Used by the Russian Mafia Boss: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Bella Rose

  Forcing himself to go slowly, Dimitri made deliberate strokes in and out of her pussy. He felt the tightening of her inner muscles. He watched the way her face grew taut as she climbed closer and closer to her peak. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he reveled in the pain. This was what he wanted, the raw, primal sensation of joining with Toni. He knew there was no better drug in existence.

  A low thrumming sensation began in his veins. He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open as the onslaught of sensual delights overwhelmed him. A fine sheen of perspiration coated their bodies. Their skin rubbed together and the only scent in the room was the combination of his essence combined with hers.

  DESIRE PUSHED TONI to the stars. She reached up, cupping his cheeks as she watched the emotions flit across his expression. Her body was on fire with the need to feel this man come inside her. She arched her back and pushed into his thrusts. The resulting zing of sensation made her gasp with pleasure. His shaft skidded across the pad of muscle just inside her pussy entrance. The friction was perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust as he sent her spiraling toward completion.

  She reached above her head and twisted her fingers in the sheets. It was as if she were coming apart at the seams. Every fiber of her body was tuned to this man and this moment. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his cock. The wait for climax became excruciating. Still, she wanted to hold off. She didn’t want this to end. Then she felt a tremor begin in her lower back. The tingle spread through her legs and then her arms until even her fingertips were alive with sensation.

  A gasp slipped out, and then a scream. She heard high pitched moans and screams in the room and she barely realized that she was the one making the noise. Each stroke of his cock into her pussy was pleasure and pain combined until finally she felt the cresting wave and knew she was poised on the edge of bliss.

  “Come for me, Toni,” Dimitri said roughly. “Take me with you. Make me come. I want to feel you fall apart all around me.”

  His words seemed to push her over the precipice. Intense waves of feeling made her shout and gasp as her orgasm hit hard and fast. She trembled, her entire body quivering as the most intense climax of her life left her breathless and almost incoherent.

  She felt Dimitri surge inside her. The warmth of his seed spilled into her body and she savored the feeling it gave her. She loved the idea of his marking her as his own. And when he finally shuddered and collapsed on top of her, Toni wrapped her arms around him and gently threaded her fingers through his hair.

  Tenderness stole through her and she felt the strangest sense of longing. She didn’t just want this man on a physical level. She wanted more. It seemed so insane given everything that had happened. Their lives were so tangled. In fact, they were entwined in ways she wasn’t sure she understood quite yet. But that didn’t—no it couldn’t—change what she felt for him.

  “That was amazing,” Dimitri said quietly. His cheek rested against her chest and each time he exhaled she felt the air whisper over her sensitized breast.

  She certainly couldn’t argue with his assessment. “Yes, it was.”

  “So every time I make you mad, you just want to fuck me?” He seemed to be thinking that through. “You do realize that is the most powerful incentive to piss you off there is, right?”

  Toni laughed. “I guess that’s true enough. I don’t know what comes over me. You say something or do something that bugs me and I just feel this overpowering urge to take it out on you in a very physical way.”

  He waited a moment, but she could sense the question brewing. “What did I do to make you mad?”

  “When Katya caught us kissing, you dropped me so fast I nearly fell flat on my face, Dimitri.” She couldn’t believe he hadn’t even noticed what he’d done. “You don’t remember doing that?”

  “I suppose I didn’t realize it, no.” He seemed to be thinking it over.

  Toni took a shaky breath. “Are you ashamed to kiss me?”

  “No.”

  “Are you ashamed for your family to know that we’re in a physical relationship?”

  “No.”

  Okay. His answers were even more frustrating than the not knowing. She felt off balance and maybe even a little rejected. She’d felt rejection plenty of times before. Her father always rejected her. When he wasn’t parading her around like a trophy, he was angry with her that she wasn’t the boy he’d wanted. Now she was sleeping with a man who made her feel the same way. Apparently she had some serious psychological issues.

