Guns and Royalties

Dominic

Dominic had barely slept last night. His mind was filled with thoughts of his detka, and even after relieving himself, he was left restless. Add a hangover to the mix, and he was in a foul mood, ready to snap at anyone who crossed his path.

Where the hell was Alec? His general had left before Dominic had even woken up. He needed some good news about his woman, and he had to meet with the freelance accountant. After that, he was free for the day.

His mind was set on one thing: going to his detka’s place to either make love to her or kidnap her. Whichever opportunity presented itself first.

He would prefer the former, if only Alec had found the damn address.

Damn it! He was head over heels for her. One night would never be enough.

She had turned his world upside down, and now she was nowhere to be found.

His face was stern as he entered his building, causing the men to give him a wide berth. Despite his obvious anger, the women couldn’t help but stare, drawn to his wild, untamed persona.

Dominic ignored them all, heading straight to his personal elevator that led to his office.

His office was more like a suite of rooms—he had a bed, bath, and closet here. He kept them ready for emergencies, even though he rarely used them.

Upon reaching his spacious office, he growled at the sight of the empty room. He needed to calm down.

It was early, but a drink seemed like a good idea. A shot of whiskey would do.

As he swirled his expensive drink in the glass, he waited for either Alec or his secretary to walk through the door.

And he waited.

Frowning, he glanced at his custom-made Omega watch.

If his nine o’clock appointment was late, he swore to God—he pinched the bridge of his nose—his patience was wearing thin.

Finally, Alec’s deep voice filled his ears. He was speaking in their native tongue.

Must be Nanny Sandri.

Dominic’s scowl deepened as he heard a nasally, irritating voice respond.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Wanting to get rid of the unwelcome visitor, he strode to the door. Both Alec and the woman turned to him as he opened it.

Alec nodded at him while the woman smiled delightedly. Oh, hell no!

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dominic growled, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

The woman was a past fling from years ago.

She had used her beauty to become an underwear model in L.A., which was probably the smartest thing she’d ever done.

“Dominic, baby.”

He grimaced at her overly sweet voice.

Petra Levinsky had almost ruined his parents’ marriage. She’d tried to seduce his father, and his mother had caught her.

If he’d been a lesser man, he might have fallen for her.

The incident had happened right after she’d given him a blowjob, when he was too drunk to sleep with her. She’d wandered around their estate and targeted his father.

Thank God his father had been faithful to his mother.

“Leave or I’ll call security!” His annoyance was turning into rage. He was on the verge of losing control.

“You can’t mean that, baby. I heard you’re back. I wanted to welcome you properly.” She batted her fake eyelashes.

He’d been wrong to think she was beautiful. She was nothing compared to his angel.

“We slept together once a long time ago. Now we’re done. Leave!”

He gripped her wrist tightly when she reached for his suit. He was about to push her away when he heard...

“Shit!”

That voice. Damn it! Just one word, and he knew.

That was his detka’s voice. As sweet as an angel, even when she was cursing.

He pushed Petra away, not caring if she fell, and turned to face his woman. His eyes reflected his surprise and disbelief.

“Detka?”

Oh, hell! And she’d seen him with another woman.

Well, not exactly with another woman, but he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea.

He’d been a womanizer in his youth, but that was before her.

His angel was looking at him with sadness in her eyes.

He couldn’t bear that. He would never cheat on her and risk losing her.

The opportunity he’d been waiting for was right in front of him. And he wasn’t a fool.

God, she was beautiful with those thick glasses. He was looking forward to making love to her while she wore them. It would be like a fantasy come true.

He shuddered. Every muscle in his body froze.

What was she doing here? Who the hell cared? As long as she was here, nothing else mattered.

“Dominic, baby?” The irritating nasal voice behind him snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Leave!” he growled without turning.

His angel jumped in fright. He watched in horror as she prepared to flee.

“I...I’m sorry, sir...I’ll leave,” she whispered, glancing around nervously.

No! Not her.

“Not you, detka. I meant...” He turned to Petra for a moment. “You. Alec, please call security.”

“But, baby…”

Alec smirked and dragged the unwanted woman away.

His woman shuffled her feet, avoiding his gaze. She was adorable. His world suddenly brightened, and his hangover disappeared.

Nanny Sandri, his secretary, cleared her throat. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and interest.

“Yes, nan?” he asked fondly. He was convinced that Nanny Sandri was here to spy for his mother. They were close friends.

“Ms. Beau Anderson is your nine o’clock, tzar.” There was a twinkle in her eyes as she announced it.

Really, now. Interesting. Beau Anderson. His accountant.

His lips curved into a smile. Was that her real name?

“Thank you, nan. I’ll take it from here. We’re not to be disturbed, please,” he said, his voice deepening.

