Dirty Passions

by Wright, Kenya

  “At this point, we’ll have to go through all the theories and kill everyone, until the threats go away.”

  “I’m game for that.”

  “It’s us against them, mysh. Always.” I kissed her, knowing that even more would die. A message had to be given.

  Fuck with my mouse or me, and people will just die—innocent or guilty. Tread carefully, when we come around.

  Emily spoke, “I hope you don’t mind, but now I’m going to be assessing everyone that’s close to you, especially anyone that’s high level in the brotherhood.”

  I smirked. “My little protector.”

  “Who would benefit from Italy?”

  “Anyone that was close to me.”

  “Number one, two, or three positions next to you?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Abram, Zahkar, and Pavel were the first three that you considered, not including Misha, or David.”

  “And it’s clear that Misha has no interests in brotherhood power, which is why I wanted him close.”

  “You put David next to you after France. I’m sure that pissed many off.”

  “Pavel, Abram, and Zahkar weren’t happy at all.”

  “Now, Zahkar is gone.”

  “I’ll have to tell his wife. She’s an old friend. She’ll have to understand.”

  “You already know that I’m going after Abram’s interests in Kapotnya. I hope it’s okay, but I want to put some of my men on him.”

  Her plan made me uneasy. “You’ve proven to me over and over that you can take care of yourself. Still. . .”

  “You want to protect me?”

  “Yes. And you’re pregnant.”

  “I don’t need to be reminded of that, Kaz. I’ve got the food cravings, vomiting, and ridiculous sleepiness to confirm it to me every day.”

  “I am who I am.”

  “Me too.”

  I slipped my hand along that beautiful face. “We’ll work together.”

  “On Abram?”

  “On Abram and Pavel.”

  She frowned. “No. Not Pavel. I like him too much.”

  “We have to check them both out. Either could reap the advantage of Italy right now.”

  “Who’s over Italy’s assets again?”

  “Sasha’s men—the few I deemed loyal and didn’t kill. All from Siberia and strong connections to my past.”

  “Which means they have strong connections with Abram and Pavel?”

  “Yes. They grew up with all of us.” I held her close to me. “We’ll need to go to Italy, mysh.”

  “And there’s the French that are apparently going after whoever they think it is.”

  “If it’s Pavel or Abram, they won’t be able to touch them. Jean-Pierre won’t even know their identity.” I smiled. “The French will find that Moscow is very different from Paris.”

  “How so?”

  “In Paris, a stranger comes around and asks questions, he’ll get answers. In Moscow, a stranger comes around and asks questions, he’s dead by the morning. One doesn’t even know if the question was dangerous or not, just that Russians aren’t fans of questions.”

  “And asking about Pavel, or Abram could definitely get them a bullet?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do we do, Kaz?”

  “We wait for now, and keep you protected.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “We keep us both protected.”

  “That too, mysh. That too.”

  Chapter 31

  Wet

  Emily

  We returned to the penthouse.

  Harlem greeted us with pure excitement.

  With blood on my shirt and still some on my skin, I needed to take a shower and quickly put on some new clothes. I had a lot to do. First, I had to check out Max and Boris’s plan for Abram and catch them up. Kaz’s men took Mr. Blue Cross off to Boris.

  I guess I won’t have to rush. Boris will want time to hurt him.

  I decided to head to Max.

  But Kaz had his own plans. “Take off your clothes, mysh.”

  Giggling, I unbuttoned my jacket, pulled it off, and headed to the bathroom. “I will be showering and changing, but that is it.”

  “You’ll be doing more than that.” He followed me inside.

  “Kaz, we don’t have time for sex.” I undid my pants and slipped out of them. “We need to focus.”

  “I am focusing.” He yanked his button-up shirt out of his pants before loosening his belt with a click and undoing the top of his pants. My eyes went straight to his big cock as it sprang free. The sight was incredibly erotic.

  Turn around. Don’t do it. You want to focus.

