Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(63)

Memories of him kissing and being pawed at by those three submissives raced through her head. She curled into a ball of misery, wishing she was home and had never met Dimitri, and most of all, wishing she could really hate him like she said.



They rode back to the lodge in separate cars. Tusya and Katya met her at the entrance to the lodge. Dusk had fallen and the lights of the mansion burned behind them. Tusya looked handsome as ever with his carefully styled blond hair and superb bone structure, but she felt nothing for him as he helped her from the SUV. Katya gave her a hug and a brief kiss as Rya watched Tusya speak in Russian to the men with her luggage.

He came back over to her side and swept her up into his arms, burying his face against her neck as he said, “Act happy to see me. You will be coming to my room. Your room has been bugged.”

For a moment she just froze, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered back, “What the hell is going on?”

“Inside, I will explain. Now, look happy to see us.”

He let her slide down his body and she was pretty sure his hard cock was happy to see her, but she managed to plaster on a smile as she gave him a brief kiss. Because she didn’t want any man touching her right now, she laced her fingers with Katya and held her hand before giving her a much warmer kiss than the one she bestowed on Tusya. Today Katya wore a pair of dark jeans that fit her perfectly with a soft mint green silk blouse. Though she gave Rya a bright smile, she couldn’t hide the worry in her eyes.

They took Rya through the lodge, but before they could reach the wing of the lodge where Tusya had his room, a tall man with dark hair and thick lips stepped into their path. He wore a pair of tan pants with a white dress shirt, but everything about him screamed thug. Rya gave him a quick glance before turning back to Tusya. She was shocked to see the quiet, gentle Russian Master she knew had disappeared, replaced by a cold, menacing man as he glared with open malice at the man blocking their path.

The dark haired man stared at Rya until Tusya stepped in front of her, slightly to the side. “My submissive is not available to you, Borya.”

Rya caught a glimpse of the man’s hands as he gestured in her direction. He had some kind of odd tattoos across his knuckles and where his shirt pulled up she could see more tattoos. There was even one on his neck of a dagger going through his flesh. Despite the nice clothes, his demeanor screamed thug. Borya had dark brown eyes, and when they locked on her she felt like he could see into her soul.

The man said something in Russian and Tusya replied. They argued for a few minutes, and whatever they were saying was scaring Katya. Her hand trembled in Rya’s grasp and she pulled the girl into her embrace, giving Katya a kiss on the cheek while trying to soothe her. The men abruptly stopped arguing and watched her with Katya. For a moment Borya examined her and she couldn’t help glaring back at him. Borya shrugged and moved out of the way after a few more words with Tusya.

Snapping his fingers at them, Tusya led the women into his room. Once the door was shut he began to say something in Russian that didn’t sound complimentary. Her bags were delivered a moment later. Once they were alone again in Tusya’s sumptuous gold and green suite on the second floor of the lodge she let go of Katya’s hand and moved to Tusya.

“What the hell is going on?”

He ran his hand through his hair, but Katya came to his side and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head against his chest, obviously comforting the man.

Blowing out a harsh breath, Tusya hugged the small woman back and looked at Rya. “It would have been better if you stayed with me.”

Of that she had no doubt, but she wasn’t sure why he thought that. “Tusya, who bugged my room? How do you know it’s bugged?”

“Do you know what the Bratva is?”

“Yes. And before you ask, I did an internet search on Dimitri so I know about his family.”

“You know he is a powerful man in the Novikov Bratva, yes?”

“I do. Who was that guy who stopped us in the hallway? Is he in the Bratva?”

“Yes. A rival family to the Novikov. Borya is high rank. One phone call and it would bring you big trouble.” He took a seat in one of the gold velvet chairs near the fireplace. “Sit. Katya, please get coffee for us.”

After giving both Rya and Tusya a worried look, she left.

Tusya turned to her, his deep blue gaze intent on her. “You are in danger. That man, Borya, is an enforcer for another Bratva, a bad one where they have no respect for women.”

“Wait, why is Dimitri traveling with an enemy? If they are rivals, why are they both here?”

“Is political, like everything else. Important, powerful men and women are part of the European delegation. There is much…bonding that goes on during BDSM play and Dimitri would be a fool to allow the other Bratvas an advantage like this trip without him being here to solidify his own allegiances.”