Dirty Passions

by Wright, Kenya

  A vacation with a little death. One that can’t take too long. We’ll have a wedding to plan soon. Still, we all needed a vacation for now. The trip will be good for us.

  It could have taken us less than a day to get to Sicily, but I requested that the captain take five days to get there. Every last one of us needed a small vacation. Additionally, Emily and the baby needed smooth sailing and rest within my arms.

  For now, out on the water, we would be safe. But I understood that it would all be a false sense of security. Eventually, we would need to return back to the real world.

  The butler showed us our suite. It had an office as well as a living room with a grand piano. Still, I wondered what Valentina’s suite had.

  Emily hit my back. “Stop pouting.”

  “I bet she has a massive jacuzzi tub.”

  “We have a big one.”

  “Hers might be bigger.”

  “I hope I don’t end up throwing you both off this boat.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  A knock sounded. Next, David ducked his head inside. “Kazimir, when would be a good time to talk to you?”

  “Now.” I nodded at the butler and Emily. “Go ahead and get comfortable, mysh. I’ll be back.”

  Emily looked worried, but she gave me a smile and returned to Jonathan.

  I went out into the hallway with him. The door closed behind us.

  “I just—”

  I held my hand up. “Let’s discuss this outside and under the stars.”

  “O-kay, sir.”

  “Do you know, if it is a full moon? Has enough time gone by?”

  “I don’t think so, we just had that eclipse a while ago.”

  “Yes. How could I forget?”

  David and I walked forward, left the hallway, and went to the outer deck. There, we stood next to the railing as the yacht slowly moved away from port.

  It was a breath-taking view. Venice glittered. Stars sparkled in the night sky. The dark ocean breathed, the surface rising and falling with pulsing ease. Waves rippled back and forth as though echoing the water’s soul.

  I glanced up and spotted the crescent moon.

  Hello, old friend.

  The door opened behind us.

  The butler, Jonathan half-bowed. “Have a good evening.”

  “We will.”

  Jonathan continued on, probably checking on the other guests.

  Before getting on the plane, I had gone with Valentina to get a ring. There were other surprises for my most trusted too. Upon securing the yacht, I made sure Johnathan took charge of gifts for my men, hoping it would be a nice thank you for all their time served.

  Breathing in the salty sea air, I turned to David. “What updates do you have?”

  He placed his hands in his pockets. “Before getting on the yacht, I called in some extra men from Paris. They will be flying out to both places—Palermo and Calabria. They are to stay hidden and just keep their eyes open. We should have a good idea where Pavel is at.”

  “Good. I want his location and who is hiding him.”

  “Yeah. About that, Kazimir.” Worry covered David’s face. “With the places that we’re going. . .there could only be two possibilities in this situation—the Sicilians or Black Axe and ‘Ndrangheta.”

  Very smart.

  I gave him a wicked smile. “Are you scared, King David?”

  “My blood pressure is higher than normal, but I’m game.” He didn’t look relaxed. “I believe we need more men, but that’s your call.”

  “We will have more men, but first there will need to be conversations.”

  “With who, Kazimir?”

  “The Sicilians. It’s in their best interests to work with the brotherhood to get a hold of what’s going on in Calabria.” I shrugged. “Whoever helped Pavel is doing this against someone else. I’m guessing they’re preparing to fight Cosa Nostra. Therefore, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

  Tension appeared to ease away from David. “And either one of those groups will have the lay of the land and local resources.”

  “And they will be happy to give them to us.”

  “We just have to make sure that we don’t get killed in the process.”

  I winked. “The Italians will act accordingly. They don’t want any problems with the brotherhood. They saw what I did to Paris. No one wants a bomb in their country.”

  David took his hands out of his pockets and leaned against the railing. “What about the Nigerians?”

  “Black Axe will be trickier. We have no real history with them. It will be hard to predict their moves.”

  David looked out at the water. “I would like to always be by your side, when you handle either group.”

  I nodded. “Besides my mouse, you’re the only other person that could stand next to me.”

  “It’s an honor. Besides, Baba said that you would prevail as long as I was by your side.”

  I smirked. “We can’t ignore Baba.”

  “No. We cannot.”

  I patted his back. “Get some rest, David.”

  “I will.”

  I headed away, stopped, and turned around. “I almost forgot. I always take care of my friends. When you get to your room, you’ll find a little treat inside. Maxwell and Boris have the same gifts. I was unsure of what to get Blue. Tell her that she will be rewarded too, once I can figure out a nice package for her.”

  “A treat?”

  “A very naked and beautiful female treat.”

  “I like those sort of treats.”

  “You deserve it. May you all have fun with your guests this evening. And then get lots of rest, eat good, take your vitamins, and all of that. Soon, there will be war and I need everyone at their best.”

  David chuckled behind me.

  With a heavy mind, I made it back to my suite. I couldn’t get our conversation out of my head. He had brought up great points.

  “What about the Nigerians?” David had asked.

  “Black Axe will be trickier. We have no real history with them. It will be hard to predict their moves.”

  Somehow, we had to outthink Fela. It would be difficult. Since the first moment of monkey heads, he had been setting up the board. He was more ready to play than I was.