  Just as I was about to turn around, he spoke, “I need to make something clear.”

  “What?”

  “You were jealous in the strip club.”

  “A tiny bit. It was clear from what I witnessed that you made your rounds in there. And trust me, the women looked like they wouldn’t mind if you made a few more.”

  “Well, I won’t be in there anymore unless you’re by my side.” He leaned down, kissing me slowly.

  I let out a small moan. I loved this sweet, tender moment. “I should say something strong minded like, ‘Oh no, baby, you can go in the strip club without me.’”

  He chuckled. “It doesn’t matter. You’re the only woman I think about.”

  “You’re the only man that I want and will ever need.” I meant it with every fiber of my being.

  “And see. . .I should say something strong-minded like your friendship with Jean-Pierre doesn’t bother me, but. . .”

  “It doesn’t matter.” I trailed my hands along that muscular chest. “I love you, Kaz.”

  “I love you too, my wicked mouse.” His gaze roamed over my body.

  “Okay. We’ll continue this later.” I left him and walked away.

  He almost grabbed me. Thank God, he didn’t.

  “Stop it.” I took off my panties and bra. “I’ve got several things to finish today, then we can have fun.”

  “Do you know the best part about being a boss?”

  “What?”

  “You don’t keep time for anyone. You do whatever you want at any moment you desire. And in this instance, it’s time to fuck.”

  “What am I going to do with you?” Naked, I put my back to him, entered the large shower, and turned it on. Warm water sprayed everywhere.

  Coming in, Kaz spun me around to the other side of the shower and tenderly pushed me until my back pressed against the cool tile.

  “What are you doing?”

  He towered over me. “I am asserting my dominance over you.”

  “Aww. That’s what you’re doing?”

  And then he devoured my mouth, dipping his tongue in and out.

  Unable to control myself, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. My breasts smashed against his hard muscular chest as the warm water slid along my skin. He continued to explore my mouth.

  Only Kaz could control me, especially when I was naked. Only he could do whatever he wanted sexually. Within seconds, he could set me on fire and bring my blood to a boil. And there, I would dissolve into myself just the way he craved.

  Wrapped in his love, I no longer recognized myself.

  I no longer cared.

  My heart boomed. My soul stirred. My pussy grew slick with need.

  “Fucking is essential to life, mysh.”

  “It is not.”

  “Then, why does it feel better than breathing?” He slid his hands down to my hips, causing a shudder to ripple through my body. Damn, I loved the feel of his large hands against my skin.

  He broke our kiss and used his tongue to burn a hot trail along my jaw and down to the curve of my neck. I grew dazed with pleasure. My body buzzed with need.

  He moved away and whispered, “Sometimes, I breath in your scent, and I want to put my face between your thighs. I want to lick you, until you scream my name. I want to fuck you in your ass. Stuff it. Pound i
t, while I roar that your mine.”

  “Damn, Kaz,” I moaned with desire.

  “You’re not just going to take a shower and get dressed.”

  “I see that,” I whispered.

  He gently nipped my shoulder with his teeth. “Spread your legs.”

  Hot, my core pulsed with the knowledge of what was to come. I could attempt to fight him, but it would be for nothing. He owned my desire. All I could do was arch my back, part my lips, and fall into surrender. And he knew that my nipples were the key to opening my legs even further. He toyed with them, twisting and turning like it was a combination lock on a nasty safe.

  “I used to want to watch you masturbate, but I know my cock won’t stand by while you do it. You make me wild, mysh.”

  “I don’t think I could just sit there and masturbate in front of you. I would want you deep inside of me.”

  “How deep?” He slipped his fingers down to my pussy and toyed with my sensitive clit, using his forefinger and thumb. Caressing and massaging.

  “Oh, Kaz,” I spread my legs wider, so hungry for him.

  “You want it, baby? Hmmm?” He kissed me. His lips were demanding, and his desire was obvious in the way his tongue pushed into my mouth.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me how bad.”

