Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen (5 page)

"No imposition at all," Victoria walked over to the happy pair. She could not resist either. "Anya has been a wonderful student." She reached up and rubbed Anya's arm. "We're having so much fun together."

They made eye contact, and Dmitry realized that maybe he should not have intruded after all. There was a sexual energy between them that he hadn't felt since Royal dismissed him. He recognized it right away.

"I'm glad that you two are getting along. Anya seems happy and so daddy is happy," he looked at his daughter.

"We can't have you unhappy, now can we?" Victoria knew what she was doing, baiting him.

Dmitry raised his brow. Was she serious? "Well, I had better let you all get back to your lesson," he sat Anya down. Looking down at the young woman, he smiled politely. "You two have a good day." His eyes sparkled.

Her heart skipped two beats. "We were actually about to go to lunch," Victoria said anxiously. She took Anya's hand. "So we can walk with you, if you're going our way."

Dmitry instantly felt that even being around Victoria would create a problem between him and Royal, but he couldn't spend the entire year avoiding the woman when he had no intention of pursuing her.

"Will you walk with us to the great room, Daddy?" his daughter begged, pulling at his sweat pants. "
Pleeeeeease
."

"
Da Da
, I walk with you, angel," he said, stepping out of the way so that the two women could pass him.

As they walked down the long corridor to the great room, Anya skipped ahead of them singing while he and Victoria followed.

Pulling her hair behind her ear, Victoria smiled and sighed. "This has really been a wonderful experience, Mr. Medlov. Thank you so much for choosing me."

"Thank you for choosing us, Victoria. Anya seems really happy. And please, call me Dmitry." He slipped his hands in his pockets and tried not to look her way.

"Alright," she blushed again. Even though it was apparent that he had just worked out, his cologne floated down to her nose. She took in a deep breath and changed the subject. "I hope that Mrs. Medlov has had enjoyed me being here as well."

Dmitry smirked and looked up at the vaulted ceiling. "I'm sure she has," he said, biting his lip as he lied. "Mrs. Medlov has been under a lot of stress, so you'll have to excuse her if she's ever short with you."

"Oh, she's always really nice." Lie. "Being the overseer of a place like this is a big chore in itself, I imagine. But she does a very good job."

Victoria knew that giving his wife compliments would only make him more comfortable to be around her. And she needed him to relax in order for her plan to work. He was always so tense and alert.
Let your guard down
, she begged inwardly.

"Umm, she does work hard," Dmitry agreed. His mind was already back on his wife at just the mention of her name. "When we came to Prague, this chateau was abandoned, and we were actually living in the city in a new loft that had recently been built. But Royal wanted to move to the countryside and raise Anya out here, where things are more peaceful. So, I bought this chateau from a friend, and she immediately started to renovate it. She's been working hard in it ever since."

"Well, it's very impressive." Victoria smirked to herself. She would have never guessed
that
woman ever raised finger to do anything except give someone an order.

There was silence as they walked beside each other. Dmitry thought again of Royal and her hard work, while Victoria relished in being near him.

"What… um, if you don't mind me asking, what is Mrs. Medlov's first name?"

Dmitry looked over at her and paused. "Chloe," he said finally. "But I am sure that she would prefer Mistress Medlov."

"Oh, I sort of figured that. I just wondered. No one calls her by her first name here. I've never even really heard you say it."

Dmitry gave no explanation.

They stopped at the door of the great room, and Victoria turned and looked up at him.

"Sure you don't want to have lunch with us? Were having peanut butter and jelly," she asked, fluttering her eyebrows. She moved in a little closer but not close enough to be considered intimate. She looked at his chest, wondering what it must feel like to touch it, to touch him.

"As much as I love
peanut butter and jelly
, I better pass," he said, holding on to the towel around his neck.

"Going once, going twice… "

"I think that he said no," Royal said, walking out of the room with a tray clinched in her hands. Eyebrows spiked, she peered at the woman.

