Guns & Roses

Tatiana

I woke up to the feeling of warmth crawling up my neck. When I forced my eyes open, I saw a mass of dark hair on my neck. Dimitri was peppering with me with open mouth kisses from my collarbones up to my neck and I can’t help but release a moan in pleasure.

“Good morning beautiful” Dimitri’s deep voice greeted me.

Recounting our wild escapade, heat automatically crawled up to my face, an evident blush that made Dimitri smirk out of triumph.

“H-Hi” I replied shyly. What was wrong with me? I was never this frazzled after one night stands.

“Come on mishka, let’s get you something to eat. You didn’t exactly have the chance to finish your soup” He said as he stood up and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I wonder who’s fault is that” I muttered to myself.

But I guess Dimitri heard because he started laughing out loud.

“Wouldn’t change it for the world my love” He said as he took hold of my hand and swiftly pulled me up, my other hand clinging to the blanket for dear life as I tried to cover up my nudeness.

“Dimitri!”

“Yes?” He asked innocently.

I tried to give him my meanest glare but just one look at this handsome creature in front of me melted my momentary anger. I huffed and rolled my eyes at him, searching for any clothing I can use.

Before I could find anything, Dimitri handed me one of his shirts that reached just above my knees and I quickly put it on as I muttered a thanks at him.

I found my bra behind the bed but I couldn’t spot my panties. Crawling on both fours, I swept my hair on the other side and searched underneath the bed squinting my eyes.

Suddenly, Dimitri’s jean clad legs disrupted my view. Looking up, I saw Dimitri sporting his usual smirk while dangling something on his forefinger. And that ‘something’ happened to be my underwear.

Clearing my throat, I stood up and dusted imaginary dust of off my shirt. Well his shirt. I reached for my underwear but Dimitri playfully pulled it away. As I tried to reach harder, the more higher he would pull it up.

“Ugh. Fine, keep it” I said nonchalantly. Although deep down I felt giddy that this mafia boss was showing a playful side I doubt he shows to others. It made me feel special.

“I intend to, mishka” he said winking at me. And I’ll be damned, that smirk was such huge turn on.

Concentrate Tatiana.

“Come on, let’s go to the kitchen” he said pulling my hand.

“What?!” I shouted. “Are you crazy? What if someone sees us!”

“So?”

“So? Are you actually serious right now?” I asked incredulous.

Dimitri suddenly hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his hard chest and leaned on my ear.

“I don’t care what they say mishka because you’re mine” he whispered gruffly. He stared into my eyes as did I. I saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes and maybe, just maybe, this may actually not be a one night stand.

Dimitri lead the way because his grip on my hands literally won’t budge. We reached the elevator and I was very nervous about someone seeing us like this.

Dimitri with only jeans and me... well, I’m a hot mess.

When the familiar ding of the elevator sounded, we both stepped out of it and I could feel myself tense. I wasn’t emotionally and intellectually capable of explaining all of this at the moment. I didn’t even know what we were.

Warm lips suddenly landed on my creased forehead.

“Stop worrying, the boys aren’t here” Dimitri said.

He guided me towards the bar stool on the kitchen Island as he bent over the drawers to search for something.

“Where are they?” I asked, as Dimitri stood straight, a medium black pot on his hands.

“They’re on their way to New York already” He answered as he filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove.

“Already?!”

“They need to take care of something so they went ahead. Our flight will be tonight” Dimitri said as he took hold of an apron he found and wore it on him.

Hot damn. Could this man get any more perfect?

Snapping out of my hormone-infused thoughts, I quickly looked away, trying to suppress the blush that’s threatening to come out.

“No need to be shy, this is all yours baby girl” He said smugly as he started on cooking. I grimaced at him even though deep down inside I melted at his words.

“Do you need help?” I asked as I stood up and went around the counter to peek from behind his shoulders. He was so tall and his shoulders were broad that I couldn’t see.

He turned around and grabbed me by the waist as I yelped in surprise and pulled me up to the marble counter a good distance from the stove.

“Just stay there and I’m all good” he smiled.

Seriously, what and who is this guy? I knew mafia men were ruthless and what more the mafia boss himself, but I can’t help fall for this side of him. My thoughts and feelings are a mess right now.

“What’s troubling you mishka?” He asked interrupting me from my thoughts.

