Dirty Obsessions: An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse Book 5.5)

by Kenya Wright

  The rough Russian voice sounded from the kitchen. “Babochka, just let me get one lick from the bowl. It smells so good.”

  “Out!”

  Grandmother has a new friend.

  I giggled.

  Misha opened his eyes.

  I smiled at him. “When did you get here?”

  “Several hours ago. You were passed out. I decided not to wake you.”

  “And what made you visit?”

  “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to sleep immediately.” Misha lifted his arm, captured my side, and effortlessly pulled me to him.

  I gave him a skeptical expression. “You just happened to be in the neighborhood?”

  “I wanted to cuddle with you.”

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “That’s the only answer I can give you.”

  “Misha, I want to know what’s going on.”

  “And you will.”

  “When?”

  “When it’s necessary.”

  My stomach twisted into nervousness. “Bullshit. I want to know now.”

  “Can I get some cuddling in before we get serious?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Hmmm.” I snuggled up against him. “I actually like waking up to your warm body next to mine.”

  “Then, you will find me next to you a lot more.” He raised his head and sniffed. “It smells good. Who’s cooking?”

  I sighed. “I told Grandma I was going to cook for you and she must have been worried that I might mess it up. Therefore, she is in the kitchen.”

  “She’s cooking instead?”

  “That’s what it sounds like. And your godfather is helping.”

  He frowned. “More like flirting. I’ll have to put him on a leash.”

  “Don’t worry. She will keep him in line. She sounded like she was having fun.”

  “But is he still calling her babochka?”

  I giggled. “He is.”

  “Not good.”

  “Why not?”

  Sighing, Misha held me tighter. “First he gives the woman a nickname and then he begins courting her.”

  I giggled.

  “You think this is funny?”

  “He seems like a nice father.”

  “I’m trying to make a good impression with Mrs. Jones. I don’t need him creeping her out.”

  My heart fluttered.

  “It doesn’t matter what impression you make with her anymore. I have you and I’m not letting you go.” I kissed him. “It doesn’t matter what she says.”

  “Still, I want her to like me.”

  “She does.”

  He rolled us over until I lay on top of him.

  I giggled some more. “What are you doing?”

  “You’re not letting me go?”

  “No.” He pressed his mouth against mine and then dove his hands into my hair. When he moved away, I swore we were both breathless.

  “You’re not letting me go. . .regardless of all the bad things that come with me?”

  “Let’s focus on all the good right now.”

  “We could focus on my big cock.”

  “Do you have one?”

  He pressed his length against me. “Don’t play with me, Ava.”

  “I actually had a date with Bob—”

  He rolled me over again until I was on my back. “You like flirting on a dangerous edge.”

  “I don’t.”

  He captured my mouth.

  Falling into utter passion, I moaned.

  He slipped his hands down, yanked up my shirt, and discovered my panties. “You don’t know about my nice big cock?”

  “I was just saying—”

  He wrenched my panties down. “Do you know what I’m going to do, Ava?”

  “What, mad man?”

  “I’m going to fuck you right now. Then you’ll know how big it is, and even your grandmother too. She’ll hear you screaming all about it.”

  I opened my mouth in shock.

  He shoved the panties down some more.

  “Misha, we are not fucking—”

  “We are.” He spread my legs apart. “I knew it the moment I laid down in bed with you.”

  “Everyone is up.”

  “Excellent. They’ll hear how much you love it.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Am I?” He toyed with my clit just the way I liked it. Softy twirls and tender brushes.

  Moaning, I arched toward him. “Misha.”

  “Hmmm.” He stopped playing with my clit and massaged the folds of my pussy, triggering more arousal. Surely, his hands went moist with my desire. “Yes, Ava. Look at that. You’re so wet. You know you want it.”

  “I do, but. . .”

  He nipped at my bottom lip. “But?”

  “You always make me scream.”

  So wicked, he whispered, “Then don’t scream.”

  “That’s easy to say, but difficult when you’re fucking the scream out of me.”

  “That’s right, Ava.” He gave me a devilish smile. “You lose control with my cock. Say it.”

  “Oh my God. Can I talk to Humble Misha for a few seconds?”

  “My cock is hard. Humble Misha is asleep.”

  “Is that how it works?”

  “I’m a man after all.”

  Seconds later, he was deep inside of me, thrusting in and out.

  I moaned.

  “Shh.” He thrust harder. “You’re being loud.”

  Breathless, I panted, “Fuck you, Misha.”

  “Fuck me?” He lifted me off the bed.

  Stunned, I held onto him. My breasts bobbed against his chest. He buried his face in my cleavage and licked at my nipples. I dug my nails into his back, loving his tongue and cock. “Oh, Misha.”

  “No.” He pumped harder. “Fuck me?”

  “Oh!” I covered my mouth with my hand.

  “That’s right.” He squeezed my ass and bounced me on his cock. “You unnecessarily tease my cock and then you wonder why you’re full of it right now.”

  I did my best to keep my voice down. “Oh, Misha.”

