Dirty Love (The Lion and The Mouse Book 2)

by Kenya Wright

Things had to change from this moment on. Not only would we share orgasms. We would work together. Kill together. We’d confessed too much tonight to walk away from each other. Did he understand what I believed we’d become?

  Things shifted as we came together in the suite, rocking the glass table. Fucking. Moaning and groaning, slick with sex and sweat. Enraptured in each other.

  Things had moved into a direction that neither one of us had ever experienced. Not only would we try to love each other, try to define love in some way. We would kill together. We would die together. Whether on a porch somewhere—old and tired. Or murdered, side by side, guns in our hands. Blood all over and bullets spraying.

  Fourteen

  Kazimir

  I didn’t want anybody else, but Emily.

  How could she think that I would let her go? No.

  If anything, I would hold her closer now.

  But she’ll need space too. There would have to be a compromise.

  The idea sounded foreign. I tried to taste it on my tongue and didn’t relish in it. Compromises meant power, something I never had to relinquish with anyone else.

  She’s worth it.

  It was the only thought I could focus on. If I let myself stray to my dark views, I’d have my little mouse in a cage by tomorrow. But no cage could hold her. And no man, if she didn’t desire it.

  I would kill for her. In the next couple of days, many would die, and it would be because they took her friends away.

  Have you made your funeral plans, Sasha? Have you gotten everything in order? You have no more than twenty-four hours before you breathe your last breath.

  Pushing my rage away, I focused my attention back on Em. I held her in my arms and thought about all the things we’d been through. She slept next to me, tossing and turning from a dream. I hoped it wasn’t a nightmare. She deserved peace, even when she slept. If I could muscle the sandman, I would.

  Fuck him and anybody that bothers her.

  I promised to go against Sasha with her at my side. This would be something new. I’d never had an equal going to war next to me. And never a woman.

  Even more, I’d never had any woman cause me to care so much to leave my dying uncle in his castle and search for her.

  We’d argued tonight, but I felt that we’d learned a lot from each other. We were both in this until the end. There was no denying it. We didn’t officially say the words, but we admitted more than we probably had to anyone.

  She was mine, and I was hers.

  I would give her all of me. Fear seeped in my heart at the thought. I’d never allowed anyone this much access to my mind, body, and heart.

  But Emily would have it all.

  She shook and woke up abruptly. In a flash, her hand rushed under the pillow next to her.

  “Nyet.” I held her closer to me. “There are no guns or knives under there.”

  “Kaz.” Her body relaxed.

  “No one else will be holding you. Every time you wake up, it will be me.”

  “Promise.”

  I tightened my hold on her. “I do.”

  “Can we do this?” she asked with all honesty.

  “Yes.”

  “And if we can’t?”

  “We will never know.”

  “Why not?”

  “We would be dead, mysh.” I ran my fingers through her hair. Her body felt warm against mine. I checked the clock on the nightstand.

  “You have somewhere to be?” she asked.

  This was the part that I didn’t want to get into, but I knew I had to get used to it. She asked to be a part of it all. She told me to tell her the truth. And I would have to give it to her, if I wanted the same compliance.

  “I’m meeting Maxwell at six in the morning.”

  She looked up. “Why?”

  “I want him to look into my ex.”

  Tension filled the air.

  I shook my head. “No. This won’t be a problem for us.”

  “Of course not. She’s dead.”

  “No woman would be a problem between us, dead or alive.”

  She snuggled closer to me. “I hope so. I don’t know what I would do…if there was another woman. Do you understand that, Kaz?”

  I smirked. “I’ve had clues of your anger.”

  “Do you want me to go with Max and you?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it would be uncomfortable.”

  She sighed. “Why?”

  “The hotel suite that she was killed in…was a room I’d bought for her. When I came to Prague, I would meet her in it. Because I didn’t know when I would be here, and I expected her on call, I bought the room for the year.”

  She said nothing. It put me on edge. I didn’t know if she felt jealousy or anger, was hurt I said it, or glad I’d remained truthful.

  I tried to explain some more. “When I spend time with a woman, I give them things.”

  “And your gifts are in there?”

  “Some would be.”

  “I would get jealous?”

  “I don’t know, but if this was your ex and I saw any place where you two had sex, I would burn it down.”

  She drew a circle along my bicep. “I want to burn it down now.”

  “After Max and I check, mysh.”

  She giggled. “You won’t damage it.”

  “If you want me to, I will.”

  She sighed. “It would be a waste of energy.”

  “It would, but I would for you.”

  “Then don’t. I’ll get over it.” She shifted to drawing squiggly lines. “When are we going to Moscow?”

  “Tomorrow afternoon.”

  “What about X’s body?”

  “He’s coming with us to Moscow. If it is okay with you, we’ll bury him there.”

  “He wanted to be cremated and poured on a beach.”

  “When did he tell you this?”

  “Every one of his birthdays. We would get him a cake and show up at his bus, and he would simply say, ‘When I die, cremate me, and throw me in the ocean. Let me see the birds fly above. Let me touch the sand. Let me hear the laughter of naked lovers swimming in the water.’”

