Russian Mobster's Arranged Wife

by Rose, Bella

  “Ivan,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” She squeezed his shaft. “Right now.”

  He growled at her, picking her up and carrying her to the nearest table. With her butt firmly lodged on the tabletop, he nudged his way between her knees. He kneaded her breasts in his hands, thumbing her nipples until she was gasping with the intense sensations.

  Pushing her back onto the tabletop, he leaned over and kissed her belly. His fingers worked the fastenings on her jeans. The first touch of his tongue on the skin below her navel nearly had her launching up off the table. Everything below her waist was in flames and the need gnawing at her insides left her mindless to anything but the quest for climax.

  He nipped the skin over her hipbones. Carefully tugging her jeans down, he slid them onto the floor. She didn’t even stop to care how ridiculous it was to still be wearing shoes. The only thing that mattered was the ache between her legs.

  IVAN COULD SMELL how wet Kaylee was. Her arousal was as honest as it was delightful. He placed his palms on the insides of her thighs and savored the softness of the skin there. Then he parted her legs and admired her pretty pink pussy.

  He watched the petals of her wet opening flex and tremble as she waited for him to bring her pleasure. This heady sense of power was nothing like he was accustomed to. She was more. There was no demurring or pretending she did not want to be with him or lying to say that she did. She was bold and he liked it.

  Ivan gripped his erection and moved in close to Kaylee. He spread the folds of her sex wide and dragged the head of his cock through her silky wetness. The exquisite sensation made him moan and pant. He had thought to make her come once before entering her. Now he wasn’t so sure. He wanted to savor every ounce of her enjoyment and soak up her climax while immersed in her body.

  Kaylee arched her back and moaned. She gripped the edges of the table with her hands as though looking for an anchor in the storm. Ivan fit the head of his cock to her opening and began to penetrate her bit by bit. The friction was incredible. She was so tight and hot he began to be afraid he would lose his load as soon as he was fully sheathed.

  Then she abruptly wrapped her legs around his waist and impaled herself on his cock. Ivan was almost frozen in surprise as she began rolling her hips against him, grinding her sex down onto his shaft and bringing him the most exquisite enjoyment he’d ever experienced with a woman.

  “I told you I wanted fucking,” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me or move on. Got it?”

  Ivan laughed, the sound rolling through the bar and dying out only when he began slamming his cock into Kaylee’s pussy. His flesh slapped against hers. He grabbed her legs and held on tight as he moved deeply within her body. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each thrust. He realized that her eyes were open and she was looking at him. The warm brown of her gaze crackled with sensual fire. Her lips parted on a gasp and he felt her inner muscles melt around his cock.

  “Ivan! I’m coming, Ivan. Oh God!”

  Kaylee screamed her release as her body convulsed around him. The sleek muscles of her pussy clamped down on his cock and Ivan lost the fight to hold back. He thrust hard, planting himself as deeply as he dared and spilling his seed in a hot rush. Ivan held Kaylee’s thighs and surged hard against her cleft as his body continued to convulse long after he had given her everything he had.

  The release left him weak as a child. His knees trembled and he could hardly stay upright. His head was fuzzy, as though he were high on drink or something stronger. The sensation was almost euphoric in nature and stronger than anything he’d ever experienced with another woman.

  “Holy shit,” she mumbled. “My mind is officially blown.”

  Ivan chuckled, if only because the phrase was so incongruent with the poetic thoughts flitting through his mind.

  “Wow. You’re laughing. That is so”—she lifted her torso and braced her weight on her elbows—“insulting, actually.”

  Ivan considered this woman, wondering what made her tick. “And yet you’re not really insulted.”

  “That is true,” she acknowledged. “Although it’s getting really late and I need to close up and go home. I have an early shift tomorrow and I need some sleep.”

  Her statement threw him off balance somehow. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know they were going their separate directions. Still, he found he didn’t like it. “If I came in to get a drink tomorrow night, would I find you here?”

  “No.”

