Russian Mobster's Stolen Wife

by Bella Rose

  He held her sex open with his fingers. Her scent was perfect. It made his mouth water in anticipation. He blew gently on the warm flesh. She squirmed but didn’t try to close her legs. He could feel her anticipation in the way her muscles tensed. Then he gave her pussy a long lick from her opening to the hood of her clit. She moaned, long and low, and a gush of cream allowed him to eagerly lap up her juices.

  He found her clit with his tongue and worked the little nub until he could feel her inner muscles clench. Sliding a finger inside her opening, he gently rubbed the smooth pad of muscle just inside. She trembled with the first blush of an orgasm that was so close he could almost taste it.

  “Grigori, I can’t!” she gasped. “It’s too much.”

  She could, and he would show her.

  Adding a finger, he began to slide them in and out of her pussy in a quick, even rhythm. He spread his fingers apart, stretching her and making her cry out with surprised pleasure.

  “Come for me, Flynn. Right now.”

  Her eyes snapped open, their beautiful color even more intense with the brightness of arousal. Then he felt something give inside her body, and she screamed his name as she came.

  Grigori watched the rolling waves of orgasm overtake her and knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He twisted his fingers together inside her to prolong her pleasure. She writhed with the sensations, and he reveled in her surrender.

  FLYNN WAS ALMOST certain she had died and gone to heaven. She’d never felt anything as decadent or provocative as Grigori’s tongue on her clit. Then he added his fingers to her pussy, and she thought she might go mad with lust.

  Her body was in flames. Every muscle was strung so tight that she had never thought to be able to climax. But somehow the moment he had ordered her to come, everything inside her had demanded she obey without question.

  The euphoria began to subside just a little, and she reached for Grigori. His hand laced smoothly with hers as he covered her body with his. It was a deeply stirring moment. Their gazes met. He settled himself between her legs, and she felt the broad head of his cock press against her opening. She shifted, willingly giving him access and telling him that she belonged to him without reservations.

  The first surge of his cock inside her pussy was utterly satisfying. He filled her completely. She felt full to bursting with him and yet never wanted him to leave. Still, when he backed out only to plunge inside her once again, she gasped with joy. Each stroke sent a pulse of erotic pleasure through her body. Her nerve endings were alive with sensation, and she never wanted to stop.

  Grigori went slowly. She felt almost shy as she realized he was watching every expression on her face with complete fascination. Then he lowered his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue between her lips. Their mouths mimicked the motion of their bodies. The intensity increased until she thought she might shatter with it.

  Heat bubbled up inside her, sending a thrill to the tips of her fingers and toes. She lifted her legs to give him deeper access to her pussy. The new angle sent the root of his cock skidding across her clit, and Flynn was lost.

  She came with a ragged cry. It was as if she had been struck by lightning. She burned for him, belonged to him utterly. He watched for only a moment longer before his own orgasm sent him over the edge of reason.

  His face grew taut with passion as he thrust hard and held himself deeply within her body. She felt the heat of his release as his seed poured inside her womb. She thought briefly of their earlier discussion about children and felt the first shred of excitement in the possibilities that lay ahead for them.

  GRIGORI ROLLED TO his side to avoid crushing Flynn. He settled himself beside her on the bed and rained little kisses all over her face, neck, and chest. She giggled, and the sound made him bizarrely content.

  Someone knocked on the bedroom door.

  “Go away!” Grigori growled.

  “Sorry to interrupt.” It was Anson.

  Flynn gave an irritated grunt. “We’re a little busy, Anson. Later please?”

  “I wish I could, but there’s some lady from immigration services at the front door.” Anson paused, very likely wishing he could be anywhere but outside their door right now. “Should I tell her to go away or shoot her?”

  Grigori and Flynn stared at each other. Immigration was on their doorstep, now? Grigori opened his mouth to tell Anson to get rid of the woman, but Flynn grabbed his arm.

  “Let her in,” Flynn suggested. “If we go down there looking freshly fucked, then there will be nothing about our marriage for them to argue with.”

  He thought about her suggestion for the span of two breaths and then laughed. “You are one brazen woman, my love.”

  “Only because I have to be in order to keep up with you.” She rolled out of bed, pushing her tousled hair out of her eyes. “How do I look?”

  “Like you just rolled out of bed.”

  “Perfect!” She pulled on his discarded dress shirt, letting it hang down over her bare butt. Then she grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped it toga style around her body. She pointed to him. “Find a pair of sweats or something. No shirt.”

  “You got it.”

  And that was how they looked when they went downstairs.

  Anson was struck speechless for just a moment. Then he seemed to realize that he had a task to do. “The lady is in the front room.”

  “Thank you, Anson,” Flynn said warmly. “This should be fun.”

  “If you say so,” Grigori murmured.

  He couldn’t help but be impressed by his wife’s presence as she swept into the front room holding her blanket securely around her bare bottom. She gave the immigration officer a warm smile and held out her hand. “I do hope that you’ll excuse our lack of proper attire, but we didn’t realize you were coming today.”

  “You got an email.” The woman offered Flynn a card. “I’m Tabitha Bynes. I’ll be filling out the report regarding your recent marriage to Mr. Pasternak.”