  “No. Don’t say, ‘Oh, Misha’ now.” He thrust harder. “Say those naughty words from earlier.”

  “Stop it.”

  “Stop fucking you?” He pulled his cock out and held me above the tip. “No more fucking, baby?”

  “Damn it.” I hit his back. “I told you to stop teasing me.”

  He rammed his cock back in me. “You’re mine to do with what I want.”

  “Oh.” I cried into his shoulder.

  “Say it.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Say it or you’ll get more teasing.”

  “Fuck you, Misha.”

  He grunted and pulled out.

  “Misha, stop playing—”

  He flipped me over. I landed on my hands and knees. He was inside of me again, pumping from behind and driving me crazy.

  “Oh!”

  Someone knocked on the door.

  He didn’t stop thrusting.

  I gripped the pillow, not wanting him to stop.

  My grandmother’s voice came next. “Ava, are you okay?”

  Misha smacked my ass and whispered. “Tell her.”

  I arched up as Misha drove deeper. “Yes!”

  Grandma knocked again. “Ava?”

  I put my hand behind me, trying to slow him down. “I-I’m fine, Grandma.”

  Her voice sounded unsure. “O-kay, baby.”

  I hoped to God she walked away.

  Misha showed no chance of stopping. “You see what you did? Talking all that shit.”

  I giggled.

  Pumping some more, he smacked my ass.

  My orgasm bloomed at my core and threatened to explode. “Oh, Misha!”

  He gripped my hips and kept a steady rhythm. “Bite the pillow. You’re being too loud.”

  Asshole, you’re making me loud.

  I grabbed the pillow and bit
on it, letting my moans fall into the softness. I clenched my pussy around his cock.

  Grunting, he smacked my ass again. “Stop that.”

  Still biting the pillow, I hugged his cock with my pussy again.

  “Fuck, Ava.” His cock jerked inside of me. Because he couldn’t have me in control, he reached around and tenderly tugged at my clit. I moaned into the pillow. He returned to dominating me. His grip was hard on my hips. He moved me with ease, pumping into me like he owned my pussy. And he did. Every wet inch was his.

  I moaned in my pillow again.

  “Damn it, Ava.” His cock jerked inside of me. His pumping slowed. With a low grunt, he squeezed my ass hard.

  “Shit.” So much pleasure fell around me, drowning my body. I climaxed right there, experiencing a toe-curling, pussy-hypnotizing orgasm. My legs trembled. I fell forward, unable to keep my balance. He held me to him, not letting me go.

  In the pillow, I cried out his name.

  And then he came with me, spilling into my pussy and coating every inch. Misha groaned as he pulled out of me.

  My heart boomed in my ear.

  “Why did you make me do that, Ava?”

  I laughed.

  He fell next to me on the bed. “That wasn’t right.”

  “You’re the one who had me making so much noise my grandmother came to the door.”

  He shook his head. “And now she knows I was fucking you because you couldn’t keep it down.”

  “What?” I widened my eyes. “That’s not my fault.”

  “You taunted me. I had to show you.”

  “Whatever, Misha.”

  “Now she knows I’m a pervert.”

  I giggled. “She doesn’t.”

  “Surely, she heard me smacking your ass.”

  “God, I hope not.” I buried my face into my pillow.

  “Damn you, Ava.” He captured me and pulled me to him. “Stop taunting my cock. Just admit that he’s your master and leave it alone. Then I wouldn’t have to show you the truth.”

  “So, Humble Misha is still asleep?”

  “For now.” He grinned.

  I rested on his chest.

  Silence took us over.

  Music sounded off in the distance. A woman sang about love. My grandmother must’ve turned on the radio in the kitchen. Hopefully it wasn’t to flood the noise of sex out. A man’s voice rose over the actual singing, mumbling words in Russian.

  I raised my head. “Is that your godfather singing?”

  “Unfortunately.”

  I lay back down. “He’s fun.”

  “With him around, I may need to get more guards for Mrs. Jones.”

  I drew a circle around the cross on his chest. It was becoming my favorite hobby. “So. . .”

  He directed his view to me. “So?”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Why must something be wrong?”

  “Because you came here out of the blue. I knew I would see you today, but I didn’t think I would wake up to you in bed.”

  He turned his view to the ceiling. “Let’s wait until my friend comes over. We can talk about it then.”

  “He’s coming here?”

  “Yes. If you don’t mind. He’ll help me size up any possible danger and—”

  “What danger, Misha?” I stopped making circles.

  “I think it would be better if I know the whole situation before saying anything.”

  “Tell me what’s going on. I think it’s better if I’m up-to-date with you.”

  “This is not dancing, Ava. This is men and guns and—”

  “Tell me.” I left his chest and sat up.

  “The Turgenev family is upset.”

  “That’s one of the men’s families that you killed.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “What about the other families?”

  “They don’t want any trouble with the Brotherhood.”

  “But the Turgenevs don’t care.”

  “Leonid Turgenev to be exact. He’s the man’s grandson and wants revenge.”

