But that look on her face when he gave her the choice to reject the clothes he would send her, it had gutted him. It was like he had given her the greatest gift she had ever received. Better than jewels or money. Better than giving her a mansion filled with servants. His throwaway statement had given her something she had never before experienced in her entire existence. Choice.
It nearly brought him to his knees. He knew he wasn’t giving her a real choice. He wouldn’t let her go. He couldn’t. If he let her go, she would rip out his heart. Worse, she would take Jin with her. And the little demon child had become as much a part of his soul as her mother. He couldn’t survive the loss. Yet, after seeing the look on her face when he allowed her to choose her own clothes, how could he not allow her to leave if that was her choice?
Boris walked into his office, slammed the door shut and put his fist through the wall next to the bookshelf. He roared in anger, pulling his fist out. Two of his soldiers came through the door, weapons drawn. Seeing him alone with a look of such bleak rage on his face convinced them it was in their best interest to leave immediately and not come back without an invitation.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Krasivaya, moy kotenok,” Boris lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. “Takoye iskusheniye.”
Laney’s heart picked up and her cheeks heated. His words were romantic, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes on his actual thoughts. She felt beautiful. She was wearing black wide legged dress pants with splits up each side from ankle to thigh, making each leg look deceptively like a skirt. They also hid the sheathed daggers, wrapped around her upper thighs, that Boris had given her for their evening out. The black dress shirt was high necked in the front with a chain cuff that wrapped around her neck and plunged in a backless drop to end just above her waist where her gun holster was hidden in the small of her back.
She had decided to wear her hair piled on top of her head to show off the neckline of her new blouse. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to turn her into one of those snooty, high maintenance, society type girlfriends that enjoyed clothes and such. Laney wondered if they also liked weapons as much as she did.
“What did he say?” Jin asked excitedly, weaving in between Laney and Boris until he bent over and scooped the little girl up in his brawny arms.
He was wearing a dark, expensive suit and tie over his muscular frame. It fit him to perfection and, if possible, made him look even more powerful than his usual casual attire of jeans and T-shirts. Laney was reminded sharply of the night of Claudia’s wedding. The night he had first started to crack the ice around her heart. The sight of him holding her fragile daughter high up in his arms made her heart flutter and her knees go a little weak. She was turning into a stereotypical woman with all this attention!
“What do you think I said?” Boris asked Jin, gazing down at her. Both he and Rosa had been teaching her Russian.
“I know what kitten means and you call me and mama kotenok all the time,” Jin announced seriously.
“I do,” he agreed, showing her the tattoo on his wrist with Laney’s name on it. Jin loved that particular tattoo. “Your mama has been my kotenok since the moment I saw her because I wanted to take care of her. Same with you, small one.”
Jin traced the tattoo and snuggled against him. “I think you also called her beautiful, because she is.”
He grinned down at the child in his arms. “Indeed, she is as beautiful as her daughter. I also told her that she is such a temptation.”
Laney gasped and blushed. She glared at him as his heated gaze met hers over the black head of her daughter. He was always honest in his words, no matter who was in the room. She suspected it would always be that way with him. She was far more conservative than him. Yet she wouldn’t change him.
He led her out to the car and opened the back door for her to slide in. She giggled a little when he slid his large frame in beside her and his knees hit the seat in front of him. He growled and lifted her hand to nip at her wrist. “I am too large for most vehicles.”
She nodded and bit back a grin. “And doorways, apartments, container ships…”
“Ninja brat!” he reached out, captured her neck in one large hand and pulled her against his chest. He kissed her hard on the mouth before allowing her to slide back into her seat. He pulled the seatbelt over her breasts and buckled her in while the driver slid into the BMW, greeted his passengers and pulled out of the driveway.
It was early enough in the evening that they had sunlight to clearly see the onion domes of the old churches as they drove into the city from Boris’ country estate. Laney was a perfect tourist, excitedly pointing at appropriate landmarks and asking questions. Boris patiently answered and, when he couldn’t, because he had been away from his birth country for nearly thirteen years, their driver was happy to fill in.
They drove to the Kremlin where they parked and Boris escorted Laney from the vehicle. They walked along the Moskva river and took in the sights. She pointed excitedly at St. Basil’s Cathedral and asked if they could go see it. Boris shook his head, but promised to bring her back when they had more time to explore. She realized quickly that they had an additional escort when four other men arranged themselves nearby the couple without actually intruding on their date.
Laney looked up at Boris with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t think we can take care of ourselves, Godzilla? I will have you know, I am a very dangerous woman.”
He stopped walking and took her by the arms. His deep voice was serious when he said, “You will never leave the property without an escort. You may be as tough as they come, but I will not rest easy unless I know you are taken care of. Always.”
She tilted her head back and nodded. Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly, “I trust you to take care of us.”
She felt his chest expand under her arms and his hands shift to engulf her from behind. “It is a start,” he rumbled before picking her up off her feet and capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.