  “Toni, that wasn’t what I intended to do at all,” Dimitri assured her softly. His fingers gently stroked her cheek. “I’m a little sensitive around Katya simply because she’s been through so much. I don’t want to alienate her any more. And yet I feel like every time I open my mouth I’m badgering her for more information. I suppose I just didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

  “I can appreciate that.” Toni was at least making an attempt to be empathetic here. “But the next time you reject me like that will be the last. I’m tired of not being enough for the people in my life. I don’t need another opportunity to be a disappointment or an embarrassment.”

  He seemed to be digesting that. Then she felt him stiffen. “Wait a minute. Who says you’re not enough?”

  “My father wanted a boy more than anything else in the world. Or didn’t you notice?” she said bitterly. “I was never good enough for him because I wasn’t that boy. He was happy enough to pretend I was the apple of his eye when it made him look good in public, but he never lost an opportunity to tell me what a disappointment I was in person.”

  “Your father needs a beating,” Dimitri muttered.

  Toni snorted. “You have your own reasons for feeling that way and they have nothing to do with me.”

  “So you just gave me a whole new set of things to hate Boris Rustikov for.” Dimitri rolled to his side, taking her with him.

  Toni tried not to enjoy being in his arms quite so much, but it was almost impossible not to soak up the heat and the sheer, wonderful acceptance that he was so willing to offer. How could he make her feel so good one minute, and so awful the next? It was like being on a roller coaster and she wasn’t sure if she should get off the ride or not.

  “Get some sleep, Toni.” Dimitri began rubbing soothing circles over her back with his strong hands. “We’ll talk some more in the morning.”

  She roused herself just enough to ask the all important question. “Shouldn’t I go to my own bed?”

  “No. I want you right where you are.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Dimitri opened his eyes. It was pitch black in his bedroom and he had no notion of what time it was. He only knew that something had awakened him. The sound of Toni’s deep even breaths were comforting. She was curled up against his side as he slept on his back. He put his arm around her and felt an overwhelming sense of contentment steal over him.

  “Dimitri.”

  The low voice was coming from the doorway and it belonged to Anatoli. Dimitri struggled to sit up without disturbing Toni’s peaceful slumber. He extracted himself from her warm, naked body. It was in his mind to deck Anatoli, shove him back out into the hallway, and then just get back in bed. Unfortunately his brother was not the type of problem to simply work itself out.

  Dimitri stepped into the hallway and glared at Anatoli. “This had better be important.”

  “You might want to get dressed.” Anatoli raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you want our guest to see you naked.”

  “Guest?”

  “Yes.” Now Anatoli was looking rather smug. That was enough to let Dimitri know that whatever was going on was probably going to be classified as a disaster.

  “Did you and Ivan stick with the plan this evening?” Dimitri didn’t even bother to hide the suspicion in his voice.

  “Yes. We tailed Rustikov to a club and then made sure he didn’t go home with a woman.”

  “Okay. Then I can�
��t imagine what you would need my assistance with.” Dimitri turned to go back into his bedroom.

  Anatoli grabbed his arm. “Just get some damn clothes on. Do what I ask for once. All right?”

  The fervent tone filled Dimitri with foreboding. He slipped back into his bedroom and fumbled about in the dark for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. His boots were where he’d left them on the floor. He scooped them up and went back out into the hallway.

  “Who’s in there with you?” Anatoli asked with interest. He attempted to peer around Dimitri’s shoulders to have a look inside the room. “Did you go out last night and pick up a nice piece of ass? You know it’s way past time to kick her out of your bed. You want me to take care of it?”

  “This is not up for discussion, and no. I don’t need your help.” Dimitri shoved his feet into his boots and started walking. Halfway down the hall he had to turn around and give his younger brother a pointed glance. “You said it was important. Are you coming or not?”

  “Right. Let’s go. Ivan is waiting in the basement.” Anatoli closed the distance between them in a few strides and led the way.