  Baba’s words returned to me. In her reading before the plane took off, she had pulled out an odd card.

  “And here is your last card, lion.” Baba had turned over the card. “The three of cups.”

  On the card, three men stood in a circle. All of them raised their cups high in the air as if they were toasting some celebration. Each man looked to the other with appreciation, honor, and respect.

  Baba tapped the card with her jeweled stick. “There needs to be a creative collaboration with this mission in Italy. On this card, you are one of the three men.”

  “And who are the others?”

  “One would be the Italians. I believe there is a group down there that is in desperate need of your help.”

  “Me too.”

  She gazed at the card and smiled. “And then of course, there’s the French.”

  “No. I do not want to see any of them again.”

  “It looks like they will come and be of help.”

  “I do not need Jean-Pierre and his cousins help.”

  “Look at the card, lion.” She tapped it again. “The three men are strong. There is a sense of lifting each other up and celebrating each unique contribution to the group.”

  “Perhaps, you should re-shuffle the cards and start again.”

  Baba ignored me. “Look at these flowers. The ground is layered with flowers, fruit, and a pumpkin, symbolizing the celebration of an abundant harvest and the goodness in life.”

  I frowned at her.

  “It is what it is, Kazimir. Unite into three and you will be strong.”

  I didn’t want to ignore Baba’s advisement. However, if I saw Jean-Pierre again, I was sure I would try to kill him. For now, I would have to spend the ride down It
aly’s coast, thinking of a way to avoid the French’s involvement.

  Is there a way?

  I entered the master suite’s living room. It was empty. I knew she wouldn’t be in the office. I headed to the bedroom and went inside.

  “Mysh?”

  I was about to yell for her again, when I spotted her.

  She took my breath away. For a silent minute, I stood there, marveling at her beauty.

  On a white chair in front of a dressing table, she sat half naked and facing me. The outfit that she wore brought my cock to life. It was a sexy three-piece set—sheer lace bra, spaghetti straps, thigh high stockings, and a high waisted garter belt with little bows that I wanted to rip off. A matching thong panty barely covered her pussy. Six-inch silver tipped heels decorated her feet.

  But my favorite part of her outfit was the jewelry. That diamond ring shimmered on her finger. She was now my new fiancé. Forever, I would walk into a room and see that beautiful, luscious body, and have her all to myself.

  A triple mirror stood behind her, showing me the reflection of her sexy back. Emily’s hands rested along the chair’s arms. Her black hair fell around her shoulders just how I liked it.

  Dark red painted her lips.

  I shut the door and was more than eager to take my pants off. I yearned to snatch off the thong and pump my cock between her thighs. Even more, I needed to kiss every inch of her body. I was addicted to her.

  “How was your talk with David?”

  I yanked off my jacket. “I’m more interested in talking about that sexy outfit you’re wearing.”

  She rose. “No need to talk about the outfit, until you tell me about the conversation with David.”

  I prowled over and stopped in front of her. “My cock doesn’t want to talk about that now.”

  She backed up. “Is everything okay?”

  “It is. David is worried. He put people down to our destinations. He’s a little on edge. That’s the sign of a good number one.”

  “You’ll have to replace the others.”

  “I won’t. I have Maxwell.”

  She pouted. “You don’t.”

  “I do.” I tenderly grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. Those soft breasts pressed against my chest. Lust burned through me, warming my blood. I was desperate to taste her.

  “I like David.”

  “Me too. I gave David, Boris, and Maxwell some gifts this evening. You’ll have to tell me what to do for Blue.”

  “What gifts?”

  “Naked women.”

  “Prostitutes?”

  “Nice working women.”

  She edged away and placed her hands on her hips. “And you had them on speed dial?”

  “I like it when you’re jealous.” Fast, I took her back in my arms and placed my lips on hers, doing my best to consume her mouth. For several delicious moments, we stayed that way, kissing and tongue diving. My cock hardened and grew in my pants.

  Groaning, I molded myself against her. My body hummed with desire. Hunger ran through my veins. My cock throbbed and pulsed with each beat of my heart.

  Grunting, I lowered both of my hands and cupped her soft fat ass.

  She left my mouth.

  I whispered, “We could get married on the yacht.”

  Her bottom lip quivered. “That’s too fast.”

  “I like fast, when it comes to you.”

  “I hadn’t planned on getting married, but since this will be my one and only—”

  “It will.”

  She smiled. “I want to do it big.”

  “We will, but for now I want you chained to me as soon as possible.”

  “I am, and I will always be chained to you, Kaz. You don’t need a ring or ceremony for that.” She moved her hands to my chest, raised her arms, and wrapped them around my neck. “Let’s wait until after Pavel is settled.”

  My heart ached a little at the mention of his name.

  I sighed. “I don’t want to kill him, but I will. Why, out of everyone, he’s the one that I want to save?”

  “Maybe, you loved him more than you loved Abram or Zahkar.”

  “I did.”

  “You don’t have to kill him, Kaz.”

  “He must die, mysh. There is no other way.”

