by Bella Rose
Mine.
* * *
Dani gasped with utter delight as she felt Josef enter her and claim her fully as his own. She didn’t know why, but she was more sensitive to him. The tissues inside her body were flush with excitement and every slide of his cock across her inner muscles sent a tremor of pleasure through her body. Her nerves were on fire. Even her fingertips were tingling.
The way he touched her made her feel incredibly cherished. She was his woman. The child she carried was theirs. This was her man and she wanted to belong to him in every way.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. She smelled the spiciness of his sweat and the scent of their fluids, and it became a primal perfume that ramped up her desire even further. She wanted him. She wanted his seed inside her.
“Come for me again, Dani,” he growled. “Make me your man. Show me.”
The erotic demand pushed her over the edge. She closed her eyes and felt the overwhelming bliss of orgasm as her body clenched tight around his cock. Waves of delight made her moan and squeal as she thrust back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
She felt him grow harder inside her. The friction increased until every movement was agony and ecstasy rolled into one. She needed this. Arching her back, she felt the angle of his entry alter just enough to push her dangerously high once again.
“Josef!” she cried. “Come for me and make me yours!”
He snarled something in Russian and thrust hard. He wrapped both arms around her waist and held her tight as he pumped into her body. She fancied that she could actually feel the splash of cum inside her. She loved that feeling. It was as if he had marked her for his own in every way.
The two of them collapsed to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Josef nuzzled her neck, growling playfully. She giggled. It was like being high on him and she never wanted it to stop.
“You’re amazing,” she said on a sigh. “I don’t know what sex is like with other men, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re the industry sexpert.”
He gazed down into her face, his expression suddenly sober. “You don’t know…and you never will. I don’t want you to run about having sex with other men to determine who the best is.”
“I don’t have a desire to do that, thanks,” she told him with a laugh. “Are you worried?”
“Not necessarily.” He sighed. “I want to make it official between us, Dani. I want you to marry me. I want our child to have my name.”
She reached up and stroked his cheek with her fingertips. “You mean that you don’t want your child growing up as you did, without a father.”
“That too.”
“It doesn’t matter, you know,” she told him. “You are who you are because of your own accomplishments and nothing else. That’s an incredible thing.”
“Do you really believe that?” His jaw hardened as he stared off into space. “Every one of the Mikalevich men has their position because their fathers served your grandfather, or your father. I was nothing but Mikhail’s hanger-on.”
“My papa trusts you,” she said quietly. “That means much in our world. Even I know that.” She thought about what he was saying. “You’re the one who will make my attempt at leadership legitimate, Josef. The men trust you. They may have loyalty to me, but you’re the one they would follow into danger.”
Josef gently touched her face. The tenderness she felt in the contact nearly took her breath away. “I would never want them to follow you into danger, my love. I would never want you to be in danger in the first place.”
“I know that, Josef. You’re missing the point.” She wrinkled her nose, making a face at him. “They trust you. They always have. Even when you were young, I could see how the rest of the men deferred to your judgment. You are brave and honest. You’re a badass in a fight, and even when you’re not trying to hurt someone, you manage to subdue them effectively. Do you believe anyone else would have let my idiotic brother live tonight?”
“Mikhail is like a brother to me,” Josef told her.
She brushed a kiss over his lips. “I know that. And you respected that bond even when he didn’t.”
“So will you be mine?” he asked suddenly. “Will you marry me and make me the happiest of men?”
“Hmm, I suppose I might be induced to the altar.” Then she gave him a look of mock horror. “Oh my God! What are we going to tell Igor Rusnak? He’ll be so heartbroken that I’ve decided not to marry him.”
“I think I’ll let Mikhail be the one to deliver that message,” Josef said grimly. “He was the one to make a promise he had no right to make. He can fix it.”
Dani giggled. “I feel like there’s an element of revenge in that.”
“Maybe.” He gave her a mischievous grin. “Or maybe I’m planning to use the marriage angle to find out exactly what Mikhail was planning behind our backs.”
A sudden pall made Dani shiver. “Are we going to be all right?”
“With the Rusnaks?” He stroked her hair, taking a strand between his fingers and holding it up to the rising light of dawn. “We’re going to be just fine, my love. We’re together. Mikhail is still alive. Your father’s health is failing, but we still have his strength of will and purpose.”
“Life is good,” she whispered. “As long as I get to marry the man I love.”
“Daniella Mikalevich,” he said with mock seriousness. “There’s very little chance of avoiding that. I’m thinking of getting a license today, and a wedding just as soon as the men can get their wives here to help us celebrate.”
“Ah,” she sighed. “A family wedding. Sounds like heaven.”
“Heaven indeed,” Josef agreed.
THE END
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Chapter One
Katie inhaled the warm fresh air. It was good to be home. It was late spring and everything in the city was coming alive. She couldn’t help but think that this might be a chance for her to start over fresh, even though she was coming back to a place that hadn’t been home for nearly five years.