  “Well then, I’m so glad to meet you, Ms. Bynes.” Flynn took the card.

  “Do you usually make it a habit to be in bed at two o’clock in the afternoon on a weekday?” The mousy Ms. Bynes looked down her nose at Flynn.

  Grigori hid a smile. He could have told Ms. Bynes that trying to intimidate Flynn would never work.

  His wife merely narrowed her gaze and turned up the heat. “We’re on our honeymoon, Ms. Bynes. We’ve only been married a matter of days. How else do you expect newlyweds to act?”

  Grigori slipped his arm around Flynn. “Calm down, my love. I’m sure Ms. Bynes isn’t questioning the validity of our marriage.” Then he offered a pleasant smile to the woman. “I apologize, but my wife has grown quite tired of people insinuating that we only married for the old green card status scam.”

  “I see.” Ms. Bynes’s cheeks flushed bright pink, and Grigori knew they had her. She drew herself up. “So you’re both saying that this is a love match?”

  FLYNN ALMOST LAUGHED. There was no doubt in her mind that she could have told a tale to poor Ms. Bynes that would have burned her little brain to ashes. But that wasn’t really the point.

  “It’s true that I haven’t known my husband very long, Ms. Bynes,” Flynn began. “But I love this man with all my heart. I’ve never known anyone stronger or more compassionate. He’s witty and charming, and sometimes he’s an ass.” She grinned up at Grigori. “But he’s a man, so we can surely forgive that, right?”

  Grigori tapped her nose and then kissed her forehead. “I appreciate the understanding, really.”

  The way he looked at her made everything else sort of disappear into the background. Not even Ms. Bynes mattered right now. Flynn forgot the immigration agent was there. She forgot about Anson, Igor, and Ivan. She forgot that they were in the living room. She forgot everything but the man who held her so gently.

  Gazing up into his unfathomable dark eyes, she traced his cheeks, chin, and nose with her fingert
ips. Then she buried her hands in his hair and drew his head down so she could kiss him. He didn’t protest, lazily exploring her mouth until the clearing of a throat recalled them to the moment.

  “I’m sorry—” Ms. Bynes seemed to stop as if she wasn’t quite certain what she was sorry for. “That is to say that I don’t mean to interrupt, or I suppose that I do. I believe I have enough for my report.” She bounced up out of her chair and began backing toward the door. “Please keep my card in case you need to reach me. Mr. Pasternak, your paperwork should arrive in seven to ten business days. Please fill out the necessary forms and submit them in a timely manner.”

  “Are you leaving already?” Flynn put her hand to her chest. “I feel so rude. Why, I haven’t even offered you a glass of tea, Ms. Bynes.”

  “Oh, that’s not necessary at all.” The woman was already halfway out the door. “I believe I’ve interrupted your—er—honeymoon for long enough. I’ll just let you two get back to your—well, your vacation activities.”

  “Thank you!” Flynn called after her. “It was wonderful to meet you!”

  As soon as the front door was closed, Grigori swept her off her feet and into his arms. He gave her a hard kiss and started for the stairs. “I don’t know about you, but I’m more than ready to resume our vacation activities.”

  Flynn cupped his dear face in her hands. “Then we’d better hurry, because I don’t want to miss a single moment.”

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Lily held her breath as she sat on the steps. The old staircase was known to creak and groan at the slightest shift in weight. Right now, Lily couldn’t afford to let the men downstairs know that she was listening in. Her father would surely be angry, which would probably lead him to use the belt. Lily didn’t want the belt. Her backside still hurt from the thrashing she’d received the night before, after she’d been caught daydreaming and burned Papa’s dinner.

  “I don’t have anything else to give you,” her father was saying.

  Another man sat in the kitchen with Papa. He looked terrifying to Lily. He was tall with broad shoulders and hair that was so blond it almost looked white. He lounged at the table like a lazy lion. In his hand he held a knife that he flipped end over end without ever cutting himself.

  “I’m not sure if your offering will cover the debt, Ivan.” The man stared at her Papa as though he were a worm. “Besides, what sort of man pays his gambling debts in human trade?”

  “She’s a good girl,” Papa argued. “She’s pretty enough, and she’s a virgin. Surely there must be value in that.”

  Lily cringed in shock and horror. Papa was down there using her as a bargaining chip? She squeezed her eyes closed and tried not to panic. She would not go with the stranger and that would be that. She was her own person with rights and choices. Surely that counted for something?

  Knees trembling, Lily stood up and straightened the dress that one of her cousins had passed down to her. All of Lily’s things were castoffs from her many Pasternak cousins. Her mother might have been dead these ten years, but her family still tried to look out for Lily the best they could. Papa wouldn’t allow charity, but he didn’t consider secondhand goods to be charity. They were just other people’s trash turned to good use.

  The dress was ill fitting since Lily was taller than Katerina Pasternak, but at least Lily was clean. She padded down the stairs on her bare feet and gingerly entered the kitchen. Wringing her hands together, she searched for the courage to state her case. She didn’t want to leave Papa’s house just to become a slave to a stranger. Papa might not be the nicest person all of the time, but this was the only home she had ever known.

