DIMA (Filthy Rich Alphas)

Throughout that time, if I saw any of my old It group members, I turned and walked the other way. Their energy triggered dry heaving and disgust within me.

By Senior year, I earned an academic scholarship and grabbed class valedictorian. My grandmother was the only person who came to my graduation. She cried during my speech. The It group booed when I accepted my diploma and I flipped them off, causing a few deans to gasp in shock.

My brother sent a congratulations card and told me he lived in the middle of the Amazon Jungle and had married some tribal girl. He asked for no one to try and contact him anymore. Due to my brother’s complete exit from the family, my parents decided to talk to me again. Perhaps, they thought I was their last hope in expanding the Walsh name.

Xandi and I went to the same graduate school, both getting our PhDs in Journalism and Media.

All of the It girls married the It guys—who became political giants.

Now heavily connected Jonathan began spending time with my family. During most of the gatherings, I would give him the side eye. But he’d slowly crept through my walls.

I was still trying to see if he would be a good fit in my life or not. If not as a lover, then maybe a friend. So far, I couldn’t get a good assessment of him yet. Tonight’s dinner was supposed to help me decide.

But then death interrupted the moment.

And then, Dimitri stepped in.

That kiss.

It had been a hot surprise for the evening. Such sexy, wet kisses. And his tongue was amazing. And the need in his voice when he tried to get me in his bed.

Lust blazed through me.

Stop thinking of his mouth and how much he wanted to fuck you.

But it was hard.

Flipping on the turn signal, I shifted into the right lane and took the exit to Luxury Road. And the whole time, that kiss played in my head.

13

Unlikely Partners

Rose

I

wore Dimitri’s jacket the entire ride home. When I arrived, his men rode up with me, secured my condo, confirmed my kitten’s needs were met, and then took their stations outside of my door.

I made them a cup of coffee and let them know that the door would be open to use the bathroom. They’d explained that they were instructed to only enter if there was danger, but had appreciated the big cups of caffeine.

I left them alone and had a glass of wine, still wearing Dimitri’s big jacket. The whole time my kitten rubbed against my leg. I petted her ear. “Should I call you Barbara Whiskers?”

She meowed as if answering yes. Then, she rolled onto her back, laying on some of his jacket.

“I still haven’t figured out a name.” I rubbed the side of her furry tummy. “I really suck as a pet owner.”

She purred under my fingers.

By this point, I should have taken Dimitri’s jacket off. Yet, I wore it like a second skin. Plus, now Barbara was enjoying its softness. Perhaps, she relished in his scent too. Additionally, the jacket was too comfortable to take off. Too masculine smelling to resist not taking several more sniffs as I finished my wine.

When my glass went empty, I escaped to my room and collapsed in bed.

Snoring, Barbara remained on the couch.

Once in my bedroom, I should have taken off his jacket and my dress. I should have put on pajamas.

But when I turned off the light, I had other plans in my mind. Hot and horny ones. Being cocooned in his scent did dirty things to my head.

I had to be naughty and touch myself.

And I didn’t feel bad for it one bit. How could I not find Dimitri sexy? He was so dangerous and seductive. And his offering the jacket on this chilly, gloomy night was such a gentlemanly thing to do for such a cold and cruel man.

It made me feel special.

I knew it was a silly thought. I knew it was immature and dangerous to fantasize about a wicked man. I was romanticizing forbidden fruit. Glamorizing a criminal. Why did the good girl sometimes yearn for the bad boy?

I had no answers, yet twisted fantasies spun in my head.

In the darkness, I took off my clothes. I let my dress, bra, and panties fall to the floor. But on the bed, I had Dimitri’s jacket cover me like a blanket. Was it wrong to want to rub my pussy along the smooth fabric? Would it be bad to cum all over the designer material?

Naked, I lay in bed, closed my eyes, and thought of Dimitri. How could I not? His kiss shoved me out of my tight disciplined box. His lips enticed me to be bad. Lured me even.

I slipped my hands between my thighs and caressed my clit. “Mmmm.”