He watched Beau try to suppress her shivers.

“Of course, tzar.” Nanny Sandri bowed before leaving them in the hallway.

“Beau.”

Hearing his voice, she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were wary.

God! She was gorgeous. Even more so in natural light.

“I...uh...I have work. Yeah. Damn!”

She tried to speak, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. She was adorable. And sexy.

She was wearing a light mocha dress with a baby collar that highlighted her curves.

“I don’t think I can do this. I have to go,” she squeaked, ready to make a run for it.

He sobered up instantly. He wasn’t about to let her slip away again.

“Oh no, you don’t. You’re not going anywhere.”

To make his point, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carried her into his office, and locked the door behind them.

Ignoring her protests, he settled them both on his couch, her on his lap.

“You have to let me go, Dominic!” she demanded, crossing her arms and looking away from him.

“We have unfinished business, angel,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled amazing, and she felt so soft against him.

Damn! His cock was instantly hard. She stiffened, feeling him against her.

“What unfinished business? I thought I’d never see you again,” she argued, her breath hitching with arousal.

Hmmm, nice. She arched in his arms.

So damn responsive.

He began to caress her back. The attraction was mutual. It was there, waiting to be explored until they couldn’t take it anymore.

But...

“You left me,” Dominic accused. The memory stung. He’d woken up wanting her, and she was gone.

Not anymore.

“But...but that was a one-time thing only,” she stammered.

He was confused, but he let the topic drop. He had something more interesting in mind.

His hand moved to the hem of her dress, cupping her knee.

“Not for me.”

His fingers slid up her inner thigh. She clenched in response.

“Damn!”

Losing patience, he threaded his fingers through her glossy brown hair and held her while he kissed her hard.

He controlled the kiss, she tried to push him away, he growled and secured her hands behind her back.

He softened the kiss, nibbling her lips and coaxing them open with his tongue, trying to elicit a response from her.

Pulling her closer, not an inch between them, her soft breasts pressed against his chest.

Damn! Any more of this and he would end up fucking her in his office.

Actually, that was a brilliant idea. He had never done it before. Never with his past lovers.

His office was his sanctuary. It wasn’t a place for his pleasure. It was for his family and empire.

But for her, he would break his rules. She was different, and she would be a part of it all.

When she moaned deeply, he made up his mind. Beau needed him, and damn, he was too hungry for her to stop.

Beau kissed him back with urgency and hunger—it blew his mind.

Finally.

He let her hands go to shrug out of his coat; she frantically helped him with his tie; next were his buttons.

With trembling hands, she tried to help him. She groaned.

He chuckled when she lost patience and tugged his dress shirt hard, scattering the buttons on the carpeted floor.

Mission accomplished, her hot palms caressed his shoulders, his chiseled chest, and abs making his whole body hard, especially his dick.

His skin was hot and he trembled from her touch.

Enough! He growled. His fingers tried to find the zipper of her dress but he couldn’t.

Damn it!

He gripped her neckline and yanked the fabric down roughly, the delicate material tearing.

The sound of ripping fabric heightened the tension. Exposing her heaving breasts encased in a black bra, he groaned and ripped it as well.

“My God, Dominic! You can’t just...”

He flicked her eager nipple with his tongue and she moaned instead, cutting off whatever protest she was trying to make.

His other hand was equally busy kneading her other breast.

“I’ll buy you hundreds,” he promised before suckling her nipples noisily.

She cried out and held his face to her breasts. He groaned his approval.

Her moans were music to his ears. The louder the better. He didn’t care if the whole world heard.

Everyone in his building would know she was his by the end of the day.

He feasted on her, but he needed more. His cock was so hard he had to be inside her soon.

Now.

“Dominic, please,” she pleaded, grinding down on him. He hissed, holding her hips.

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

With ease, he encouraged her to stand so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

His throbbing cock was freed from its confines and he sighed in relief. The head was a deep red, pulsing, dripping.

His hand slipped under her dress to remove her thong. He heard a tearing sound again. Oops.

She eagerly settled back on his lap, legs spread apart, ready to ride him. He had taught her well.

With her juices flowing, the head of his cock easily slid along her slit, hitting her clit.

Motherfucker!

He gripped his dick, guiding the head to her entrance. Both of them shuddered in anticipation.

As she slowly sank onto his thick length, he suckled her neck. Making her moan in pleasure.

He promised to fuck her thoroughly later. They both needed to take the edge off first.

Her pussy was so damn tight, he felt his cum boiling in his balls. Not yet.

He grasped her ass to bring her down on him. Impaling every thick inch of his cock deep inside her, his cock head hitting her womb.

She cried out loud, her back arched.