They strolled along the river until the sun started to set and light up the Kremlin with breathtaking colours. Though Laney had travelled in her time as an assassin, she had never before done anything as simple as explore a famous landmark tourist destination. She found it both exhilarating and frustrating at the same time. She wanted to capture the sights with a camera and murder all the other tourists that were standing in her way of seeing everything.
Boris, trailed by their bodyguards, escorted her back to the car and soon they were on their way to the restaurant.
Again, Laney found herself the recipient of a brand-new experience. Though she had eaten in restaurants before, never on a date and never as the sole focus of a handsome, dangerous Russian mobster that looked like he would prefer to be eating her than the steak he was currently consuming.
“Stop looking at me like that!” Laney hissed, choking on her wine and looking nervously around to see if anyone noticed.
No one was looking. Boris had reserved an entire section of the extremely beautiful restaurant just for them. A waiter stood nearby in case they needed anything, but he was staring steadily in another direction.
“Like what?” Boris drawled heavily. He pushed his empty plate away, picked up his own wine glass and sipped the rich, red liquid while watching her pick at her food.
“Like… like…” Laney blushed and looked away from him, unable to describe exactly how his heated gaze made her feel.
He hooked his foot around her chair and jerked it forward against the table. Laney gasped as the arms of the chair caged her in. He sprawled his big body in his chair and leaned indolently, resting his forearm across the arm of her chair. Her fork fell from her fingers, clattering against her plate. Her blue eyes clashed with his dark ones, and she saw that, despite his easy posture, there was nothing relaxed in his gaze.
“Like I want to touch every part of you. Stuff my fingers inside of you, tear your clothes apart and then follow my hands with m
Laney swallowed and struggled to breath. She felt like she was melting, her stomach swirled and begged her to beg him to fuck her exactly the way he just described. Maybe except for the part about killing the restaurant patrons. She didn’t think it was their fault for being forced to watch. He was such a beast!
“Why haven’t you touched me?” she whispered, licking her lips to moisten them. His eyes followed the movement hungrily. “You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”
He dropped his hand to her thigh, engulfing her leg and squeezing. “You needed time to recover, kotenok. As you know, I can be a demanding man. I could not risk harming you while you were healing in body as well as spirit.”
She nodded, mesmerized by the depth of feelings she saw in his dark eyes. He slid his broad fingers around to the slit in her pants and explored the silken skin beneath. His fingers grazed the leather sheath, holding the dagger he had given her for their evening out. Tracing it, he slid his thumb higher until he was gliding closer to the lacy edge of her panties.
“I’m healed now,” Laney breathed, pressing her legs together.
The grin he gave her looked almost like a grimace. “Da, I know,” he growled and jerked her leg open beneath the table. Laney tried to snap her legs shut and automatically reach for her other dagger at the same time.
“Do it and I will be forced to make a scene,” he growled.
Laney gasped and looked up. Still no one was looking their way. The way Boris was leaning toward her, it only looked as though they were deep in conversation. She glared at him, but remained still beneath the exploration of his hand. He reached under the table with his other hand, took the slit of her pant leg in his hand and tore, giving himself enough room to maneuver his entire hand into her pants.
Laney gasped and would have jerked away from him, but he held her still with a huge hand on her thigh. He reached into her pants, brushing his tattooed knuckles against the soaked crotch of her lace panties. She bit her lips to keep from moaning out loud and clutched the arms of her chair.
“Blyad, you are so fucking wet right now, kotenok,” he rumbled in a low voice. “What the fuck am I thinking? I want you so fucking bad right now. We should be eating a private meal in my room, not here in a fucking restaurant.”
Laney shot him an evil smirk and titled her hips forward. He deserved any discomfort he was experiencing for messing with her in a restaurant and for tearing her beautiful pants. He moved the elastic edge of her panties to the side and ran the tips of his large fingers down her pussy, starting at her clit, drawing a gasp from her, and finishing with her dripping channel. She moaned as he sank a thick finger into her, filling her up.
Never taking his eyes off of her, he pulled his finger from her, pulled her panties back into place and brought his finger up to his face. Blood rushed to her head as he first inhaled her scent then licked the cream from his finger. She nearly orgasmed and fainted in her chair just from the look on his face.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned and then asked breathlessly, “Can we go home now?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Put me down, Godzilla!” Laney yelled, laughing as she beat Boris on the back.
He had swept her from the BMW, tossed her over his shoulder and strode into the mansion through the door, which was held open by one of their conveniently placed guards. He looked around and then strode in the opposite direction of their bedrooms. Laney twisted around on his shoulder trying to figure out where they were going, but her hair was falling in her eyes from the heated kisses he had given her in the back seat of the car.
He went slamming into a room she hadn’t been in before but suspected was his office due to the heavy masculine desk and leather couch and chairs. He lifted her easily off his shoulder by the waist and clutched her to his chest, seeking her lips as though they had been denied him for too long. Laney shoved her hair out of the way and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
He cupped the back of her head in one huge hand and tilted her so he could fill her mouth with his tongue, thrusting into her the way she knew he wanted to fuck her with his cock. She moaned into his mouth, accepting him, knowing she didn’t have a choice and loving it. She yanked at his shirt until he had to break their kiss and pull away from her just enough to get rid of the fabric that separated their bare skin.