  “Then we will cremate him and find a beautiful beach somewhere in this world,” I said. “We’ll fly there.”

  She moved her hand around my waist and tightened her hold on me. “Thank you.”

  “You’re mine now. Anything you want, just ask.”

  “That’s true with me too.”

  I grinned and looked down at her. “What is true?”

  “I’ve got you, Kaz.” She stared back with all seriousness. “Whatever you want, just ask, and I’ll give it to you.”

  I chuckled.

  “Don’t laugh at me.” She frowned. “I’m serious. I would steal for you, Kaz.”

  “You don’t need to steal. I’ll own it.”

  “I’d kill for you.”

  “He’d already be dead, mysh, if he’s pissed me off. One thing I know for sure about Sasha. He’s thanking God for every additional day he’s been able to breathe. He’s also thanking you. The only reason why he’s still alive is because you’ve kept me busy.”

  “That’s not necessarily a good thing.”

  “It is. Waiting and being patient has shown me that there are more players at hand. Someone close to me. The men that you helped catch tonight told me that they’d gotten a text the morning before saying that I would be in Prague, giving them the location to shoot me.”

  “What else did they say?” she asked.

  “He killed himself after that.”

  “And the other?”

  “I killed him out of impatience.”

  She swallowed. “I guess that happens.”

  I moved some of the hair out of her face. “Someone on our plane told Sasha that we were going to Prague. Valentina and you were the only ones who knew before that morning.”

  “Which brings us to your sister.”

  “Careful, mys
h.”

  “I get it, Kaz. I don’t want to think so either, but I’m going to look into her.”

  I let out an exasperated breath.

  She eyed me. “What?”

  “Did I not explain that I think Valentina killed my ex-lover?”

  “Has she killed your ex-lovers before?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Then, it’s not a thing.”

  “Yet, you should have pause, when it comes to my sister. This is a tricky line.”

  “I won’t cross it.”

  I gritted. “Okay. Do what you want.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Look into Valentina, but make sure you stay off her radar.”

  “Okay.”

  “Do you need guns?”

  “Sure, but it’s no rush.”

  “Because you already have one?”

  Her voice cracked. “Yes.”

  “Who gave it you?”

  “Maxwell.”

  “Hmmm.”

  I need to have a talk with him. I may not be able to boss her around, but he will definitely fall in line.

  “Don’t be mad at Max,”

  I glared. “Of course not. Max and I are jolly good friends.”

  She giggled.

  “He needs to know his place.”

  She shook her head. “Wow.”

  “He does.”

  “He’s my best friend.”

  “I understand.”

  “He’s basically my brother.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  “But I won’t get guns from him anymore,” she said. “I’ll only talk to you about it.”

  “Thank you.”

  That still won’t stop a conversation between Maxwell and me.

  However, it brought up an interesting point.

  “Hmmm.” I considered the new possibilities.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Sasha knows me. He knew I’d come to Prague, and even if he didn’t, someone with us told him everything.”

  “So, you can’t trust anyone around you?”

  “Wrong. I can trust Maxwell and you.” I slipped my fingertips along her arm. “Maxwell will be busy, when we first arrive in Moscow, but you…”

  “I’ll be free.”

  I hated the excitement in her voice. “Mysh—”

  “I’m one of your men.”

  “You’re not.”

  “I’m yours.”

  “Every part of you.”

  She gazed at me. “And you’re mine.”

  “I am.”

  She smiled. “What do you need me to do in Moscow?”

  I clenched my jaw and did my best to relax. “You should get some people to work with you. Everyone has to be outside my world.”

  “I figured the Bratva had Moscow on lock.”

  “True and false.” I traced her elbow with my thumb. “Americans consider the Bratva a type of Russian mafia because that is the only type of organized crime groups you understand. The mafia or gangs.”

  “And you’re too structured to be thought of as a gang?”

  “Yes, but we’re not exactly the mafia either. Bratva means brotherhood. Some call it Chechenskaya obshchina’ which means Chechen commune.”

  “Chechen?”

  “I couldn’t explain it all in a few minutes. What I can say is that it’s a tradition of the abreg, the honorable outlaw.”

  “So, Robin Hood-like?”

  “Exactly. The abreg is a bandit with a vendetta against the most powerful.”

  “Raiding the rich and giving to the poor?”

  My cock stiffened, craving to be inside of her. “This is why you’re mine.”

  She smiled.

  “An abreg was powerful, and he surrounded himself around like-minded individuals,” I explained. “Like a gang, but not. This is more like a clan with bloody customs.”

  “So I see why it’s not exactly like the Italian mafia. It sounds like you have a strong, but…flexible organization.”

  “Not only that, but it is often overlapping networks of semi-independent gangs.”

  She squinted her eyes as if trying to see my words. “So, we’re talking of hundreds of thousands of local gangs throughout the world?”

  “Yes. They have their goals. Their money. Their enemies. If they can’t handle it, then they go higher. One doesn’t come to me, unless he wants to move planets.”

  “You’re high up.”

  “But they know me, and that’s what you can use for the smaller ones.”

  “Me?” She touched her chest.