Victoria jumped, startled at her presence. The maid normally delivered lunch, but it appeared that the mistress of the house had chosen to serve her daughter today.

In a pair of dirty jeans, a grey flannel shirt and work boots, Royal walked out into the hallway and roughly passed the silver serving tray to Victoria.

"Mrs. Medlov, I thought that you were out in your garden. I would have invited you as well," Victoria said quickly.

"
Was
in the garden," Royal sneered. "I figured that I would fix you both lunch to thank you for a job well done. So, you had better go enjoy it before it gets cold," she ordered, turning her stare to Dmitry.

"Thank you, Mrs. Medlov," Victoria said, looking at Dmitry one last time. Neither Dmitry nor Mistress Medlov was paying attention to her at that point, so she quickly went inside to join Anya.

Dmitry looked his wife up and down. She was dirty from work, angry from jealousy and her nipples had hardened through her shirt. A sly grin crossed his face.

"You look great," he said, licking his lips. His eyes were hooded now, focused in on her small waist. His mouth watered.

"You look like you're up to something," she said, turning to go up to her room.

"Up to what?" he asked behind her.

"Flirting with the
help
," she bit out.

Dmitry walked behind her, following her as she swayed. "Please. What do I want with her, when I have you?"

"Don't blow smoke up my ass, Dmitry," Royal snapped.

Dmitry laughed. "I'm not blowing smoke up your ass," he said, catching up with her. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. "Wait. Slow down, now. I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"About us."

Royal folded her arms. "What about
us
, Dmitry? What is it that I've done wrong now?" He didn't know how sensitive she was about doing wrong in his eyes. She hid it successfully with venom, but inside all she ever wanted was to please him.

"You know what I want to talk to you about." He rubbed her arms. "You're getting more and more distant. What is this about? Is it me?"

"I'm not getting distant. I've been busy."
Trying to please you
, she thought inwardly.
Look at this place. Is it not immaculate? All that I do for you
… she cut her thoughts off.

"Have you been going to therapy?" Dmitry could see anguish in her tired eyes.

"Are we going to go through that again?" she huffed. "No. I haven't been going. I don't need to go. I just need to get past it, and going and talking about it every week doesn't help."

"Have the nightmares gone away, then?"

"You know that they haven't." She had just had one the night before.

"Exactly. This is why you need to go."

Royal rolled her eyes. "I don't want to talk about this now."

"Then when?"

"I don't know. Just not right now." She threw up her hands. "I've been working all day in the dirt and with horse manure. I smell like shit… I feel like… I want to take a hot bath and rest before I go to the shop. Is that so much to ask?"

"You're going to work again today?"

"Yes. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Dmitry sighed and let her go. "We talk tonight as soon as you get home." He raised his finger to her nose, flipped it and walked away. Their footsteps echoed down the large hallway as they went in opposite directions.

Victoria listened on near the door opening and soaked up all the information that she could. So, there was a problem between the happy couple. She knew it. Smiling, she leaned against the door and popped her lips. How could anyone be distant from a man like Dmitry Medlov? And Mrs. Medlov was in therapy? Crazy bitch. Her vice was probably alcohol. She had smelled it on her breath at least four times since she started working for them.

"What are you doing, Victoria?" Anya asked, getting up from the table.

"Nothing," Victoria said in hushed tone. She darted cross the room. "Finish eating your food and after that we can go outside and play for a while."

Brigitte let out a soft moan and rubbed the blonde hair hovering over her. Kissing his lips as he rose from her breasts, she melted in his strong arms. His strokes were slow and accurate, filling her to the brim with ecstasy. As his hips retracted, she began to shiver, feeling him instantly return with full thrusts inside of her.

Gripping his back, she watched as her full breasts bounced against the magnitude of his pressure. With the flick of his thumb, he teased her aching nipples before he buried his head back to taste her.

"Master… Medlov," she moaned as the wetness of her body saturated his sheets.

