Page 45 of Defiled Innocence

Her frustrated growl makes my cock hard again. When she shifts her hips beneath me trying to get away, my decision to keep my hands off her until morning changes.

Amelia

“I can’t believe you invited your entire family over and didn’t warn me.” I come out of Dmitri’s en suite bathroom with a thick towel wrapped around my torso.

Dmitri sits at the foot of the bed, watching me with an expression that suggests I should have stayed in the bathroom to get dressed. He looks ready to pounce.

“You should have told me earlier,” I admonish as I pad my way to the door.

“Where are you going in that towel?” His question is given with such force it nearly slams the door shut on its own.

“To get my things. I unpacked the suitcases last night.”

He frowns. “I had them moved in here this morning when you were having breakfast. Did you really think I’d let you stay anywhere other than my bed?”

“I thought by this morning you’d have come to your senses, yes. Having separate bedrooms isn’t the end of the world; a lot of couples do it.”

“We don’t,” he says. “And you knew that, which is why you waited until I was busy before you snuck into the other room to unpack your things.”

I turn back to the dresser where he’s pointing and pull open the drawer. Inside stacked neatly are my leggings and jeans, exactly as I had them in the other bedroom.

“They moved everything in the hour I was downstairs?” I check the other drawers to find everything just as I had it, only now it’s in here. “Do you have magical staff?”

“I have an efficient staff,” he says as I open the door to the closet.

The closet is breathtaking.

There’s enough room in here to turn it into a small bedroom. On one side of the closet hangs suits, dress shirts, and there are several racks of ties. An entire shelving system is used for his shoes.

My clothes don’t even fill the whole half of the closet he’s cleared for me. But everything’s there. My five pairs of shoes are on my own set of shelves.

“I would have thought you’d have more clothes.” His voice sends a shiver over my skin as he appears behind me.

From the full-length mirror against the far wall, I watch him press himself behind me, looking down at my profile.

My nipples tighten beneath the plush towel.

“I don’t have any need for it. I have enough to get through the work week. I have a few nice things for when I had to go to a dinner with Lucas or some benefit. It’s enough.” I start pushing the hangers aside to find something for this afternoon.

His cousins, their wives, his uncle, and other people I lost count of when he finally got around to telling me about them are coming over for dinner. In an hour.

“This might do.”

I pull out a navy-blue dress I wore to a holiday luncheon Lucas’ friends held. He’d dragged me to it as his plus one because he’d broken up with yet another girlfriend the week before.

Dmitri removes the hanger from my hand and turns it more into the light before hanging it back up.

“No. Nothing that formal.”

“Too formal? Aren’t you wearing a suit?” I haven’t seen him wear anything other than suits and ties. Aside from last night when he wore nothing at all to bed.

“No.” He glances down at the black button-down he put on this morning before going down to breakfast with me.

“Fine. A blouse and some slacks then.” I push the dresses aside and pull out a pair of black pants. “These alright?”

He eyes them. “You need to go shopping. Lucas should have made sure you had more than what you have. He had the money.”

“I didn’t take his money.” I turn away from him and go back to searching for a blouse that would go well with the pants.

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