Russian Mobster's Arranged Wife

by Rose, Bella

  “No.” He chuckled. “Only I think it might be better if we straighten out the parameters of this marriage while our brains aren’t fogged over with incredible sex.”

  “You think sex with me is incredible?” She couldn’t help but puff up a little at hearing that.

  Ivan murmured something in Russian that made her belly clench with desire. She had no clue what he was saying, but it sounded pretty damn sexy. Kaylee wound her arms around his neck and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe. She drank him in, nibbling his lips before moving to his jawline and then the lobes of his ears.

  His restraint was pretty magnificent, though she could feel the hardness of his erection between them like an iron rod. Kaylee let her hip wiggle just a bit as she slid closer to him on the couch. As she brushed his cock, he hissed and squirmed as though she had burned him.

  “When you decide what you want to do,” Kaylee said, getting up from the couch. “You know where to find me.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Ivan couldn’t sleep. His mind kept returning to the issue of Kaylee’s loyalty or lack thereof. Finding her pawing through his desk and willing to fork over documents to Pershing in order to further her own interests did not set well with him.

  Finally after tossing and turning for over an hour, he got up. He belted his robe about his waist and glanced back at Kaylee. She looked so innocent lying there in the bed with one arm thrown up over her head. She was a beautiful woman and a dangerous one as well. He needed to remember that no matter how she seemed to affect him, she had her reasons for entering their marriage.

  Aloysha met Ivan on the second floor landing. The man seemed to peel away from the darkness as if he were a shadow come to life. Ivan held up a hand and gestured to his office. “I thought I’d get some work done since I cannot sleep.”

  Aloysha nodded his head and fell into step behind Ivan. The two men entered Ivan’s office together, Aloysha taking up position by the door and Ivan slumping into his chair. His head spun around in circles, wondering why he was so stuck on the notion of Kaylee’s regard.

  Aloysha cleared his throat. “I take it you know that Kaylee was going through your desk earlier tonight?” he said in Russian.

  “You didn’t think to mention this before now?”

  Aloysha shrugged. “After we saw her snooping, we saw you. I figured you either knew or had caught her at it.”

  “Do you trust her?” Ivan wanted to know.

  “It doesn’t matter if I trust her.”

  “But you must have an opinion on the subject,” Ivan continued in Russian for privacy’s sake.

  “The two of you entered into this relationship with very specific needs in mind,” Aloysha reasoned. “It would be foolish to think that any of that has changed simply because you seem to like each other.”

  “I cannot tell how she feels about me,” Ivan griped. “One second she’s warm and welcoming, the next she’s prickly.”

  “She’s a woman,” Aloysha said drily. He stiffened suddenly, raising his hand to his earpiece. “Mischa is at the door. He has a message.”

  “From who?” Ivan glanced at the clock. “It’s nearly three in the morning.”

  Aloysha snapped something into his comm link and then turned his attention back to Ivan. “He’s on his way up.”

  Mischa’s heavy tread on the stairs was unmistakable. The man had been running illegal fights for Ivan as long as he’d been doing business in South Boston, but Mischa’s history with the Russian crime rings in Boston went back many years before his association with Ivan. The tall, broad Russian had been born in the US and spoke with a heavy Bostonian accent instead of the typical Eastern European flavor of the rest of Ivan’s men.

  “Boss,” Mischa said, dipping his head in deference. “I came as soon as I heard you’d married Kaylee Mulnix.”

  A sour taste filled Ivan’s mouth. “Is that right?”

  “Yes.” Mischa looked nervous, fidgeting uncomfortably on Ivan’s expensive rug. “You know I go way back with some of the other families.”

  “Yes.” Ivan was beginning to think this moment had the ability to shift everything he knew about Kaylee.

  “When Dorrie Mulnix was young, she was quite the looker,” Mischa explained. “She used to hang out at some of our clubs in Southie. Rossovich was pretty fond of owning clubs, you know?”

  Ivan didn’t like where this was going at all. “Continue.”