  “So bad I can scream.”

  He gave me a wicked smirk. “Then, scream.”

  “Ah!”

  He chuckled.

  Minutes later, a knock came at our door. David’s voice sounded on the other side. “Kazimir, is everything okay in there?”

  “Everything is fine, David! My mouse just wants to fuck really bad!”

  I covered his mouth so he wouldn’t say anymore. “That’s enough.”

  David didn’t respond. He must’ve walked away, shaking his head.

  I moved my hands. “Bad lion.”

  “You need to get control of yourself, mysh.”

  “Oh, that’s how we’re going to be?”

  “Yes. But more important, why does your mouth taste so good?” With his right hand, he lifted my chin and tilted my head up, deepening the kiss. When he left my mouth, I tried to catch my breath.

  “I was wrong,” he whispered.

  I panted, “Wrong about what?”

  “Your pussy can solve anything. It makes the colors in the world brighter. Things smell fresher. Sound come clearer.” Kaz reached down, gripped my ass, and raised me up in the air.

  I shrieked.

  “Your pussy could start a war.”

  I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders. “And can my pussy bring peace?”

  Still holding me, he nipped at my lips. “You know it can bring peace. It already has.”

  Using the wall, he braced himself, and I helped him line his cock up to my pussy. Seconds later, he plunged deep inside me.

  “Forever,” he roared, as if needing to announce it to the world. Holding me up by my ass, he pulled back his cock and slammed into me again, releasing a dark grunt. “I love you. There will never be anyone else.”

  “Oh, God.” I could see the depths of his passion on his face as he made the declaration. The reality of what happened in these last weeks had changed us both. Now we had a child and our connection would be stronger and deeper. And it didn’t matter who died or who we had to kill, it would always be us against them.

  We were like two lovers that had gone on a lengthy voyage out to sea. With the chaos of longing no longer anchored, we got swept away. Perhaps, we drowned and never returned to shore again.

  After all of our friends and family had died, more than ever, each moment we shared was precious. If I only had one day or week to live, I would only want to be with him.

  He pumped harder in a perfect rhythm, showing me who would always be number one—who had the crown. My lion. My king. My everything. The most powerful man in the world.

  I groaned and threaded my fingers through his hair, rotating my hips with each stroke.

  He paused and let that cock fill all of me. The shower sprayed on us. I was in his control. He gazed into my eyes. The tip of his cock jerked inside of me.

  A moan escaped my parted lips.

  And like a wild animal, he grunted and returned back to fucking me. Thrusting at an angle that allowed for his cock to rub my clit with each push. Each pull out and each shove. Perfect. Hot. So orgasmic that I would explode soon.

  The sounds of his grunts and my whimpers rose and mingled with the steam.

  “Damn, Kaz.” I gripped him tighter, holding on for dear life.

  He crushed his mouth to mine.

  “Mysh.” he roared against my lips.

  My hunger tipped over the edge. My body trembled. My orgasm rippled through my body, snatching away all reality. I left the shower and drifted into pure pleasure. Hot, it vibrated through my body.

  “Goddamn it!” He shouted as he followed with his own release.

  I could feel his seed’s warmth paint me. Thick spurts of semen coating my insides. That heightened my orgasm. Had me cumming even harder. Had my pussy pulsing greedy for more.

  “Oh, Kaz!” I moaned against the curve of his neck.

  And when we were all done, we remained locked together like that for a long moment before he slipped the head of his cock out. The sensation made me want more.

  He pushed hair out of my face and kissed me. “Now, you can handle business.”

  When he lowered me, I barely caught my breath.

  “But first, let me take care of you.” For the next minutes, he washed me. I relished in his spoiling. Once he was done, I shifted, taking my turn and letting him know that I would take care of him just like he’d done for me. It would always be that way. We were a team. A union. One body moving together.

  We finished much later than I’d planned.