  “Girl, what are you doing in here?” Papa demanded roughly.

  Lily glanced up at his frazzled red beard and wild hair. Ivan Denisovich could have never been called a handsome man, but her mama had told her that he provided for them and that was all that they could ask. Now she took a deep breath and prepared to beg for her place. “I don’t want to go with this man, Papa.”

  “Is that so?” Her papa laughed outright. “And what makes you think there is a choice involved?”

  The question caught Lily off guard. Surely everyone had a choice in such matters? “I have rights.” The words didn’t come out as firmly as she would have liked.

  “You don’t got nothing,” her papa spat. “You eat my food and cost me plenty of money. Now you’re going to pay me a price for the trouble you’ve been.”

  Lily felt the sting of tears and wondered why. She had stopped crying long ago. It never did any good. In fact, she suspected that Papa enjoyed it when she begged him not to hit her.

  “Papa, please?”

  “Stop calling me that!” he roared. “I’m not your papa.”

  Lily had opened her mouth to speak, but snapped it shut again.

  The blond man looked mildly interested. “Whose bastard is she then?”

  “Her mother was pregnant when we got married. Her other husband got himself killed in a raid down at the docks while he was working for your father.” Papa gestured to Lily. “Then when Maria died, she left me with this brat to feed and clothe.”

  “Doesn’t look like you’re doing much of that.” The blond man’s eyes looked over Lily from head to toe. “How old are you, girl?”

  She lifted her chin and forced herself not to react to the humiliation. “Nineteen.”

  “She’s pretty enough,” the blond man mused. “But she’s skinny as a rail. I’ll have to put some meat on her.”

  Then the blond man reached out and cupped Lily’s breast. She froze in astonishment. His touch was incredibly gentle. She had never been touched like that before. Occasionally her papa—Ivan, she corrected herself—tried to grope her chest, but that was only when he was drunk. Otherwise he never tried anything like that. And Ivan’s groping had never felt like this.

  Confusion swept over Lily. The stranger’s thumb brushed across her nipple. The sensation made her give a little shudder that she felt all the way down below her belly. The traitorous body part grew plump and swollen at the stranger’s bidding. He traced the nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Her internal response was terrifying. How could he draw such a reaction from her?

  Fear got Lily moving. She pushed the stranger’s hand away from her breast and crossed her arms over her chest. Papa started shouting, but Lily was too bewildered by her reaction to the stranger for her to move away quickly enough.

  Papa’s fingers bit into the flesh of Lily’s arm. She cried out as the pain ripped through her haze and brought her forcefully back to the moment. He shook her like a rag doll. Her teeth clacked together and she thought her brain might be rattled to pieces.

  “You no-good whore!” Papa shouted.

  Lily closed her eyes as he swung her around until the kitchen table pushed into her belly. She struggled now, because she knew what was coming. It made no difference. It was like fighting the tide. He had her bent, his heavy arm across the small of her back as he forced her down while yanking her dress up to expose the backs of her thighs.

  “No, Papa!” she sobbed. “No!”

  Another blond man stepped from the shadows. Lily thought that she might have become so addled that she was seeing double. Then he stood tall and glared at her papa. “That will be enough.”

  * * *

  Nicolai gazed at the scene playing out before him. Ivan was plainly ignoring Nicolai. He didn’t care whether or not the girl was Ivan’s daughter. He didn’t approve of the man’s treatment of the poor girl. Ivan had offered her up as tra
de on a debt he owed to the Pasternaks. It was obvious that the little waif had been sorely mistreated. The backs of her legs were striped with welts from a previous beating.

  “Stop,” Vladimir commanded. “Desist this ridiculous behavior against a woman one-quarter your size. What sort of man treats a woman this way? Especially when he has offered her to another man as payment on a debt owed?”

  Nicolai raised a brow at his brother. Vladimir was his identical twin, but that was where the similarity ended. Nicolai could not imagine why Vlad would care about the fate of one female. Yet now he appeared to be fully engaged. There was nothing for it but to let things play out and see where Vladimir’s unpredictable mood swings landed. Nicolai bit his tongue and forced himself to watch in silence.

  Vladimir raised an eyebrow as Ivan stopped trying to get his belt free. The man abruptly let go of Lily. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily but not crying. Nicolai found this fascinating. Lily was most certainly afraid. Yet she had the presence of mind not to give in to the emotion and let it carry her logic away. Considering her circumstances, he was damned impressed.

  Vladimir squatted down and looked her right in the eye. “My name is Vladimir.”

  “Are there two of you? Or am I seeing double?” Lily asked in a confused whisper.

  Vladimir cast a glance over his shoulder. “That is my brother, Nicolai. Don’t mind him. He’s simply come along for the ride.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “Don’t worry about that. You will come with us. You belong to your papa no longer.”

  “I belong to no man,” she retorted.

  Nicolai smiled. There was fire in her after all. He doubted any woman had ever dared speak to Vladimir in that tone. Vlad looked surprised, and maybe a little miffed. That sort of behavior didn’t go over well in his household.