“Blyad kotenok, been too fucking long,” he groaned against her, licking and biting the skin of her bare shoulder. She felt him unhook the chain around her neck and yank the fabric of her shirt, baring her breasts. She wore no bra.
He groaned and arched her back in his arms, attacking her breasts, devouring them whole with lips and tongue until she was filling the room with her cries. He carried her, still wrapped around him to the desk and laid her across the hard, wooden top. Laney stretched her arms out, sweeping papers and pens aside, uncaring of their importance. Nothing was as important as being with Boris in that moment.
Once she was laid out across his desk, wantonly writhing and begging for his hot tongue on her breasts, he was able to pull the rest of her clothes away. Everything except her thigh sheaths and the holster around her waist. He took a step back from her and grinned down at her wolfishly. Laney leaned up on one elbow and glared at him. “What?” she demanded, “why did you stop?”
“Fuck, Laney, seeing you laying spread out on my desk where I do my business, wearing nothing but your gun and your knives,” he ran his hand down his face and beard as though barely able to contain himself. He reached down to unbuckle his belt and adjust his cock, never taking his eyes off her. “You take my breath away, woman.”
She grinned up at him and brought her feet up on the desk. With aching slowness, she reached down between her thighs, teasing the black hair between her thighs before very delicately parting her labia and showing him a peek of her flushed clitoris. She fluttered her long lashes at him. “You like playing dangerous games, Godzilla?”
His huge chest lifted and dropped as he sucked air into his lungs, watching her fingers intently as she touched herself. “Only with you, Laney kotenok.”
She brought her hands down to the desk and pushed herself up until she was sitting on the edge, then pushed herself off. He growled in protest when she stood in front of him instead of on her back pleasuring herself, where he preferred her. Swiftly she pulled her daggers from the sheaths and held them up for him to see. He watched her eyes as she held them up. All playfulness left her eyes.
“I stabbed you,” she breathed, reaching around to touch him gently on the back before dropping her hand.
He nodded gravely. “You had no choice, Laney. It was barely a scratch for a man like me.”
“I caused you pain,” she whispered.
He gave her a tight smile. “I fucking love it when you hurt me. It is the best kind of pain.”
“I only want to make you feel good,” she said licking her lips.
“I always feel good when I’m with you,” he growled down at her. “I have been spending nearly a year trying to tell you this.”
She nodded and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. Staring up at him she brought her hands up to his zipper. She had to stretch up his thighs to reach him. He captured her wrists and shook his head. “You don't have to do this.”
She licked her lips again, her eyes growing heavy with desire. She flicked her hands, slapping the edges of her daggers against his forearms, reminding him that she was still armed. He let her go with a grunt. She grinned and purred, “Oh, I want to, Godzilla.”
She reached into his underwear and pulled his thick, veined cock free. With a moan, she dropped her blades and reached for it with both hands, grasping the base and wrapping her small fingers around it. She had to crouch in order to reach him with her mouth, unable to do so on her knees. He reached down and took her hair in his hands, clutching it desperately, feeling the silken strands slide through his tattooed fingers as her tongue touched him for the first time.
“Blyad!”
The swore tore explosively from his throat as she sucked the tip of him into her greedy mouth. She swirled her tongue against his slit and then explored the broad purple head until he was vibrating with the effort not to savagely fuck her face and throat. He would hurt the petite woman if he did what he so badly wanted to do to her. She bobbed her face further down the broad length of his dick, clearly exploring her limits. Shyly she touched his heavy ball sac with her fingertips before lightly squeezing him, forcing a groan from him. She used her other hand to squeeze the base of his shaft while swiping him with her wicked tongue, swallowing his salty pre-cum down her throat.
She tried taking more of him into her mouth and throat, but he was too big for her. She gagged, her throat flexing and squeezing him. His hand clenched in her hair and he swore in a jumble of several languages. She sat back, spit dripping down her chin and looked up at him with wide eyes. Then she slowly ran her tongue lovingly over his engorged cock while he watched, before trying to swallow him down her throat once more.
“Fuck, woman!” he yelled as she purposely gagged herself on him. He clenched his hand in her hair and, unable to help himself, thrust himself into her mouth, filling her with his cock until she gurgled. He looked down at her bent back, at the gun strapped just above her ass and nearly shot his load right down the back of her throat. Instead he pulled out of her.
Spit dripped down her chin and onto her chest. He pulled her up by the hair, picked her up by the waist, lifted her off the floor and licked the spit off of her before devouring her red lips in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He broke the kiss and dropped her back onto the desk. He lifted her legs over his arms, forcing them wide and lined himself up against her soaked entrance. She arched her back and moaned as he slammed himself home inside her.
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