  “So it’s pretty well accepted around town that Kaylee is Yakov Rossovich’s by–blow, if you know what I mean.” Mischa scratched the back of his neck, looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute. “Not that she’s ever been acknowledged by Yakov. He was a bit of a skirt chaser back in the day. Rumor has it that he’s got more kids than sense in that department. But he and Dorrie lived together for about a year before she got herself in the family way.”

  Ivan ground his teeth together. “So Yakov was nice enough to throw her out once she got pregnant, is that it?”

  “Pretty much.” Mischa bobbed his head up and down. “I’m sorry, Boss. If I had known you were marrying Kaylee I would have said something sooner. I just heard the news earlier tonight after the fight wrapped up, but I couldn’t leave in the middle of things and I felt like this was something I needed to say in person. Right?”

  “Exactly,” Ivan agreed. “Does anyone else know about this?”

  “I don’t know that anyone has put two and two together.” Mischa screwed up his face in thought. “Kaylee tends bar down at that pub, but people just know her as Kaylee. Like I said, Yakov didn’t even claim her. Maybe she don’t know herself.”

  Ivan didn’t even bother to comment on that point. She knew. He knew she did. It made so much sense. There were things she hadn’t said and things she knew that became clear when viewed through this lens.

  But Ivan didn’t need to share this with Mischa. “Thank you,” Ivan told the man. “Aloysha will show you out.”

  “Thanks, Boss.” Mischa nodded, looking relieved.

  It occurred to Ivan that the man had thought there would be retribution of some sort for this failure to disclose information. Fortunately for Mischa, Ivan wasn’t in the habit of punishing his men for failure to perform tasks that weren’t their responsibility in the first place.

  “Aloysha,” Ivan began quietly. “I’m going up to bed and I won’t be back down until morning.”

  Aloysha didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Ivan left the two men in his study and headed for the stairs and hopefully for some answers.

  KAYLEE SAT BOLT upright in bed. Her heart hammered against her ribs and she could barely catch her breath. Something had startled her out of a sound sleep, but she was almost too groggy to register what it was.

  “I asked how long you planned to wait before telling me that Yakov Rossovich is your father,” Ivan said in a razor sharp voice.

  She struggled to find words, but her head was spinning. She’d known this would wind up blowing up in her face. Hindsight told her she should have been up front with Ivan from the beginning, but it wasn’t like she and Yakov hung out together. She’d never spoken to the man.

  “Kaylee, I need answers and I need them now,” Ivan snapped.

  “I don’t have answers,” she retorted. His tone was pissing her off. “I don’t even know what you want me to say. My mother had horrible taste in men and usually found one to take care of her. Yakov Rossovich has never claimed me as his own. I’ve never even talked to the man. To my knowledge he hasn’t given my mother money or even spoken to her since she got pregnant and he threw her out.”

  “So that played no part in your decision to marry me?” Ivan pressed.

  “No!”

  “Remember when you asked me who stood to gain the most if the Irish got rid of me?” Ivan’s expression was a cold mask. This was not the man she knew. This was the man who could order a hit without batting an eyelash.

  Kaylee struggled to recall that conversation. It was late. She was tired. And it se
emed as though the words he spoke had happened a century ago. “Yes. I think so,” she finally managed to speak past the lump of dread in her throat.

  “Yakov Rossovich is the one who stands to gain the most if the Feds manage to remove me from my position.” Ivan’s voice was flat.

  Kaylee had no response for this information. She hadn’t realized that Yakov still had any backing. Actually, she hadn’t even known if he was still alive. Apparently he was. Not that she would be running over to his place with a Father’s Day card in hand.

  She took a deep breath, finally gathering herself together enough to rationalize. “What do you want me to say?”

  “I don’t know what I want you to say!” He thrust his fingers through his hair as though he might rip it out by the roots. “About the time I think I understand what’s going on between the two of us, something else happens and I’m back to thinking I would be better off keeping you at arm’s length.”

  She laughed bitterly. “We’re both victims of our own motives then, aren’t we?”

  “What?”

