After releasing Roxanne’s hand that is still restrained with my belt, I nudge my head to the freestanding shower in our master bathroom. It was custom made to ensure I’d face no issues getting my head between my wife’s legs any time we shower together, which is almost every day. “Ass in the shower. I need to add to your wetness.”
Roxanne purrs like a little kitty when I backhand her greedy cunt to get across my point. She’s wet enough to take me now, back to back orgasms leave no doubt to that. But with it being summer and the temperature beyond fucking hot, I don’t want the friction buzzing between us to start an out of control wildfire.
I switch on the faucet, but I don’t bother twisting it to hot. Within seconds of me commanding for Roxanne to place one of her feet onto the hob in the shower and to grip the showerhead in a firm hold, she’ll be grateful for the coolness of the water, because I’m not about to drive home; I’m ready for my second helping.
“Dimi… ah… God… Fuck,” Roxanne mutters when I drop to my knees for the second time before forcing her thighs apart with my head. “It’s too much. It’s way too fucking much.”
Her screams echo off the tiled walls along with her moans when I work a third orgasm out of her in under thirty seconds. It’s not a new record for us, but for back to back orgasms, it very well could be.
After a second long lick up her convulsing cunt, I slowly make my way up her body. I kiss and caress every inch of her ravishing skin on my trek to her mouth, my pace only slowing to that of a turtle when I reach her stomach. As I cup the little pouch that should have announced she was pregnant without the need of a pregnancy test, I raise my eyes to Roxanne’s face.
Although she is smiling, her grin is unconvincing that not all the wetness on her cheeks is from the shower. She’s crying, but unlike the time she permanently cut her mother out of her life, these tears are happy ones.
“I love you, Dimitri Petretti,” she says loud enough for two blocks over to hear. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.”
I finish my climb, curl my hand around her face that’s so tiny, my palm swamps her cheek, then say, “As do I, Roxanne. As do fucking I.”
2
Roxanne
I wait for the stragglers of the meeting to make their way out of the boardroom before joining Dimitri at his desk. I’ve lived with Dimitri for over four years, birthed his son, raised his daughter as if she is my own, and am shockingly pregnant with his third child, yet half the men that just filled this space don’t know my name.
At the start, I was worried my lack of presence in Dimitri’s life would soon see me on the backfoot in all aspects of his life—both business and personal.
Dimitri soon showed me otherwise.
My face is not well-known, but I bring far more value to Dimitri’s life than the men paid to be at his side. I’m as valuable as Rocco and Smith, and at times, the only person capable of getting through to Dimitri when ghosts of his past resurrect to haunt him.
Today’s meeting wasn’t a standard meeting filled with discussions about distributions and asset management. A majority of it was taken up ruminating about a possible takeover bid by a Russian sanction that once held footholds in this area of Florida.
Dimitri’s brother, Nikolai, wasn’t mentioned during the meeting, but the groove nestled between Dimitri’s brows the past two hours reveals who his focus is on. He doesn’t want to believe Nikolai is responsible for the increase in Russian activity in Hopeton the past three months, but since they’re barely on speaking terms, he can’t straight up ask him if that is the case.
Dimitri and Nikolai don’t see eye to eye. Despite them sharing the same DNA, they were born to be rivals. It was evident when Nikolai arrived at Hopeton only months after Fien was released from captivity, and it was still evident when he stabbed his knife into the hand of one of Dimitri’s men at the Petretti compound where today’s meeting was held.
No one comes to our family home anymore. It’s a meeting place for friends and family, not men who’d cut Dimitri out of the equation in an instant if it pocketed them more money and they wouldn’t be killed for it within a nanosecond of it happening. Dimitri’s change-up was solely based on Nikolai’s first arrival in Hopeton.
He arrived on the scene the night I forced Dimitri to dominate me by using his jealousy against him. Rocco is always on hand to rile Dimitri, but even he was left stumped by Nikolai’s unexpected arrival. I was sprawled over Dimitri’s desk, being spanked as I desperately craved when Smith interrupted the fun as he had the night Dimitri claimed my virginity.
I’ve never been introduced to Nikolai, but it’s clear from the footage I’ve seen of him that he has a lot of similarities to his younger brother. He didn’t request permission to speak with Dimitri, he walked in like he owned the place, smirking when he realized what he had interrupted. I was dressed and walked to the door by the time he reached Dimitri’s office, but not even the anger pluming out of Dimitri could eradicate the sweet smell of sex lingering in the air. Furthermore, the chemistry that forever bristles between Dimitri and me is too explosive for a touch of anger to overtake it.
It’s lucky Nikolai mistook me as one of the women paid to entertain Dimitri’s ‘guests,’ or I could have seen their exchange ending a whole lot worse than it did. Leaving me unsatisfied already fueled Dimitri’s wish to kill. The only reason he held back was because Nikolai arrived bearing gifts. It wasn’t ‘India’s head’ as many prospectors before Nikolai arrived with in the hope of cashing in the massive bounty Dimitri placed on her head, but it was the next best thing.
The Dvořáks were aware of India’s plan to trap Dimitri. They paid the amount Dimitri’s father requested when he placed his son’s legacy up for auction, so they deserved to face the scalding of Dimitri’s wrath.
Shockingly, the burn was delivered by Nikolai.
He came to Hopeton knowing Dimitri was his brother, but he wasn’t here to make a claim to an entity he may mistakenly believe he has a right to rule. He wanted the payment Dimitri placed on the table when India begged her father to put a bounty on my head.
She hated the undeniable connection between Dimitri and me when we were strangers staring at each other like star-crossed lovers in an alleyway, so there was no way in hell she would ever watch it occur up close. She wanted me dead, and her father was more than willing to grant his only daughter’s every wish.
First, he funded Eddie’s campaign to seek revenge on my ‘infidelity,’ then he came to the plate for the second time with a bigger bat when even a man as ignorant as Dimitri’s father couldn’t miss the spark igniting between Dimitri and me.
Since Mr. Dvořák wasn’t brought in alive, Nikolai was only entitled to the fifteen-million-dollar payment Dimitri offered to bring the people behind the bounty on my head to justice. Fifteen million is a massive amount to people like Estelle and me, but to Nikolai it barely made an indent into the capital he required to dethrone his father as Dimitri did when his long-range shot had the accuracy of an Olympic marksman.
Dimitri took his father out with a single bullet to the heart. The only time he has gloated about his victory was when he arrived at our room a mere three minutes after Fien had fallen asleep. It was a glorious night full of orgasms, exchanges of power, and passionate words I thought would take years to leak from Dimitri’s mouth.