“Just hungry” I replied, which isn’t totally a lie.

“Here taste this” Dimitri offered a spoon of some of the sauce. I tried to get the spoon from him but he insisted on handling the spoon. Giving up, I opened my mouth a bit but some of the sauce smudged on the side of my lips.

I was about to reach out to wipe the sauce using the back of my hand when Dimitri took hold of my hand as he kissed the part where the smudge was.

As he kissed the side of my lips, he centered on my lower lip and started kissing me. I responded to his kiss until a simple one turned to hot and steamy in seconds.

He stood in between my legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Biting his lower lip he groaned in desire and I could feel mine growing stronger by the second.

Dimitri suddenly pulled away as he rested his forehead on mine as we both caught our breaths.

“If we don’t stop now I don’t think I can hold myself back” he said looking straight at me.

His amount of self control astounds me. I could feel his hardness in between my thighs and yet he chose to give me an option.

“I think I need to get a cold sho-” he started saying but I crashed my lips on his, pouring my every intention on that kiss.

But before he could even respond, I jumped off of the counter and stood in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, I placed both of my hands on his naked chest and trailed them down to his abs and onto his jeans as Dimitri’s breathing hitched in response.

Hooking my fingers on his belt loops, I turned our positions so that he was the one leaning on the counter. Opening the button of his jeans, he raised an eyebrow at me as I winked at him in reply. Pulling down the zipper, I lowered his pants until his manhood was in full display. I was still staring right at his eyes until I lowered myself and kneeled on the floor. His eyes grew darker and became more dilated as I took hold of his entire length and slid my hand all over it. Breaking eye contact, I swiftly took in his whole length into my mouth as I felt Dimitri take hold of the counter top, his whole stance rigid.

“Fuck!”

Smiling at the effect I had on him, I started swirling my tongue around it, tilting my head up for more access. I was teasing him by doing it painfully slow but his hands went through my hair as he grabbed hold of it, and guided himself in my mouth.

I sped up my pace until I felt him throbbing, getting closer to releasing. He was moaning and grunting at the same time and it only urged me to continue, after a few more bobs and swirls, warm liquid suddenly filled my mouth, swallowing it, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as Dimitri was staring at me with lustful eyes. When I was about to stand up, a familiar voice suddenly came from the hallway.

“Boss!” Viktor’s loud voice sounded.

My eyed widened in surprise as I sat down on the floor and stood quietly still. Dimitri quickly pulled his pants up just in time before Viktor walks in.

Dimitri cleared his throat and snatched a quick glance toward my direction. Why do I keep on getting myself in this kinds of situations?

“Why the hell are you still here Viktor?” Dimitri’s authoritative voice sounded, irritation quite visible from it.

“Woah. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” Viktor said and I could clearly picture him raising both of his hands in surrender.

Looking up at Dimitri it was obvious he was not in the mood for jokes as he waited for Viktor’s answer.

“It’s the twins. They set me up on the wrong jet, those fucking idiots” Viktor explained. “Anyway, where’s my kroshka?” He asked.

“Yours?” Dimitri asked. Oh boy. He was gripping on to the counter, the veins on his muscles showing as I was momentarily distracted by it.

“Uh, yeah, Tatiana?” Viktor replied, unaware of Dimitri’s sudden change of mood.

“She isn’t yours, she’s fucking mine" Dimitri grunted, every word filled possessiveness. I slapped my forehead at his sudden revelation. I could feel the room filled with threats and testosterone. And the silence of the kitchen wasn’t assuring me at all.

“Finally!” Viktor shouted.

What?

“You can come out now kroshka” Viktor chuckled. Busted.

I slowly stood up from my hiding and I suddenly felt like a teen being caught. We’re grownups for fuck’s sake! But I felt like this... what we have right now is different.

“Did you guys actually think I wouldn’t catch up to your shenanigans” As Viktor pointed his finger on us. “Me? I’m the love doctor remember?” He said with his signature playboy smirk.

I sneaked a peek at Dimitri and it looks like he calmed down but the disappointment from being interrupted was still evident in his face so I bravely put my hand out onto his arm and gave him a small smile, he smiled back as we both heard an ‘aww’ from Viktor.

I rolled my eyes at him but it seemed Dimitri was in a better mood right now. I can’t wait until the other boys know about this. Not. It makes me want to dread our flight back to New York tonight.