Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(82)
“Until my father die.”
“Why? What’s so important about his death?”
Slipping from her body, he sighed and rolled them over so she was draped over him. The softness of her full curves cushioning him was heaven on earth. “He is…insane.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Okay. Insane how?”
“He is on medication for—what is word in English—for believing things that are not real are real. He sees enemies where there are none, thinks there are plots against him if he goes off his medication.”
“Sounds like he’s psychotic.”
“I do not know if is right word, but when he is not on his medication he has done terrible things.”
“Like what?”
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and blew out a harsh breath. “Terrible. Fortunately he has been good with his medication for last four years, but before that there was an episode where someone switch his pills, make him take fake pills. Before my father was stopped he…I cannot talk about it, but was bad. Right now, he is very sick and not expected to live more than another year.”
Rya made a soothing noise and began to stroke his chest, running her finger along the deep divide between his pectoral muscles. “What’s he sick with?”
“He is old man, in his nineties, and he has several types of cancers.”
“Oh, Dimitri, I’m so sorry.”
Opening his eyes, he looked up at her. “Do not feel sorry. He is monster.”
“Yes, but he’s still your father.”
Not liking the pang of guilt and sorrow mixing with his anger, he shook his head. “Do not give him sympathy.”
“I’m not sad for him, Dimitri, I’m sad for you.”
“Rya…” he tried to think of how to explain just how evil his father is, but right now he didn’t want to burden her with the history of his family.
She leaned down and kissed him, a soft, gentle stroke of her lips that made his cock start to fill with blood again. While he’d always had good recovery time, and enjoyed sex, it was like fulfilling a physical need akin to eating if he was hungry. With Rya, he was constantly starving, and he wanted to gorge himself on her affection.
“I’ll wait for you,” she whispered against his lips.
“Will not be forever,” he whispered back. “But will take time. If you find someone else to love, I will understand. I will hate him for all eternity, but I will understand.”
She nipped his lower lip hard enough to sting. “As if anyone could replace you. I don’t think you understand how deeply you’ve embedded yourself in my heart. I’ll wait for you, but if you find someone else please let me know.”
“There is no one else for me, Rya. You are my woman. Mine.” The last word came out with a growl and she giggled.
“You’re mine too, Dimitri. Volk moy.”
They made love three more times and by the time dawn started to break over the horizon he was physically and emotionally exhausted. Rya slept in his arms, having passed out after their last round of sex, and he stared down at her, trying to memorize every inch of her. Everything about her, from her golden skin to her tiny fingers, was perfect. Dressed in his shirt, she cuddled against him and slept like an innocent. Without a doubt she’d ruined him for all other women and he desperately tried to think of a way to bring her home with him now, but he would not risk her life.
He loved her too much.
With great reluctance he removed himself from her arms and his chest felt like someone had kicked him as she rolled over in her sleep and reached for him. It felt like he was dying as he got dressed and gathered his things, like he’d been poisoned and it was eating away at his body inch by inch. As he stood staring at Rya’s sleeping form he wondered if this was how Alex felt, and how his brother possibly managed to maintain his sanity. At least Dimitri would know Rya was out there, somewhere in the world, alive, waiting for him. He wanted to hit something, to destroy the opulent room around him at the thought of someone else earning her love, but at the same time he didn’t want her to be alone.
He debated saying goodbye to her, but if he saw her crying it would only make things worse. Better for a clean break. With that in mind, he quietly left the room and resumed his cold, ruthless mask, slipping back into the darkness that lived inside of him. The thought of never seeing her again was too painful, and as he made his way to where the helicopter idled—ready to take him, his brother, and Ilyena to the private jet waiting for them—he started to make a list of the things he would need to start on once he returned home. He didn’t care if he had to fight a thousand wars, or kill the Devil himself, he was going to move heaven and earth to bring Rya back to Russia to be with him where she belonged.