  Kaz wrapped me in his massive robe. The end dragged on the floor as I left the bathroom, exhausted and hungry. “Damn you.”

  “What, mysh?” He wrapped a towel around that muscled waist.

  “Kaz, now I only feel like lying in bed.”

  He smirked. “Hmmm.”

  “That was intentional.”

  Mock shock covered his face. “I had no idea that would happen. I can’t believe that my cock could tire you.”

  “Whatever, Kaz.” I yawned and slowly went over to the closet. “You’re not winning. I can take care of some things.”

  “Can you now?” He handed me his shirt. “Put this on.”

  “It’s your shirt.”

  “I like when you wear it.”

  “I can’t wear your shirt outside.”

  “You’re not going outside.”

  I wanted to fight him, but in the end my body begged for me to just eat and sleep. Frowning, I took off the robe and put on his shirt. “Fine. You win.”

  “It’s not my victory. We all win, especially the baby.”

  “That’s fair, Mr. Lion.” I buttoned up his shirt. Another yawn hit me. “I’m taking a nap.”

  “Only if you want to.” He went over to his desk, lifted up a briefcase, opened it, and pulled out a container of pills. “Here you go.”

  I took it from him. “What’s this?”

  “Prenatal pills.” He picked up a pitcher, poured a glass of water, and handed it to me.

  “Wow. You’re going to be my nurse now too?”

  “Have you taken any today?”

  I didn’t respond. Instead, I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed it down with water. Afterwards, I set the container of pills on my nightstand and put the glass next to it.

  “Thank you, Kaz.” I sat down in the bed and leaned against the head rest. “Maybe you should take a nap too.”

  “Soon.” He sat down next to me and rested his big hand on my thighs. “I like when you wear my shirt, especially without a bra or panties. It gets your scent all over it.”

  “Will you stay?”

  He traced the exposed skin on my thighs and then dipped his fingers under the shirt
. “No.”

  I stopped his hand. “You’re leaving?”

  “I’m leaving.”

  I frowned. “Kaz.”

  “You’re tired.”

  “You tired me out.”

  “The baby did. My cock just rocked you to the realization. You were yawning in the limo.”

  Another traitorous yawn escaped me. Giving up, I got under the blanket and lay down. “Will you tell me a bedtime story?”

  He chuckled to himself. “Maybe. I do plan to watch you sleep for a few minutes.”

  “Why? You definitely have better things to do.”

  “I love the way you sleep, wild yet on guard. Your eyes flutter and your hands fist every now and then as if you’re about to punch someone out in your dream.” Like a pervert, he slid his hands under the blanket and returned it to my thigh. “Get some rest, but don’t leave this bed until I return.”

  “Then, you better not be gone for too long.”

  “You don’t leave this bed, mysh.”

  “I will, if you are gone for a long time.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me.

  “You’re insane, Kaz.”

  “When I return, I want you in my shirt and in this bed with your pussy bare.”

  I began to speak.

  He placed one finger over my lips to shush me. “You’ll be waiting for me.”

  A smile broke over my face.

  He moved the finger. “And then for the rest of the night, you’ll be sitting on my cock.”

  Those erotic words washed over me. That filthy tongue ignited nasty thoughts in my head. I licked my lips. “So, when I wake, I should just lay in bed with a wet pussy?”

  He grunted and rose. His hard cock pushed against the towel. One would think he didn’t fuck me minutes ago.

  “I might get bored and start masturbating.”

  “You won’t. You know you’ll be punished. And if you wake up and you’re bored, then turn on your laptop and find us a new house.”

  Shock hit me. “What?”

  “We need a house to start our family.” He pointed to Harlem who was currently licking his penis in the doggy bed. “A huge house with a private room for the dog.”

  “Harlem sleeps in our room.”

  “That’s the problem. And I want a new place to make new memories. One big enough to hold two offices, a master suite, a ribbon room—”