  “Just no. Nothing else?”

  “You mean like my phone number or something?” She raised an eyebrow. “This was a one off, Mr. Russian Businessman. I believe it falls under the heading of we both needed to let off some steam.”

  “You’re correct.” He stepped back and tucked his cock back into his pants. Searching for his shirt, he noticed that Kaylee was naked except for a pair of beat up tennis shoes. She was shockingly adorable like that.

  “Admiring my outfit?” she teased. “I’m just waiting for you to excuse yourself like a gentleman before I go in search of my clothes.”

  “I can recognize a dismissal when I hear one.” Ivan felt weirdly stiff and resentful. Why? He tried to shake off the malaise. “I have business in town for a few more days. Perhaps I’ll see you.”

  “Or not,” she said flatly. “Don’t worry about locking up on your way out. I’ll take care of it.”

  Ivan nodded, trying to affect the same disinterest Kaylee seemed to have no problem with. He buttoned his shirt and carefully tucked it into his slacks in order to give himself time to think. Then he turned and walked to the front door of the bar without a single glance over his shoulder.

  “Goodbye, Kaylee,” he called out. “Best of luck to you.”

  “And I hope you get your problems with those pesky government officials straightened out,” she returned. “Safe travels.”

  Ivan exited the bar and closed the door behind him feeling as though he were leaving something significant behind.

  Chapter Three

  Kaylee rolled over in her narrow cot and nearly face planted against the wall. The only positive thing that could be said about the tiny basement studio apartment she rented in Boston’s South End was that the subterranean space was never too hot or too cold. In pretty much every other regard the place was a dump.

  The sound of her upstairs neighbor’s clock radio blared to life. Kaylee blinked and sat up. The hundred dollar bills on her dresser were the only evidence that the night before had happened at all. The thought gave her a boost of energy. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  It only took minutes to pull on her scrubs, wash her face, and brush her teeth. If she were lucky, she’d make it to work just in time to snag some breakfast leftovers. If not, she would have to survive until lunch.

  The bus was getting ready to pull away from the curb when Kaylee smacked her hand on the door. “Please?” she yelled through the glass. “I know I’m late!”

  Calvin the bus driver opened the door for the two seconds it took Kaylee to get in, then put the bus in gear and lurched away from the curb. Kaylee barely managed to hang onto the rail while fishing for her bus pass in the pocket of her scrubs. Once she’d scanned the thing, she toppled into a seat.

  Fifteen minutes to work with people getting on and people getting off in the same rhythm of life Kaylee had been living for more than five years. Some days she was so bored she could cry. Today she felt almost numb. The memory of Ivan was fresh. She was almost afraid to take it out and examine it too closely.

  Getting off the bus gave her the same dread she’d felt since the first time she’d clapped eyes on Our Lady of Peace Nursing Facility. Back then she’d been searching for any kind of care for her mother as long as it was affordable. Now she just wished she could pay for something nicer.

  “Kaylee!” Nurse Gail Hodges waved Kaylee down as soon as she clocked in. “The director is looking for you.”

  “Yeah.” Kaylee perked up. “That’s all right. I’ve got th
e rest of her payment today.”

  “Girl?” Nurse Gail wrinkled her nose. “Did you knock over a liquor store last night or something?”

  Kaylee chuckled. “I work in a bar, remember. I managed to get some good tippers in.” Or at least one anyway.

  “Well look at you all hoity-toity then.” Nurse Gail put her hands on her hips and wiggled her butt. “Did you show a little leg or give them some cleavage?”

  “Both,” Kaylee joked. “Now I better get in there before I lose my job and get my ma kicked out.”

  Nurse Gail’s laughter followed Kaylee down the hallway. Director Peterson’s office door was open. Kaylee rapped three times and then stuck her head inside the small square room. The walls were painted a sick shade of yellow that reminded Kaylee of bedpans. The director claimed the color was calming to clients.

  “Kaylee?” Director Peterson smoothed her hair back into its no nonsense bun. “Come in. We need to discuss your delinquent account.”