  “But you don’t have to do it. If we must, I will kill him. But, we could also think of other options.”

  I let out a long breath. “How would it seem to have my pregnant fiancé pull the trigger for me?”

  “Like a smart man that knows his limits.”

  Landing soft kisses across her collarbone, I slipped my hands to her thong. “We’ll deal with that later.”

  Unable to control myself anymore, I picked that small frame up, carried her over to the bed, and lay her down. “Open your legs.”

  “Why?”

  Lowering, I growled and opened them myself.

  She giggled. And then all her humor ceased, when I snatched off her thong.

  Wasting no time, I buried my face in that pussy, licking and lapping up her softness. Her arousal filled my mouth. I used my fingers next, sliding them between her lips. And then my mouth was on her throbbing clit. I toyed with the bud.

  “Oh!” Moaning, she shivered under me.

  That’s right, mysh. Tell me how much you like it.

  I lapped at her center.

  “Fuck!” She gripped my hair and moaned even louder. The sounds drove me crazy.

  I slid my hand up to her breasts and pinched her stiff nipple.

  “Oh, Kaz. I’m coming.” Her thighs trembled on the sides of my head.

  Hmmm. Already. Good.

  “Oh.” She arched her back.

  I sped up the pace of my tongue, willing to work as much as she needed me. So wet, my fingers slipped in and out of her pussy with ease.

  “Ah!”

  I devoured her orgasm.

  Her body quaked.

  I lifted up. “So fast, mysh.”

  She tried to catch her breath. “So horny.”

  I licked my fingers and rose.

  She was a beautiful mess. Sweat beaded on her forehead. One breast was half out of the bra. Her chest rose and fell.

  I hurried with unbuttoning my shirt.

  “Let me help.” She put her hands to her waist, undid my belt buckle, and opened my pants.

  My cock sprang free.

  I took off my shirt, but I didn’t worry about pushing down my pants. I had my cock out far enough, and all I could think about was that wet pussy, warm, and ready for me.

  I kissed her. “This is the first time I’ve ever fucked my fiancé.”

  She gave me a wicked smile. “Let’s hope you’re good, and this isn’t the last time.”

  “Ah. I see.” I shoved my cock deep into her. “You think that’s funny?”

  She shuddered under me.

  “Is it funny, mysh?” I lifted her up and pumped into her harder.

  But now she had no more jokes. She let her head fall back and moaned, “Kaz.”

  Her pussy tightened around me.

  “Are you going to cum for me again?”

  She cried out in pleasure, “Fuck, Kaz.”

  “Yes. Cum one more time, mysh. I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

  And then we fell into the sensual rhythm of love making. All pretense gone. The facade and masks we showed the world melted away. Together, within these walls we were real with a raw intensity. For the rest of our lives, she was the only woman I could be this way with . The only one who would ever know the true me.

  Our hearts raced. Our skin slipped softly against each other like the finest of silk. Our tongues entwined in wet kisses. Thrusting and pumping. Our bodies moved in a perfect groove. So fucking delicious. Throbbing and intense. Her breasts bounced and bobbed against my chest.

  I grunted to the melody of her moans, losing myself in her. Relishing in every second and wishing I would never have to stop.

  “Mysh.” I thrust hard one last time,
emptying inside her. The orgasm tore through every inch of my body. Once I caught my breath, I lay her down on the bed, pulled out, and crashed to the side of the bed. “Goddamn it. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Thank God. You can’t.” Emily panted. “If you could, I wouldn’t be able to deal with it.”

  Epilogue

  The Best Things in Life are Free

  Kazimir

  The next day had been relaxing.

  All enjoyed themselves.

  Emily and I swam in the pool, feasted on lovely dishes from a gourmet chef, and then swam again. Baba read everyone’s fortune. Blue was the only one annoyed by her reading. I wondered what it could have been. The rest took their fortunes in stride. And then more swimming, food, and lounging under the sun occurred.

  It was a lazy time of luxury and comfort. The day swept me away from all of my worries. For once, I could simply lay next to Emily with my eyes closed and not stress over an enemy behind me. In those hours, I vowed to her and myself that we would have more of these moments.

  After a while, I left Emily to Valentina. The women enjoyed themselves in our suite, laughing about pregnancy problems and pondering possible names of our baby. I was happy that my sister loved my mouse as much as me. Only God knew what sort of terror Valentina would have brought a woman that she didn’t care for.

  In only my trunks, I walked outside to the deck and stood near the railing. A salty breeze moved around me. The sky was a river of blue, streaming and twisting along fluffy white clouds. Every now and then, seagulls soared. There, I gazed out at the horizon and sipped a glass of vodka. The icy liquid burned my tongue, but soothed my soul.

  This is what I needed.

  And then something magical happened.

  Right before me, a dolphin leapt high into the air. I stood in awe, holding my breath. Her slick skin shined in the sunlight. Her body arced and tail flipped as she went back into the water with a splash. I had never seen anything like that before.

  Come back. Jump up again.

  My heart hammered in my chest. Excitement glittered in my eyes. Sometimes the biggest enjoyment rose from the smallest moments—a dolphin soaring above the water.