“Ready?” Katie held the Frisbee aloft, waving it in the air. Her Australian Shepard dog, Max, crouched low, his gaze locked on the prize. “Go get it!”
Katie threw the Frisbee as hard as she could. The dog sprinted after the toy, running so quickly that his legs seemed to be a blur. Max was the one good thing Katie had to show for the last five years. He was her companion, and probably the only male she would ever want in her life.
She looked around the park, taking in the peaceful scene. Children played on swings and hung on the jungle gym. Mothers sat together with strollers, chatting to pass the time. It was idyllic and it reminded Katie of growing up not far from there. She and her friends had come to this park often.
Max skidded to a stop in front of Katie, dropping the Frisbee and giving her a doggie grin. She patted his silky blue-and-white fur before bending down to pick up the toy. She went through the same ritual again. Max was wiggling with excitement by the time she flung the Frisbee with all her might.
A big gust of wind kicked up just as the Frisbee hit the zenith of its path across the open field. Max automatically changed his trajectory, but the new path took him far out of Katie’s sight.
“Max!” she called to her dog, but he was obviously determined to get the Frisbee, no matter where it was going.
Unable to see her dog anymore, Katie began to panic. She sprinted after him. Carefully navigating the uneven grass, she rounded a copse of trees and stopped short. Max was standing beside a tall, broad-shouldered man in jeans and a white T-shirt. The cotton s
tretched tight over the man’s biceps and chest. He had dark, unruly hair that hung nearly to his shoulders and a scar that bisected the right side of his mouth.
The man was holding the Frisbee in his hands as though he’d caught it. Looking around, the guy then squatted down next to her dog. He pawed Max’s fur, presumably looking for a collar. Katie licked her lips nervously. She didn’t like the idea of talking to some strange man standing next to an unmarked white van in a deserted parking lot near the back entrance of the park. But there was no way she was leaving Max behind.
“Excuse me!” Katie yelled, jogging toward the strange man. “Please leave my dog alone.”
“I nearly got smacked in the head with this.” The man waved the Frisbee in the air. “Then your furry friend here showed up.”
“Just give him his toy and he’ll come right back,” Katie assured the stranger.
The man stroked the silky hair on Max’s chest. “He’s a beautiful dog.”
“And he’s mine.” She wasn’t going to pull any punches here. If the guy tried to steal her dog, she was screaming bloody murder until someone called the cops. She pulled out her phone. “Please let him go, or I’m going to call the authorities.”
“There’s no need to do that, Katie,” the man said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Maybe it was the way he said her name, with a faint but still discernible Russian accent, but recognition hit hard and fast. Katie lifted her hand to her chest in surprise. “Viktor?”
“The one and the same,” he said with a smile.
Katie ventured closer. Just because it was Viktor didn’t mean he was safe to approach. Viktor had been dangerous at the best of times, and a disaster at the worst. He had broken her heart. Although she sometimes wondered if he even realized it.
“What are you doing here?” Katie asked hesitantly, getting close enough to see the details of his familiar face. The scar was new. She wondered how he’d come by it.
Viktor looked away, a sure sign that he didn’t really intend to tell her the truth. “I’m just meeting some people. It’s a business thing.”
“Business,” Katie scoffed. “Are you doing the same kind of business you were doing before I left?”
“Perhaps.”
He was staring at her. She fidgeted beneath his regard. “Why are you staring?”
“You’re more beautiful than I remember.” His smile caused her stomach to do an unwelcome flip-flop. “How long have you been back in town?”
“Just a week.”
Viktor held the Frisbee out to her. “I never intended to hurt your dog.” He absently stroked Max’s ears. “It’s strange, but when I saw him I thought of you.”
“Me?”
“Of course. You had one just like him when we were in high school. Do you remember?” His soft smile touched her. Viktor had spent hours throwing a tennis ball for Marley.
“Did you ever get your own dog?” she asked, cocking her head to one side and gazing at him with curiosity. “I remember that was the one thing you said you were going to do no matter what.”
“I suppose I haven’t gotten around to it yet,” he told her ruefully. “It’s strange, but being an adult is a little bit different than I thought it would be.”
“You can say that again,” she agreed. “I left town thinking I was going away to something bigger and better.”
“And?”
“It was the same old job and the same life, just in a different place.” She sighed, twisting the Frisbee in her hands to keep them occupied.
“What took you so long to come back then?” he wondered. “If it was the same?”
“I had to get rid of some baggage first.” Katie set her jaw. She really didn’t want to talk about Connor.
* * *
It was obvious to Viktor that there was a man involved in her story. It galled him to think of his Katie with anyone else, but she hadn’t been his in five long years.
“I always hoped you would come back,” he told her honestly. “Things just weren’t the same here without you.”