  “Look, I know I’m behind on Ma’s payments, but I…”

  The director cut right in. “I hired you to work here three years ago because I knew you needed the financial help and because I know you are the sole provider for your mother’s care.” Director Peterson lifted her hand as though she were addressing a crowd and not just Kaylee. Her look of benevolent suffrage made Kaylee want to deck her. “But your account is nearly thirty days overdue.”

  “I know, and I…”

  “We simply cannot allow your mother to stay unless the account is paid in full.” Director Peterson heaved a long-suffering sigh of patently false regret. “You will have to make arrangements to move your mother today.”

  Kaylee pulled the hundred dollar bills from her pocket and tossed them down under the director’s nose. “There! I told you I would have it.”

  “Oh.” Director Peterson opened and closed her mouth several times as if she was trying to figure out what to say now that her whole speech had been rendered irrelevant. “Have you a plan to keep up with payments now?”

  “Of course,” Kaylee lied. She hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. Surely some solution would present itself. Eventually.

  “Then I’ll go ahead and adjust your mother’s records to reflect your new intentions to pay your bills on time.” Director Peterson’s pinched face wore a smile that said she didn’t believe for one second that Kaylee had somehow managed to get her hands on that kind of money.

  “Thank you.” Kaylee smiled sweetly at the director before turning on her heel and walking out of the piss yellow office. She did not feel calmer, despite being exposed to the color. In fact, at the moment she felt downright terrible.

  Kaylee went directly to her mother’s room on the first floor. The wing was painted a dull salmon color. It was probably meant to be cheery, but wasn’t. Kaylee’s mother was still in her room. Usually one of the other aides would be here now to help Ma dress and get into her wheelchair. Today that would be part of Kaylee’s duties.

  Snagging a piece of half eaten toast off her mother’s nearly untouched breakfast tray, Kaylee munched it down and stared at her mother. The dementia had already taken its toll on her mother’s mind. Now the Parkinson’s was slowly destroying her body. Kaylee would do anything to ease her mother’s pain. Last night she’d gotten lucky with a customer who had tipped well. Of course Kaylee had also enjoyed every second of her time with Ivan the not-so-terrible. Sometimes forgetting real life for just a moment was the only thing that kept her going.

  ***

  “Ivan? Are you even listening to me?” Jonathan snapped, waving his hand in front of Ivan’s nose with irritating persistence. “You must find a way to stay in this country. You cannot continue to run the American side of the business from St. Petersburg. There are already whispers that your predecessor, Yakov Rossovich, is making plans to move against your interests.”

  Did Jonathan truly think Ivan did not grasp this? Ivan knew what the whispers were despite the fact that Yakov had sworn loyalty to him. Jonathan’s words seemed to suggest that Ivan was simpleminded. Ivan shot to his feet and glared down at the accountant who stood no more than five and half feet tall.

  Jonathan fell back a step. “I’m sorry. I mean no disrespect.”

  “And yet you continue to rail at me as though I have a choice in this matter.” Ivan narrowed his gaze at the little man. “I cannot threaten the American government into giving me a visa or legalizing my stay in this country.”

  “There are ways,” Jonathan began.

  Ivan sliced his palm through the air, effectively ending the argument. “I rather think the government realizes that my”—Ivan used exaggerated air quotes—“business is the illegal smuggling of antiquities in and out of their country to be sold on the black market.”

  “There are the gambling dens as well,” Jonathan pointed out with an accountant’s annoying penchant for detail. “And the online poker. Oh, and the illegal fights too.”

  Ivan raised an eyebrow. “More reasons your American immigration officials see no reason to extend my stay here.”

  “I know some people,” Jonathan mused. “We could get you a wife.”

  “Pardon?”

  Jonathan seemed to warm to his topic. “Well, by immigration law, if you marry a citizen you are allowed to stay and get a green card. Eventually you can gain citizenship.”