  “You wanted a wife because you needed to stay in this country,” she reminded him. “And me? I needed money to care for my mother.” Kaylee wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on top. “And if I’m honest, I should just admit that I was really tired of living on the edge of disaster every freaking second. I’m tired of being poor.”

  Ivan sank down onto the edge of the bed. “I suppose you’re right in a way.”

  “That we can’t trust each other?” Kaylee didn’t say the rest; if they couldn’t find trust, their relationship wasn’t going to last long.

  “No.” He reached out and very gently touched her knee. “The crazy thing is that I want to trust you, Kaylee. I want a lot of things, most of which I never expected. I thought I was satisfied until I met you.”

  “That doesn’t sound particularly flattering.”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t know what I was missing. Then I met you and I realized that I was weary of my life. You challenge me every day. You tell me no and you do your own thing when you want to. That’s new for me.” His self-deprecating smile was bizarrely charming. “I think I needed that.”

  “I needed you too,” Kaylee whispered. “I was so concerned over just getting by that I forgot what it meant to actually live.”

  Ivan moved closer on the bed. Kneeling, he leaned in and very gently kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

  “You have a bad temper,” she reminded him. “I’m learning that. Although it does seem to be a quick burn.”

  “You want to know something that’s not a quick burn?” He gave her a long, slow once over.

  “What?” Kaylee couldn’t believe how turned on she was. What was this insane urge to have makeup sex?

  His breath whispered over her face as he kissed her cheeks. “I want you so badly, Kaylee.”

  “Yeah?” Should she be forgiving him this quickly? Probably not.

  “Yeah.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ivan rolled Kaylee to her back and kissed her deeply. The tiny noises she made in the back of her throat inflamed him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and scored his scalp with her nails. The sensation was exquisite. Wanting her wasn’t just a physical thing. He loved to be with her. He loved her unique sense of humor and her fierce independence. She was more than he’d dreamed of and she was here in his bed.

  Kaylee wore nothing but an old T-shirt and a pair of panties. Ivan slid his hand underneath the hem of her shirt to cup her breast. She squirmed at the attention, pushing the fullness of its warmth into his hand. Ivan squeezed gently before thumbing her nipple into a tight little point. He rolled the bud between his thumb and index finger until she gasped and arched her back. The sexy sight made him want more.

  Ivan unfastened his robe and shoved it out of the way. He wanted to feel Kaylee’s skin next to his. Tugging her shirt up and over her head, he threw it aside. She gazed up at him and he could see trust in her eyes. It meant so much to him to see such a thing after all they’d been through together.

  Lowering his mouth to her breast, he took her nipple between his teeth. He bit gently, quickly sucking to take the sting away. She moaned beneath him and grabbed his head to pull him closer. Ivan chuckled and gave her what she asked for. He took as much of her breast into his mouth as he dared. He pulled hard until she was shaking and gasping beneath him.

  “Ivan!” she screamed. “I want to come. Please touch me.”

  Continuing to pay attention to her nipples, he let his hand slide down over her ribs to the curve of her hip. He loved how soft her skin was there. The delicacy was such a contrast with the strength of her.

  She was hot between her legs. He could feel the heat before his fingers gently brushed the coarse hair of her mound. His cock was throbbing, and he couldn’t help but anticipate the moment he would slide between her legs and enter her body. But for now he wanted to bring her pleasure.

  Letting his fingers playfully slide between the full lips of her sex, Ivan found Kaylee’s clit. He circled the taut nub until he could feel everything below her waist clench hard. She was so close. He could feel it in her desperate breathing and in her muscles strung tight around him.

  “Oh God. Ivan. I’m coming. I’m coming!”

  Ivan groaned as Kaylee’s pussy melted around his fingers. The liquid heat of her was exquisite. Her cream soaked his hand and he could barely force himself to wait to plunge his cock inside her.

  “Ivan,” she groaned, drawing out his name until he was sure she was nearly sobbing with her need.

  “What do you need, my love?” he murmured.

  “Fuck me, Ivan. I want you so bad.”

