Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen by Latrivia S. Nelson Page B

as he had heard Ivan had done to his wife.
    She tried to scream, but she couldn't breathe. As she stared into the mirror, helpless to the mad man's strong hold, she saw tears in Dmitry's eyes. Anger and hatred painted over his face. She was suddenly paralyzed by fear.
    "And you wonder why she's a bitch?" Dmitry smirked. "She used to be sweet, innocent, happy but not anymore… and it's all because of me. Does that turn you on? Huh? You like that? I'm sure that I could turn you into a she'll of a woman, too. I could destroy every inch of you, too. And it wouldn't take me nearly as long as it did with her, you black-hearted bitch."
    For a moment, Dmitry lost control. He had never had a desire to hurt any woman, but for what she was hiding, he wanted to hurt her now. Still there was that animalistic desire to have her beautiful body. The combination was lethal and caused the blood to course through his veins at a powerful speed. He felt as though he would have a heart attack, but still he did not stop his antics.
    Desperately, she fought to get away, but he only gripped her down harder.
    "Let go of me!" she screamed out. "You crazy bastard!"
    "What? You don't want me now?" he taunted, disgusted by both Victoria and himself. "I thought that you wanted to get married ."
    "Help!" she screamed. "Someone help me!"
    "Who's going to help you? You belong to me now."
    "Let her go, Dmitry," Royal commanded from the shadows. Her voice was calm.
    Dmitry looked up in the mirror with a wild devious look on his angelic face to see his wife.
     

Chapter 10
    Royal could feel the heat seeping through her skin. Hearing the woman beg for her husband was a sobering reality check, but seeing her husband brutalize another woman was a repulsive reminder.
    Earlier she had leaned against the door, hidden in the shadows, praying that the words that came from Dmitry would be true. Alas, they were. And while she was pained at his apparent attraction to Victoria, none could deny his disdain for her treachery.
    Dmitry looked over at his wife instantly ashamed of his actions. He threw Victoria on the floor and slipped his knife back into the leather holder under his shirt.
    How long had she been there in the dark? Did she see him kiss her? Did she see his steely erection? Could she hear in his voice his mild satisfaction with himself? He clenched his wide jaw and stilled himself where he stood, locking his body to ensure that he did not move from his place.
    "Mrs. Medlov," Victoria said, standing up with her clothes pooled down around her ankles. "Thank you so much."
    " Thank you ?" Royal smirked.
    She walked out of the shadows in a slow, catlike sway. Her long dark hair busied itself around her body in an untamed, curly frame. Even in the same ruined clothes, she still mirrored absolute perfection.
    Dmitry was only enraged more by the torn, tattered look of his wife. The click of her shoes stabbed the silence of the room and echoed about. The embers and light of the fireplace illuminated her dark features. He could not take his eyes off of her. It was if her presence diminished anyone else in the room, even himself.
    "Victoria, I'm not the smartest woman in the world," Royal said softly. "But I'm willing to bet that you had something to do with my little breakdown earlier." Slowly, Royal walked over to the fireplace and pulled from the rack a black steel fire poker.
    Victoria watched her mistress carefully. Breathing hard, she slipped on her dress as quickly as she could and looked back at Dmitry. His eyes were planted on Royal. It was as if his wife had cast a spell on him.
    "I'm afraid that I don't know what you are talking about Mrs. Medlov," Victoria denied as she looked to Royal.
    "What did you slip me?"
    "Nothing."
    "You know. I'm getting really tired of being the victim, Victoria. For too long, I've been the injured party . I won't let it happen again, not even one more time." Royal turned and walked towards her. "It will work out better for you if you