  “I’ve no desire to gain citizenship at the moment, thank you,” Ivan said drily. “However, you do pose an interesting solution.”

  Jonathan perked up. “I have a cousin. She’s not bad looking.”

  “Not bad looking,” Ivan repeated dubiously. An image of Kaylee naked on the table with his cock buried in her hot pussy came immediately to mind. “I think I’m quite capable of picking my own bride. Thank you.”

  “What?” Jonathan looked alarmed. “You don’t know anyone.”

  “Actually, I do.” Ivan took a glance at his watch. “I simply need to find her.”

  Leaving the accountant and his fish-faced look of shock behind, Ivan exited Jonathan’s Charles Street office for the sidewalk out front. It took only seconds to flag down a cab and send it careening toward the pub where he had met Kaylee the night before. If she wasn’t working, he was certain he could discover where she lived.

  Less than two hours later he watched the twilight fall while standing in an alcove across the street from a narrow apartment building. He could see that the building had once been a single family home in more prosperous days, now divided into multiple units. His Kaylee apparently occupied the basement room. Perhaps this would have bearing on his offer.

  Another thirty minutes passed before Ivan spotted Kaylee trudging down the sidewalk in the direction of her building. Ivan sucked in a deep breath and crossed the street. It occurred to him that he had not even begun to think about what it was he wanted to say.

  “Ivan?”

  She took note of him before he’d fully decided what he wanted to say. At least her surprise seemed to be just that. She appeared shocked, but not disgusted. That was progress.

  “I have a business proposition for you.” Ivan chose the blunt approach.

  Kaylee blinked and he could see how weary she was. Finally she covered a yawn with her hand. “Why don’t you just come in for a minute? If I don’t sit, I’ll fall.”

  Ivan pursed his lips. “It really isn’t safe to ask strange men into your home.”

  “Last night I let a strange man between my legs,” she said sarcastically. “I think letting you see the inside of my apartment is less of a risk.”

  Ivan had nothing to say to that. He followed her down a short flight of cement steps to the basement entrance. Once upon a time the door had probably been a servant’s entry. The idea didn’t sit well with Ivan. Kaylee was better than this.

  Kaylee flipped a switch and one dim bulb sputtered to life overhead. She flopped down on a cot and gestured for him to take the only chair in the space. To call the living space shabby would be an overstatement.

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nbsp; “Now.” She propped her chin on her hand. “What is this proposition you want to ask me about?”

  “I propose a marriage arrangement between the two of us.” Ivan could not even begin to imagine how this must sound to her, but he forged ahead. “I believe I mentioned certain barriers to my staying in this country.”

  “Ah, so you want to use the old marriage for a green card solution,” she mused. “I suppose that makes sense for you. However I fail to see how it makes sense for me.”

  “I will pay you a million dollars, US currency of course.”

  “Of course,” she murmured.

  Ivan realized he was rushing and forced himself to slow down. “The money would be payable just as soon as the marriage takes place.”

  “And how long does our—marriage—need to last?”

  “Until I no longer need to be in the US for business reasons.” He realized he was being vague, but for a million dollars did it really matter?

  “Let’s say that this marriage would last for a year,” Kaylee suggested. “And if you need the relationship to last longer than that, it will cost you half a million dollars per additional year.”

  As he had the night before, Ivan got the feeling Kaylee was far savvier than she appeared. She had neatly boxed him in without even appearing to try to do so. He could appreciate good business stratagem when it was applied.

  “Well?” Kaylee yawned again. She gave no outward appearance to suggest she was either excited or apprehensive about this agreement. “I suppose I can give you a night to think it over if you want. But I need you to do that elsewhere because I’m tired and I have to get up early again tomorrow.”

  “I accept your deal.” Ivan stood up. “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the prenuptial agreement to reflect those terms.”

  “Shall we say a wedding this weekend?” Kaylee suggested. “You know, torrid love affair ends in a hasty marriage between two people mad about each other. At least that’s how we’ll have to sell it to immigration.”