Katie cast a long glance at the van parked just behind him. Viktor quelled the urge to squirm. Then she pegged him with a hard stare. “It seems like things are exactly the same, Viktor.”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “Some things will never change.”
“Such as?” she challenged.
He gave her the warm smile he had never used on anyone but her. “How beautiful you are.”
Katie was beautiful in a very unique way. With her long auburn hair and gray eyes, she stood out in a crowd no matter where she went. She was also taller than most of the women he knew at six-foot-eight. Her figure was gently curved in all the right places, but lean and athletic as well. She was, and always had been, Viktor’s ideal woman.
“You always were a charmer.” She couldn’t hide the smile playing at the corners of her generous mouth.
He wanted to touch her badly, to see if her skin was still as soft as it had been five years ago. Instead, he was left to pet her dog. He scratched the animal behind his silky ears and waited for Katie to decide if she was going to let him be her friend or not.
“Do you hang out here and wait for your friends often?” Katie finally asked.
He shrugged. “Often enough, if I have a reason to. Why?”
“I come here every day and I’ve never seen you.” She looked suspicious.
Viktor snorted. “I suppose I’ll be coming to the park every day at this time then, to alleviate your suspicions of my bad behavior.”
“I’m sorry.” Her pretty features arranged themselves into an expression of regret. “I don’t mean to make you feel as if I don’t trust your motives, but well—I don’t really trust your motives anymore, Viktor.”
“I don’t suppose I can blame you for that.” He heard another vehicle approaching. Without even looking, he knew it was Sasha and Yakov, ready to make the exchange. He purposefully turned back toward his van. “I think I hear my friends coming, Katie. But I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She held the Frisbee out to entice her dog back to her side. The animal went willingly, following her with the sort of devotion she had always managed to inspire in any canine she met. Viktor smiled as he watched her begin her trek back toward the main part of the park.
“I suppose I’ll see you around,” she called over her shoulder.
“Yes. You most definitely will,” he murmured to himself.
A van creaked to a stop right beside his vehicle. It looked exactly like his but for the nondescript brown paint job. Two young men got out of the brown van and sauntered over.
Sasha pointed in the direction that Katie had gone. “Who was that? I’d like to get a piece of her!”
“Hey.” Yakov’s tone was thoughtful. “Wasn’t that Katie McClellan? I’d swear it was even though I haven’t seen her around in years.”
“Whoa,” Sasha said with an appreciative whistle. “The Katie McClellan? Like the one that had our boy Viktor all tied in knots for years?”
“You guys are pricks,” Viktor groused. “Can we just forget about the woman and focus on the job?”
“No way!” Yakov crowed. “If you’re trying to get us to forget about her, that means you’re still into her. That’s gold, man!”
“So this was the chick that he wanted to marry back in the day, right?” Sasha hadn’t actually been around back then. He’d come to town in the last year or so to work for his uncle Boris Karkoff. “I’ve heard people say that you actually proposed to her and she turned you down.”
“It was a long time ago,” Viktor said patiently. “Not worth discussing now.”
“So he says,” Sasha teased.
“Leave it.” Viktor didn’t bother disguising the threat in his voice.
Sasha held up his hands. “All right, all right. I’ll forget about it for now. But I want an invitation to the wedding.”
“Who said I was getting marrie
d?” Viktor frowned.
Sasha pointed in the direction that Katie had disappeared in. “Well if her body language is anything to go by, she’s way into you. Which means you have a shot at getting her back.”
“Her body language?” Viktor had never been very good at reading people. He was a very practical man. “You really think that’s what’s going on in her head?”
Sasha nodded his head. “I’m good at reading people, especially women. She’s into you, big time. Promise.”
“Careful, Viktor,” Yakov warned. “Remember that Mr. I’m Good at Reading Women is still single.”
“I’m single because I choose to be,” Sasha argued. “You just watch. If you find a way to get her alone, she’ll open up to you.”
“She comes to the park every day with that dog,” Viktor reasoned.
Sasha bobbed his head. “Sounds like you need to find a reason to be at the park every day.”
“Speaking of,” Yakov said, snapping his fingers. “We’re getting a little close to the deadline here. Don’t you think?”
Viktor walked around to the back of the brown van. He opened the door. Four very naked, very scared-looking young women looked back at him. His midsection lurched in disgust. He didn’t necessarily approve of trafficking mail-order brides and allowing them to be primarily used as sex slaves. But this wasn’t his shipment, his business, or even his choice. He got paid to do a job and that was it. It was the only thing he knew how to do—what he’d always done. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have welcomed an opportunity for something else.
Viktor’s thoughts returned to Katie. There was something he would most definitely like to do with the rest of his life.
Chapter Two
Katie glanced at the clock on the wall of the reception area in the tiny dental office where she worked as a receptionist. Her day was almost over. At three o’clock she would walk home, get Max, and go to the park. It should have been the same as every other day since she’d been back in town, but today was different.