  TONI WAS GROGGY, but not so out of it that she couldn’t hear Anatoli’s assertion that whatever was happening was going on in the basement. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She threw back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the mattress. She was pleasantly sore and tingly. Really she just wanted to go back to bed, but this was a chance to get into the basement and see what the Alkaevs were hiding. Not only that, but whatever would get Dimitri out of bed at three in the morning was probably worth checking into.

  She pulled on her clothes, yawning as she did. Then she headed off down the hallway. The house was still and silent. The only light was in the hallway. The kitchen was dark, and the back door was unlocked. She slipped outside. Carefully closing the door behind her, she made certain it gave a little click before she headed down the stairs. The first flight of steps put her on the ground level beneath the portico. Next she turned and headed beneath the brick and stone staircase. These subterranean stairs led to a set of double doors.

  Toni held her breath as she reached for the handle. They had been locked every other time she’d tried to get in here. Now though, she turned the knob and gently tugged the doors open. They gave a squeak but there was nobody around to hear it. Slipping into the dimly lit, low ceilinged hallway, she eased the doors shut behind her.

  She was inside what she had privately started to think of as the Alkaevs’ inner sanctum. She passed an open door on the right and saw a desk, chairs, and bookshelves, all covered in a bit of clutter. Obviously this was where Dimitri had his office. It was really quite brilliant. It left the main portion of the house evidence free in case anyone unexpected should come along.

  On the opposite side of the hallway she saw a conference room. There was a space that looked like a billiard room with the looming black shape of a massive pool table. She realized there was a bright light coming from the opposite end of the hallway. As much as she wanted to explore these rooms, she needed to find out what was going on first.

  She crept forward, barely breathing as she approached. Finally she heard voices. Dimitri sounded angry, Anatoli sounded petulant, and there was another voice that was eerily familiar although she could not imagine what the owner of that voice would be doing here of all places.

  “I’m sick of your inability to take action!” Anatoli said irritably. “This whole process will take years if we continue at this rate!”

  Dimitri didn’t back down. “If years is what it takes to do things right, without incurring the wrath of any of the other families, then that’s what we do.”

  Toni peeked around the corner and found herself looking at a long, low room with narrow windows high up near the ceiling and tile covering both the floor, and walls. There appeared to be a floor grate in one corner with a hose neatly rolled up beside it. The sight of it gave Toni stomach cramps. Was this a torture chamber?

  Her attention was drawn to the man sitting in a chair. He’d been placed dead center of the room, his hands and feet bound. His head was bowed, but she would have recognized him anywhere. It was her father.

  DIMITRI KNEW HE was in danger of losing his temper. He was having visions of releasing Rustikov and then tying Anatoli to the chair and beating some sense into him. What was his brother thinking?

  “Did you come up with this idea?” he asked Anatoli. “Because it reeks of Ivan’s interference.” Dimitri cast a glance at his enforcer. Ivan was leaning insolently against the wall, looking bored. “I would expect Ivan to jump the gun on something like this, but I thought you had better sense.”

  “You said yourself that the Kabalevskys don’t give a shit about this man!” Anatoli insisted. “Who cares what we do to him. I want to know why he disrespected my sister.”

  “And you think that Katya would thank you for this choice you’ve made?” Dimitri asked quietly. “Our sister who would never condone hurting a man she once loved?”

  “Who cares?” Anatoli snarled. He began walking in circles, waving his hands wildly. “She’s a woman! You know that women are weak and cannot make a good decision when it comes to business!”

  “I have to disagree.” Dimitri pushed his fingers through his hair. He now had a bruised and slightly battered Boris Rustikov in his basement while the man’s daughter was asleep upstairs in Dimitri’s bed. There were so many problems with this situation that he didn’t know where to begin.

  “Kill him,” Ivan proposed in a lazy, disinterested tone. “Kill him and dump his body in the river. Katya will be avenged, and nobody will be any wiser. It isn’t as if there’s anyone who would miss the man.”