  Ivan rolled Kaylee to her back and settled himself between her legs. He forced himself to wait just a moment. He wanted to soak in the sight of her. Hair tousled, lips swollen from his kisses, and eyes hazy with unfettered passion showed him that if nothing else, he could trust this. Everything she was giving him right now was absolutely genuine.

  Finally Ivan reached between them and fit the head of his cock to her cream soaked opening. He penetrated her slowly. Gaining depth in tiny increments, he felt her tightly clenched inner muscles yield sweetly to him. The sensation drove him mad with desire. This was his woman, no matter all the insanity that seemed to plague their lives.

  “Kaylee, look at me,” Ivan ordered.

  Her gaze met his as he began surging into her body. The friction he felt with each press and retreat was incredible. He loved the way she opened for him. And watching her face as each wave of pleasure overtook her was deeply satisfying in a way that transcended everything.

  Heat gathered at the base of his spine and Ivan knew he was going to come. There was no holding back the need to spill his seed inside Kaylee and mark her as his. Ivan arched his back and ground his hips deeply as he plunged inside her body. The root of his cock brushed against the hood of her clit. The sensation was all it took to send Kaylee careening toward another orgasm.

  She cried out, closing her eyes and moaning as she clenched tight around his cock. The pressure on Ivan’s shaft was too much to resist. He climaxed in a wet rush of warm fluids. His arms began to shake and he worried he would crush Kaylee. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled to his side, his cock still buried in her soft pussy as held her securely in his arms.

  “Ivan,” she whispered. “I sometimes think we’re going to drive each other nuts, but damn we’re good in bed. Huh?”

  Ivan laughed and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She delighted him in so many ways. He nuzzled her neck until she giggled. “Yes. I think we will always have makeup sex to keep us together.”

  “Ivan,” Kaylee began slowly. “What if we had other stuff to keep us together?”

  “Such as?” He wondered where she was going with this. Her tone suggested she had something very specific in mind.

  KAYLEE CONSIDERED THEIR collective problems from several different angles. She w
as warm and sated, and for the first time in forever she felt like she could handle what was coming to her.

  “So,” she said, letting her fingers trail over his chest. “How much do you think Liam Shaunessy would like to see you booted out of Boston?”

  “What makes you so certain that’s what he wants?”

  “Look at the facts,” Kaylee suggested. “Do you really think he doesn’t know what’s going on with his grandson? I know he talked to Pershing, but what do you want to bet that while Shaunessy doesn’t approve of the methods, he does approve the goal?”

  Ivan made a low noise of irritation in his throat. “So you think Shaunessy wants me out and Yakov back in?”

  “Would it make his life easier?” Kaylee held her breath. She already knew the answer. The tension in Ivan’s body told her what she needed to know.

  “So what do you suggest?”

  Kaylee sat up. “I think it’s time to go pick up my ma from her care facility.”

  “What?” Ivan looked confused.

  “Call Aloysha and have him bring the car around. I’ll call one of the nurses at Our Lady and offer her a fat bonus to come sit with my mom for a few days.” Kaylee had to admit that as crazy as this plan sounded, it also felt doable. “We can send your men to the twenty-four hour pharmacy for stuff if we need it, but we’re going to put my ma in that room on the first floor with the daybed.”

  “Kaylee, what purpose does this serve?” Ivan was looking at her as though she’d snapped.

  “If we move her now, nobody will know. More importantly, Pershing won’t know.” Kaylee poked him. “Can you get a move on? There’s a lot more to do after we move Ma, and we’re wasting time.”

  Ivan chuckled as he rolled out of bed. “I suppose I should have guessed by now that it’s pointless to question you when it comes to a plan.”

  “Damn right,” Kaylee said with satisfaction.

  ***

  Kaylee bit back a curse as she bumped her elbow on an oxygen machine. The thing had been making a whirring noise and now it settled into a steady, ear-shattering beep. Kaylee hurriedly pushed a series of buttons to make the contraption go back to a normal setting. There was no need to alert the entire facility that she and Ivan were about to jailbreak one of the residents.