He finally understood how men could become so possessive of their women. The irony that the one woman he could never have was the one he wanted more than anything on earth was not lost on him.
They reached their private adobe villa with its view of the enormous, layered red tinged sandstone cliffs. The sun would be setting soon and he hoped his assistant had arranged the things he’d requested. They entered their suite and Rya let out a soft gasp. The staff member soon left them alone, and Dimitri watched as Rya wandered around the large space.
She slowly moved over to the seating area, a grouping of couches made of dark brown distressed leather before a fireplace tucked into the cream plaster walls. The ceiling overhead consisted of exposed wood beams and art of a style he hadn’t seen before hung on the walls. Above the fireplace hung a large blanket that had geometric shapes woven into it similar to traditional Mongolian woven blankets.