  Dimitri saw Boris stir. He was obviously conscious even though he was pretending to be out of it. Dimitri strode forward and grabbed the man by his stringy, thinning hair. Yanking his head back, Dimitri gazed into his face. Both his eyes were going to be black, and his lip was split and bleeding. He looked like hell, but that didn’t really matter. He was alive.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?” Dimitri asked in Russian. “Do you know why you are here?”

  “Because you are a coward?” Boris said thickly. His tongue appeared to be swollen as though he had bit it during the beating. “You are a coward and a bastard and you will rot in hell!”

  “Actually, I am not a bastard,” Dimitri said calmly. “However you sired a bastard on my sister. Do you have anything to say for yourself? You left her in that condition, refused to see her again, and discarded her like garbage!”

  “And now my brother is doing the exact same thing to your precious daughter!” Anatoli said with glee.

  Dimitri turned his head so fast his neck nearly spun all the way around. How dare Anatoli say something like that? What was wrong with him?

  Boris looked shocked. “You have my daughter? You know where she is? Is she safe? What have you done to her?”

  Anatoli minced forward like some demented movie villain. “She’s here in our home, you piece of shit! We’re fucking her and defiling her every night. She’s a whore to every Alkaev in the house. Are you satisfied? We’ve taken everything from you as you took everything from our sister. Now you are nothing, just like your daughter.”

  TONI PRESSED HER hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that wanted to erupt. Defiled? Whore? Was that really how Dimitri saw her? It was an awful thing to say to a father, no matter what Boris Rustikov had done to them. Tears stung her eyes and she wondered if shame could stain the soul.

  She turned around and made her way back down the hallway toward the entrance. She didn’t care about looking through the office anymore, or discovering any juicy tidbits about Dimitri. If this was how he played the game, she didn’t care if he won. She didn’t care what happened at all.

  Out the door, letting it close behind her. Up the stairs and into the house she went. Fear for her father’s safety was tempered by the knowledge that any concern he’d showed for her safety. He had
used Toni and her mother all of Toni’s life. Chances were that if she went home, he’d just use her again. Although at least if she went home, she wouldn’t have to look Dimitri in the face again and know that he had only slept with her because of some elaborate revenge plot against her father.

  Toni didn’t go back to Dimitri’s bedroom. She went upstairs to her own room. Then she had the thought that it wasn’t her room at all. It was just a place within Dimitri’s home where he had put her in order to give her the illusion of importance.

  Sinking down onto the stairs, Toni put her hands over her face and tried to seek her inner calm. None of this mattered. Yes. She had been well on her way to falling in love with Dimitri. Maybe that was part of his plan, but it didn’t matter anymore. She was still Antonina Rustikov. She was a Kabalevsky. She had her own money and her own life and maybe it was time for her to figure out what she wanted to do with it all. She was wasting her time here. Perhaps it was really time to go home. Or at least to figure out where home was.

  Chapter Twelve

  Dimitri grabbed Anatoli and dragged him from the interrogation room where he and Ivan had trussed up Boris Rustikov like a common criminal. Angrily flinging his brother up against the wall, Dimitri silenced Anatoli’s protests with one finger pointed in his face.

  “I don’t know what you’re playing at, Anatoli, but you had best remember who is in charge here.” Dimitri didn’t bother tempering the fury in his voice. He didn’t care if Anatoli know how furious he was. His brother was being an idiot.

  “You’re weak,” Anatoli spat. “I don’t know what happened to you after Katya, but you are nothing!” Anatoli started to move away.

  Dimitri flung his arm out, pressing his brother up against the wall and crushing his windpipe. He used his superior size and strength to force his brother into submission. “Do not make the mistake of thinking that nonsense you’re spouting is true. Caution does not equal weakness. Our father left me in charge of the family. Why? Because unlike you I can exercise good judgment. I do not give into my baser instincts every single time I am pushed. You are a hotheaded whelp who cannot see past his own thirst for vengeance.”