With his hot mouth on her hard nipples, he began to move his hips, thrusting hard into her.

With hands on her wet buttocks, he guided her up and down his cock.

She sobbed in ecstasy. Her juices coating his balls.

“Damn, baby! You feel so good, my love.”

He praised her and groaned in pleasure. His face buried in her soft breasts, he deeply savored her scent.

“Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”

He was losing control. The days without her were torture.

He clenched his hands firmly on her hips, forcing her to ride his dick faster. Harder.

Damn! It wouldn’t take long.

Her nails scraped his scalp, adding to the primal sensation.

As he suckled her nipple, his arousal deepened with each thrust, hitting her sweet spot over and over. His hand moved down to press on her clit, and that was all it took for her to climax.

Her delicate fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to her chest as she cried out in pleasure. The thought that anyone outside the door could hear her only added to his own arousal.

Feeling her walls contract around his slick arousal was his undoing.

Hell yes!

His body tightened, and with one final deep thrust, he released himself inside her.

Calling out her name, he filled her again and again until he was spent.

Some of his release escaped her, staining the soft cushion beneath them.

He didn’t care. He liked the scent of their combined arousal in the enclosed space.

His love collapsed on top of him. They were both panting, struggling for breath, their hearts pounding. Dazed from the experience.

If he’d had doubts before, they were all put to rest now. She was his.

“Dominic…” she moaned.

“I know, my love. I know.”

He knew that he’d never let her go. This was not just lust. This was something more. Something worth keeping.

***

Finally, after the third time—or was it the fourth?—they were spooning on his king-size bed, naked and satisfied, the back of his office their love nest.

Damn! His father was right. The room had its uses. Not only for emergencies. Now, he knew why.

He grimaced. His father and mother were still shamelessly in love. They might have taken advantage of the amenities before.

Love.

Nope. He didn’t want to spook her.

Her. Beau. She snuggled her smooth backside to his front seeking his warmth. His arms tightened in reflex. He nuzzled her nape.

God! She smelled wonderful.

“Dominic, I have to work,” she murmured sleepily.

“Later, love. Get some sleep.” The usual gruff and curt tone he used for everyone softened for her.

“Clothes,” she grumbled. “Jerk.”

He smirked. He smiled at her tired and sleepy voice, knowing she couldn’t see him.

He’d drained her energy. Good.

She could rail and cuss at him anytime so long as she stayed where he wanted her.

“I will take care of it, my love. Take a nap first.”

Her soft snores were her answer. This time he would not sleep. He would not give her the chance to leave him again.

His angel was here to stay.

***

Dressed in another Armani suit, he joined his general at the conference table.

Still feeling high from his love. He was addicted to her, with no cure in sight.

After his shower, he took her again. She came on his mouth, then his arousal. Jesus!

His spent body stirred at the memory. He knew she would be sore when she woke up. It was two in the afternoon. He’d wake her up in a few minutes for a late lunch.

She must be starving. He had to start taking care of his baby.

“Tzar, I have Anderson’s file. The background check you requested last Friday came in earlier. Finance and accounting from Berkeley. Abandoned as an infant, grew up in foster care. Full name, Beauty Grace Anderson, 23 years old. I have her address here.”

Dominic inclined his head. Although the file came a tad late, he appreciated his general’s efforts.

Beauty Grace. It was true. Her name fit her as she fit him.

“Anything else, Alec?” he inquired mildly, fingering the papers.

“It’s all in her file, tzar,” Alec answered vaguely.

So, there was more that was intended for his eyes only.

“Ok. I want you to contact real estate. I will buy my woman a house. Our house. It’s time for me to settle.”

Dominic almost couldn’t believe himself. He cringed. The words came out too easily. He had it bad.

By the amusement twinkling in Alec’s eyes, he caught on to it too.

“Of course. Right away. Shall I contact Aunt Tatty?”

Dominic grimaced. Shit! His overly zealous mother would scare Beau away.

“I think my mother already knows.”

Alec chuckled. His mother, Sandrina, was the culprit.

“Yeah. Coming from the sounds earlier, my mother is already counting babies to take care of. I am glad it’s you and not me, my friend.”

Dominic grinned. Fuck! He hoped so too. His seed had filled her to the brim several times.

“Shit! She is the one, Alec.” Saying it out loud made it so real.

“Yes. She’s perfect for you. She drives you crazy. You have my support.”

His friend’s approval was important. It meant he was ready to protect his mafia tzarina at all costs.

“Thank you. Now, do you think Nanny Sandri can buy Beau some clothes?”

Alec threw his head back, laughing.

“She’s on it, tzar. After tidying the room, she knows what’s needed.”

He must be drunk on sex since he found himself grinning twice in a row.

Yep, he was screwed.