"Shh," he whispered as he pulled her legs up over his shoulders. "Not too loud. We don't want anyone to hear,
eh
?" A devilish grin crossed his face. "You feel so good, Brigitte." He thrust into her again, this time holding down her hips to the mattress. "Did you miss me?"

"
Oui
," she pined. "
Oui, oui, oui
."

"How much?" he asked with a powerful push. "This much… or this much?" Sweat ran down his muscular chest on to his carved abs.

Brigitte bit her lip and grabbed her breasts. The feeling of a familiar, powerful climax approached.

"
Ahh… .ohhh… ummm
," she whimpered as his strokes became stronger. "So much."

"That's it," he said, grunting as he picked her body up off the bed. "Let me feel it."

Her long blonde hair fell over his arm as he gripped her small waist. Rubbing his bronzed, tattooed body, she looked up at the ceiling and released. Shaking all over, she tried to cover her mouth as she screamed, hearing him chuckle in a husky tone before he grunted and came inside of her, holding her close as he did so.

They both fell back onto the bed, sweating and panting. She looked over into his blue eyes and kissed his lips. Anatoly pulled her close to him and moved her long blonde locks out of his way to see her glowing face better. They kissed softly for a minute before she laid her head back down on the pillow.

"You're still on birth control,
Da
?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yes," she said, curling under him. "Are you still faithful, my love?"

Anatoly smirked. "I'm safe. I got checked last week. Passed it with flying colors." He ran his finger down her long frame.

Brigitte closed her eyes and sighed. Having been hoping for a different answer, she was mildly disappointed to know how he still felt. They had been breaking Mistress Medlov's rules for nearly three months now. It was love at first sight for her, but she knew that Anatoly only liked her. Still, when they made love the passion was unexplainable and undeniable. She could not resist him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, when she recognized his silence.

"I'm still horny," he said, slipping his fingers in between her wet thighs. "I can't quite get enough."

She giggled. Anatoly was an animal.

Rolling over on her back, she looked up at him as he hovered over her, viral and carnal in all his ways. He was such a beautiful man. Dirty blonde locks, ice blue eyes, a perfectly straight nose, square jaw, perfect white teeth, a muscular tattooed frame, money, power and drive.

How she wanted him. How she wanted him to want more of her than he took. Her thoughts subsided as he entered her and her eyes closed shut. A gasp crossed her lips as he bent down to her kiss her. She ran her hands over the ripple of muscles in his back and prepared to enjoy more of him before he was off to do
whatever
he did.

Suddenly the door opened. Anatoly pulled out and turned around.

"Shit, papa!" he said, pulling the covers over Brigitte.

Planted at the door, Dmitry stood with a pair of pants and towel in his hands and a blank look on his face.

"I didn't know you had arrived," Dmitry said in a deep Russian baritone. He did not blink or look directly at the naked woman.

"You were in gym when I got here," Anatoly explained. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed it on the comforter.

"I'll use other bedroom to get dressed. My wife is using her entire room right now and not even bathroom is available." He was more so explaining to Brigitte than Anatoly.

"She's pissed at you?" Anatoly asked.

"Of course," Dmitry smirked. "Both of you get dressed now. And you," he said, pointing at Anatoly, "Meet me in my study so we can talk."

"Alright," Anatoly said, jumping out of bed naked.

Dmitry closed and locked the door behind him.

* * *

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Dmitry made his way to his study where Anatoly sat waiting for him and drinking a glass of Royal's homemade iced tea.

With a grin, Dmitry walked in and closed the doors behind him, eyeing his son curiously for an explanation of what he was doing in bed with the maid.

The sun had finally come out and shined brightly through the study's large bay windows giving a breathtaking view of the landscape.

Unable to help himself, he stopped and looked out the window, marveling at Gods work and the peace of his existence. There was always calm before the storm. son.

Finally taking a seat Dmitry shuffled through his papers then looked up and clasped his hands together.

"I would tell you to tell me everything, but I'm afraid that I don't want to know all the details, I just want to know why," he finally said as Anatoly leaned closer in his seat to the desk.