Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen by Nelson, S. (classic reads .txt) 📕

sounded like a good idea. He nodded. "Alright." He turned around to face his father.

Dmitry looked at his watch and stood up. "You know regardless of what happens tonight, I am very proud of you, and everything that I've done, I've done for you." His father stood to his full height, revealing the giant he was in stature and life. He gleamed with intelligence, power and success. It was his look that captivated the masses. It was his strength that dominated the underworld. He walked over his to son and placed his large hands on his shoulders. "If you don't learn anything else from me, I hope you've learned that I've always known what my priorities are."

"I know, Papa. And I appreciate it, from the bottom of my heart," Anatoly said. "Thieves-in-Law."

"Thieves-in-Law," Dmitry said as he let his son go. "Now, go on. Get to it. If God is willing, I'll see you at dawn." He hugged him tight.

"Damn. You're packing heavy, eh?" Anatoly observed feeling the large bulge under his fathers clothes.

Dmitry smiled and pointed at the door. The men standing at the door opened it and moved out the way as Anatoly headed out. Dmitry gave his lead man a nod as he watched his son leave.

* * *

Royal zipped up her long black gown and twisted it around on her body. Adjusting her cleavage, she pulled out the diamonds Dmitry bought her to cover up her scars, placed on her four-carat diamond earrings, slipped on her wedding ring and slipped her credit card and ID inside the corset of her dress.

She had just enough time today to purchase a gun in the raunchy hourly hotel she was holed up in almost an hour away from Downtown Sochi.

She had traded her watch and iPod for it. Totally worth it. She could hear the prostitutes working in every room around her and the smell of damp, mildewed walls nearly choked her, but she breathed it happily knowing that it was to save her family.

The filth and grime was like second skin to her. It was only a few short years ago that she was an orphan in the ghetto of Memphis getting banged around by men who only wanted to harm her. This was nothing. This was temporary. In fact, it fueled her tonight.

Face made up and heels on, she slipped the gun under her dress, dropped her backpack in the garbage can and headed out to meet her future.

* * *

Royal was right, Anatoly showed up like she said he would at Victoria's hotel door with what looked like a football team behind him of armed bodyguards. He came in alone, slipping through the door in a tuxedo and looking like a million dollars.

Her breath caught in her throat as he moved towards her. She didn't remember him looking quite so handsome. His eyes burned like fire through her, glimmered like blue waters against a white beach.

"I had to have you," he whispered in a husky growl. "Couldn't wait a second longer."

"Me either," she gasped. "Don't ruin the dress though."

"Fuck the dress."

Slipping his hand behind her head, he pulled her into his kiss—sweet and intoxicating. She could not deny it. In fact, she longed for it, although it had only been a day. She wrapped her arms around him and felt him pick her up as he bruised her mouth with his lips.

Carrying her to the bed in his arms, he had a sly grin on his face. Devious mischief was on his mind. He threw her on the bed and pulled off his jacket, revealing shiny silver guns in their forbidden holsters.

She pulled her dress up to her hips as he reached for her panties. He pulled them off slowly, drinking her body through his eyes. He kissed the folds of her long legs down to her black heels and dropped his pants.

Knees in the bed, he skipped the condom and fell down into the depths of her warmness. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Back arched, she felt his cold hands slip behind her and pull her to him. He wanted to feel every part of her body against him.

He grunted as he pushed through her with hard, powerful thrusts. His voice was a rumbling growl as he felt her wet flesh tightened around him. Breathing through her nose, eyeing him as he devoured her, she gripped his firm ass and licked his smooth neck. He bit her, leaving a mark on her shoulder.

A strangled scream erupted as he slipped a hand in between her legs and found her pearl. He brushed against it making her body throb from within. Her body was on fire, burning as he speared into her with eager jolts of lava-like lust. He begged for more as he searched her, probed her body as sensations of climatic eruptions began. Suddenly, she hoped this wouldn't be a quickie.

Chapter 21

Victoria's job was the first wave of the deal. After she had freshened up, she headed out of the hotel with a small entourage behind her. For once, she could understand the haughtiness that Royal picked up living this kind of lifestyle.

All eyes were on her as she walked in a convoy of good-looking, well-dressed mafiya men, escorting her through the crowd to the limo awaiting her at the door. She had an adrenaline high before she made to the lobby.

People moved out of her way as she passed. They looked curiously. She could see them whispering to their friends. "Who is that? Is she famous?" She could hear them say. Yeah, bitches, I am, she thought to herself. A small grin crossed her glossed lips as she lifted her head little higher.

Two motorcycles led the limo and two followed it. She sat back in her seat as her heartbeat raced with excitement.

Her thoughts