DIMA (Filthy Rich Alphas)

“Thank you for telling me.” I kissed her.

She sighed in relief. “Then, you agree about my plan for revenge?”

“And I promise.”

“You do.”

“I do.” I kissed her again.

When I moved away, she snapped her view to the window. “Wait a minute.”

I ran my fingers through her hair.

“Dima, why are we at the airport?”

“Ms. Walsh, I also made other promises.”

“What promises?”

The Phantom stopped in front of my jet.

I smiled at her. “You don’t remember?”

“Clearly, not.”

“You need a notebook.”

She rolled her eyes. “Where are we going?”

“I promised you dinner in another country, sex on a yacht, and my cock rocking your bed as the waves rock us.”

“Dima, we have so much to do in these next days. We should—”

“Fuck until our voices are sore.”

“But. . .”

“I’ve been running Paradise long enough to remember one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“There will always be a fucking problem in this city.”

And someone will always need to die.

My chauffer left the Phantom, headed to my side, and opened the door.

I left and gave her my hand.

She took it and stepped out. The whole time she took in the area. “But, I will need my passport to—”

“It’s been handled. I had my men get it from your condo.”

“Wait. You sent people back into my place again?”

“Yes, but they didn’t pack your luggage.” I tapped my mini book in my pocket. “I remembered.”

“Clearly, you did not.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You get mad when I have my men pack your clothes without your permission.”

“Yes and the invasion of privacy which still happens when you have them go into my place and get my passport.”

Frowning, I took out my mini book and pen.

“And. . .”

I paused and looked at her. “Yes.”

She pointed to the man near my plane and holding a large pet carrier. Barbara Whiskers furry white tail twisted around the bars. “You took my cat again?”

“Our cat.” I made a note.

Don’t have my men go in her condo without her permission.

I stared at it and then jotted another line.

It is an invasion of her privacy.

She watched me.

I showed her the page.

She arched her brows.

I shut the mini book and put it back in my pocket. “I’ll figure this out eventually. Just allow me a few mistakes here and there.”

“And what about a note on my cat?”

“Our cat,” I corrected. “And Barbara deserves a vacation too.”

“Does she?”

“Yes.”

“She’s been giving me the silent treatment these past days.”

“As she should have.” I took her hand and guided her to the plane.

34

Future Plans

Dimitri

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hat night, we dined in St. Lucia, feasting on green figs, saltfish, and the islands signature rum punch. We danced to a live band. We walked barefoot on moonlit sand.

Later, we fucked in an infinity pool that offered a jaw-dropping view.

The next day, I had her on my yacht, fucking her in my king sized bed. And we rode the ocean’s waves. And we rocked into orgasms over and over, not sleeping, not resting, and barely talking.

Just fucking.

I gorged on her pussy, slept within it when I could, loving the gushy warm wetness. The treasure. The core of my happiness.

Needing it more than food.

And I loved learning how to please Rose. I assessed the depths of her wet pussy—the limits and abilities. I stretched and expanded. I pumped and pounded.

I assessed the sensitivity of her nipples. One squeeze could make her moan. One long suck could wet that pussy better than my fingers ever could.

And I loved to breathe Rose in, preferring her scent in my lungs to oxygen. Needing her essence to survive.

I thrived on thoughts of eternity with her. The possibilities of forever. The ring. The proposal. The large house. The kids. The never-ending days with just the company of our souls. The loving memories that we could make.

Was this love?

When I was near her, desire stirred my blood. Obsession roared in my ears. My vision drowned in her. I could look at no one else. Think of nothing else.

It was only Rose and the way she made me feel.

Made me want.

This must be love.

Meanwhile, Barbara had a rough time on the yacht, not appreciating the waves at all.

Due to this, we returned earlier than I intended solely for the love of my furry friend.

Yet, I continued to feast on Rose within the confines of the penthouse. I had her in every room I could, from my master suite to other guest rooms. I ate her pussy in my library and in the kitchen in the middle of the night while the staff and chef slept in their beds.

She sucked my cock on the balcony as I poured champagne into her mouth. She lapped the liquid off my balls and I rubbed them all over her lips, right before spilling cum onto her cheeks and nose.

And I made her keep my cum on her face. I wouldn’t let her wash it away. And the rest of the night, I watched it dry on her skin as she slept in my arms.