Dmitry's Closet by Nelson, S. (read people like a book .txt) 📕

Quickly, Ivan headed up the back stairwell to the second floor of the house, memorizing the layout of the home. He checked each door, all left unlocked. Looking in, making note of each room, he made his way down the long hallway to the master bedroom.

When he arrived at it, he looked back. There was a giddy thump of his dark heart. His long hand grasped the crystal doorknob and turned it slowly. He just wanted to see where they slept, where his relentless brother rested. Even lions had a den.

The door opened without a sound,and the light from the hallway glittered in over Royal’s naked body. He looked on hungry. She was asleep, thus vulnerable. A devilish smile crossed his lips. He opened the door a little more. She was so long, so shapely. His heart began to race. If he only had the time, he would do it now. Do her. But the clock was ticking.

Crossing the threshold, he walked up closer to her. He had to get a better look. Her body slumbered with her back towards the door, still glistening with water. Her long hair fanned the pillow. The brown tips of her swelled breasts sat up invitingly.

He walked up to the bed, hidden in the shadows of the room and stood over her, thinking of what he would do to her soon. For a moment, he was tempted to run his finger down the curve of her body, but he decided against it. If she woke up and screamed, he would have to snap her neck. That would ruin all of his plans. He finally looked over at the clock and crept back out, making sure to close the door behind him.

When Ivan made it near middle way of the hallway, hesaw Anatoly approaching. He stopped in his tracks and spread his arms wide.

“This is very, very nice house my brother has, eh?”

Anatoly looked down the hallway at Royal’s closed door.

“What the fuck are you doing up here?” Anatoly asked, reaching for his gun.

“Relax. I just wanted to see his property. You know, he’s never invited me over. Me. His own brother. It’s no harm in looking right?” He walked towards Anatoly with a cocky swagger, a smug grin on his face. “Looking at all that he has acquired has made me realize that I must strive for more.”

“Strive for getting your ass downstairs with the others,” Anatoly said, motioning at the back stairwell.

As Ivan headed back to the men, Anatoly went to the master bedroom door and opened it. He saw Royal lying there – still breathing most importantly. Quickly, he closed the door and shook his head in disgust. Ivan had seen her. He was sure of it.

Chapter 14

Dawn emerged from the horizon, casting a small trans-lucent glow into Dmitry’s bedroom. Unable to sleep, he laid in the bed looking at the fireplace and listening to the crackling of the embers thinking of all that was required of him this day.

Royal lay curled under him, wrapped in his embrace, asleep and protected. He raised her chin to see her glowing face. She barely moved but smiled as she dreamed. He rubbed her chin softly and kissed her forehead. Finally, carefully, he pulled his large body away from her satin-like naked skin. It was becoming harder and harder to do.

Every morning, when he woke, she was there faithfully with him. Where he used to jump up and seize every day, now, he only longed to be with her – his perfect Royal Flush.

Tucking the silk silver sheets around Royal’s body, Dmitry stood naked by the side of the bed watching her sleep. Had he the time, he would wake her in his usual fashion, with soft kisses,massaging her long, voluptuous body, urging her to make love to him so that he could start his day. But she looked so comfortable that he decided to leave her there, unbothered until the alarm sounded for her own day to start.

Turning from Royal, he headed to the shower. As he turned, Royal’s eyes opened,and she watched him quietly walk towards the bathroom door. His long, muscular body always fascinated her. She wanted to reach out to him and call him back, but she held her silence.

Instead she took a long deep breath of his pillow that smelled of his cologne and turned back into the softness of the bed to rest.

Royal must have dosed off for quite awhile, because when she awoke again the alarm was sounding. She reached over to the night stand and hit the blaring machine. She laid her head back down on the pillow and watched Dmitry walk towards the bed, fully dressed. He smiled at her, and she sat up a little, covering her body with the sheet.

“Good morning,” she said, waving as she clutched the sheets.

“You slept well, dah?” Dmitry asked, standing at the foot of the bed, smiling back at her.

“Yep,” Royal said, stretching her long body. She yawned. “You’re off mighty early.”

“There is a lot to do.” Dmitry pulled the comforter from the bed and grabbed a hold of the sheet. Pulling it down to him slowly, he watched Royal’s body revealed. He swallowed hard as he looked at her.

She lay with her elbows planted firmly into the mattress, her long legs crossed at the ankles and breasts exposed. Dmitry was silent, only talking to her through the sensual look in his eyes. He pulled the cover to the ground and reached out for her ankles. Pulling her body to him, he heard her giggle. He opened her legs and lay in between them, kissing a trail from her ear down to her neck.

“I should brush my teeth,” she said, trying to cover her mouth.

“You taste wonderful,” he said, pulling her hands away. He could feel her body coming alive with every kiss. She moaned a little, causing a stir in his pants. He kissed her shoulder softly then shifted his focus to