  “You’re going to a group. You would think of it as a local gang. They’re based in a rough area of Moscow, but they’ve never been accepted by the Bratva, although they are more than worthy.”

  “Why not?”

  “They’re Afro-Russian. Many are children of Ivory Coast or Nigerian migrants. Like any country, there is division based on irrational things. However, there are neo-Nazis and stupid skinheads that have directed their focus to others—Muslims and middle-eastern refugees. I’ve found that this group has been successful with uniting with others that have been mistreated. They’re becoming strong.”

  I couldn’t believe I was telling her this, but I couldn’t deny that she was smart, sexy, and deadly, if necessary. She’d been right earlier tonight. If she’d been a man, I would’ve already sent her to Moscow to meet them.

  But she was more than that.

  While I would do my best to treat her as one of my own, bring her into my brotherhood, I would still protect her more than any other.

  I gazed down at her. “I want you to talk to them. You need a group, while you’re in Moscow. My city needs to be one of your homes—a place where you have your own people—your own contacts.”

  I wasn’t a fan of this, but I knew it would keep her strong and powerful.

  “Do you think they would trust me?” she asked.

  “Yes, but not until after I’ve announced you as my girlfriend.”

  She blinked.

  “Or would you like another term?” I asked. “You’re not a girl. Maybe, I would tell people that you are my woman.”

  She laughed.

  “Or my lady? Surely, I couldn’t tell them that you’re my mouse.”

  “I like hiding in the shadows, Kaz. No one needs to know.”

  “But they do need to know, mysh.” I pulled her closer to me, damn near melting against her. “They all need to know. It’ll keep them safer that way.”

  “Okay, then I’m okay with girlfriend.”

  “Good.” I closed my eyes and slipped my fingers through her hair some more. It was becoming a habit. The soft, wavy strands slipped super soft against my tips. “Did you enjoy this evening?”

  “Yes.”

  “And my cock?”

  She giggled. “It was okay.”

  “Okay?” Growling, I moved down her body, stopped at that beautiful bare pussy, and spread her legs apart. “It was just okay?”

  “Kaz.”

  “Tell me? How bad was I?” I rested her legs on my shoulders. Her thighs shivered against my face as I blew on her pussy.

  “Really bad,” she whispered.

  I entered her pussy with my two fingers, knowing exactly how to get her off and pushing them deep inside that throbbing, moist sex. “How can I fix that, mysh?”

  She gripped the sheets with her hands.

  “What can I do?” Deep inside her pussy, slowly sliding my fingers back and forth, I gently curled my fingertips up.

  She moaned when I caressed her sweet, sensitive spot.

  I gently massaged it again.

  “Kaz!” She arched her back off the bed, thrusting her pussy in my face.

  “How can I fix this?” I licked my lips, loving how she’d soaked my fingers.

  “Fuck me.”

  “No.”

  “Please.”

  “No, my cock is bad.”

  “Your mouth.”

  I chuckled. “That I
can do.”

  She moaned, gripping my hair and guiding my mouth onto her sex. “I’m addicted to you.”

  Me too.

  I sucked on her clit. So soft and puffy. So wet and alive. She moaned and twisted, unable to deal with my mouth. And I loved it so. Loved the way she tasted. The way she loved me to fuck her all the time.

  “Kaz! Kaz!” She came in my mouth. Her body spasmed. Her hands clung to the back of my head, not letting me move. “Kaz!!”

  Lapping at my lips and fingers, I moved back up her body, gripped my thick cock, and rubbed the aching head through that soaking wet pussy. “Just okay?”

  Her words were breathless whispers. “Oh Kaz.”

  I thrust in her.

  “Fuck.” She gripped my back, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm and sucking onto my cock at the same time.

  “Just okay?” I pumped in her hard. The more she moaned, the harder I thrust.

  And I went deep. Balls-deep. Fucking her like a wild animal. A beast. A fucking lion, if I was truthful. Pounding and pumping. I grabbed her breasts and feasted on them, stuffing her with my cock as I sucked on those fat nipples. And never stopping. The bed rocked. Her moans rose. Sweat beaded along my forehead as I kept my breaths, not giving a fuck if I died deep inside of her.

  Addicted? You don’t even know the start.

  I was lost in her. My cock roared inside of her, shaping and making her pussy his home. I pumped. My legs cramped, and I could not stop. I drank from her body. Large gulps swallowed down with no chaser.

  She trembled under me. “Oh, Kaz.”

  Kissing up her neck, I toyed with her nipples as I pumped. “I want you to come again.”

  “I am.”

  I groaned. “Yes, mysh.”

  She trembled as I plunged deeper.

  “Oh!” Her pussy clamped over my cock.

  “Damn you,” I groaned. “I wanted more time.”

  “Oh, Kaz.”

  This time I came hard with her. Her pussy tightened around me. The angle was perfect. The heat. The warmth. The wetness. It all merged together just right.

  And we exploded together.

  That pussy clamped down on my cock, exploding into her orgasm.

  “Mine.”

  She clung to me as her hips jerked upward, tensing and contracting as the orgasm assaulted her. And I filled her with me, shooting hard and deep into her. I wanted to spill it right there. Make it all mushy and saturated with my scent. My seed.