“I do. I will not lie, I want you, but I do not go where I am not invited.”
She licked her lower lip and glanced over her shoulder at Katya, then back to Dimitri. “Ask her if she would like to stay.”
He did and Katya smiled at him then said in Russian, “Does she wish for you to join us?”
When he relayed the message to Katya he was surprised by the flash of jealousy on Rya’s face. “No.”
Wanting to know if she was jealous because she didn’t want to share Katya, or if it was because she didn’t want to share him, he asked, “Do you find me not good looking?”
She laughed, the warm sound racing through his blood and landing in his heart. “Oh, Dimitri, I think you know you’re extremely lumberjack-hot.”
“What does that mean?”
A pretty blush painted her cheeks. He loved how easy it was for him to make her blush. “It means I find you very attractive in a…masculine way. But I think your ego already knows this.”
Before he could respond, she turned and took Katya’s hand, tugging her over to Dimitri’s large bed. His room was done in shades of blue and silver, giving it a cool, clean feel that he enjoyed. Except there was nothing cool about watching Rya saunter across the room, her delicate golden fingers wrapped around Katya’s pale ones. When she turned and smiled at Katya he found himself wanting her to smile at him, and only him, like that.
Disconcerted by his odd, possessive feelings he strode across the room and shut the curtains on the windows. True, his room was on the second floor and no one could see into it easily, but he didn’t like the idea of anyone he didn’t trust witnessing Rya’s passion. He didn’t view women as a threat because most of the women he knew enjoyed playing with other women, even loved them, but not like they loved their men.
That thought made him clench his hands into fists, digging his nails into his calloused palms. No, he would not think about love. It was absolutely forbidden, eliminated from his life until his father died and a deal could be struck with the top six Bratva families to ensure the safety of any woman he dared to cherish. A hard cramp gripped his gut as memories tried to surface, but he ruthlessly suppressed them. Mourning would do no good; it would not fill the hole in his heart and soul. According to his father, only revenge would do that, but Dimitri and his brother Alex wanted more than revenge for the next generation, they wanted to give them a chance at life. So he needed to quash these unusually tender feelings he had for Rya and view her as nothing more than one of his kept women.
With that thought, he turned around and swore softly.
The women had pulled the cover back, and slipped beneath the white sheets. They were two lumps beneath the cloth, indistinct shapes that he could barely make out and certainly not the fully exposed flesh he’d been hoping for. As he stared at the bed he couldn’t help but laugh, and giggles answered him from beneath the sheets.
“Rya,” he said in a chiding voice, “you are a naughty woman to tease a man so.”
More giggles, followed by a soft moan. Shaking his head, he pulled over a comfortable padded blue chair from the small sitting area and placed it next to the bed. Not close enough that he would be intruding on them, but close enough that he could make out their shapes better. His imagination went wild as he tried to figure out what they were doing, the lack of a clear visual somehow making it more exciting. He was forced to pay attention to their sighs and sexy whimpers.
After watching for a few moments he was able to tell the difference between who was on top and who was beneath. Katya’s body was more slender while Rya’s lush form made his hands itch to grab her, to sink his hands into all that softness and squeeze. He loved a curvy woman and Rya was perfectly proportioned. Right now, her ass was pressed up in the air while he was pretty sure her face was buried between Katya’s legs.
Dimitri loved eating pussy, loved it, and his mouth salivated as he imagined licking at Rya’s cunt while she ate Katya. Judging by the sounds Katya was making, Rya was very, very good at pleasing a woman. He wondered what her technique was, and more importantly, what she liked. Katya was soon calling out for Rya to please suck her clit, to make her come, so he relayed that information.
“Rya, she is begging for you to take her clit between your pretty lips and gently suckle her. To make her come.”
The movement on the bed stopped for a moment and Rya said, “I bet she is.”
Leaning back in his chair, he grinned as Rya continued to torment Katya, from the sounds of it driving the other woman almost to orgasm, then pulling back. After ten minutes of this—he timed them—she finally gave the other woman the release she was craving. Katya’s screams of pleasure made his cock ache. If he’d been a lesser man, he would have torn the sheet back and impaled Rya, fucking her until she was screaming like that for him.