  I swallowed.

  “He hired a group of. . .I don’t know what you would call them. Maybe assassins?”

  A chill ran up my spine. “Assassins?”

  “Hired killers.”

  I shook my head. “We have to get you out of here. We can go to New York or. . .my uncle down in New Orleans he could—”

  “Ava, I don’t need to run. I only need to assess the situation and act accordingly.”

  “Why are you so calm? This is scary as—”

  “I told you that enemies aren’t a new thing for me.”

  “Who is this friend that’s coming here? Would he be able to help you kill those assassins?”

  He smirked.

  “What?”

  “You want to be a part of the planning committee?”

  “Misha, I don’t think any of this is funny.” I left the bed and grabbed my pants. “I’m calling my uncle. Better yet, I’m going to have Grandma call him.”

  “Wait.” He left the bed and stepped in front of me. “Ava, relax.”

  My voice screeched. “Assassins?”

  “Yes.”

  “How many?”

  “Maybe ten or thirteen.”

  Terror filled me. “I’m calling my uncle!”

  He caught my arm before I could walk off. “Don’t get your family involved. I also have a family.”

  “And is Kazimir going to get involved with this?”

  “Well. . .” Misha cleared his throat. “Kazimir may be upset with me right now.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s not necessary to explain—”

  “Misha, stop trying to hide things from me. Why may Kazimir be mad?”

  “I shot one of his men in the leg, but I’m sure the bullet went straight through.”

  “You shot someone.” I widened my eyes. “When was this?”

  “Yesterday. During the second act.”

  I held my hands in the air. “Why did you shoot him? Was he trying to kill you or—”

  “He wanted me to go to Paris with him, but I wanted to finish watching you dance.”

  “Misha.” I kept my hands in the air. “What the fuck?”

  “It’ll be fine.” He pulled me in and tried to kiss me.

  I backed away. “We have to straighten all of this out right now. Can you just say sorry to the guy you shot? Would your cousin be okay after that?”

  “It’s not about shooting his man. Kazimir wants me at his side.”

  “Okay.”

  “And I want to be next to you.”

  Through the terror, my heart warmed. I tried to shake it away, but couldn’t. In the end, I wanted him next to me too. If only to keep him safe.

  I let out a long breath. “Misha. . .”

  “What? I know I fucked up. There are things in Paris I have to deal with. Other dilemmas.”

  “More stuff?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s why you were going to Paris this morning?”

  “Yes, but then you were so warm and smelled so good.” He pulled me back to him. “Is it fair that I’m addicted to you? I’ve been dropping the ball on everything.”

  “I don’t want you to drop any balls. Maybe. . .I can help somehow.”

  “This is not ballet.”

  “Try me.”

  “One of the dilemmas deal with someone stealing Kazimir’s codes to nuclear weapons.”

  I left his arms. “Nuclear weapons?”

  “Yes.”

  I held my hands out at my sides. “Okay. You’re right. That’s beyond ballet. Fuck.”

  “I have to deal with that.”

  “Uh, yes, Misha. You must deal with nuclear weapons. That’s more important than me.”

  “But now we have assassins in St Petersburg. Apparently, they’re dressed nicely, so that’s an upside. I might get some fashion tips.”

  “This is not a time to joke. You have to go to Paris and deal with the codes and Kazimir, but onl
y if you would be safe.”

  “I would go, but I’m not leaving you here with assassins in the city.”

  “Then, I’ll go with you. I can stay out of the way or—”

  “You’re not going to Paris.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want you involved or close to Kazimir and his crap.”

  “Misha, I’m sleeping with you. You’re shooting people because you want to watch me dance. You’re avoiding your cousin because you want to hang out with me. I’m completely involved.”

  The smile left his face. “You’re not going.”

  “You can’t tell me where I’m going.” I walked around him and went to my dresser. “We can leave in an hour, if necessary. You will not get in any more trouble—”

  “You’re not going, Ava.”

  “I’m going.” I yanked open the drawer.

  He got in front and shut it. “I won’t let you. Don’t push me on this.”

  I gave up. “Misha.”

  His fun tone left. “I want you out of this.”

  “I already told you I was involved—”

  “There are too many dangerous people in Paris.”

  “And there are dangerous people here.”

  “I have this under control—”

  “Bullshit, Misha. Let’s just go to Paris—”

  “No.”

  Someone knocked at the door.

  I yelled, “I’m fine, Grandma.”

  A dark voice sounded. “It’s not Grandma, but I’m glad you’re fine. Is Misha in there?”

  I looked at Misha. “Who is that?”

  “My friend.” Misha walked over, grabbed his pants, put them on, and yelled at the door, “Give me a minute, Naveen.”

  I hurried his way. “I should just go with you to Paris. I can take my grandmother. I have cousins in the city anyway.”

  “No. And that’s final.”

  “It’s not final. You can’t tell me where I can go.”

  “We’re done talking about this.” He zipped up his pants, left, and shut the door.

  I thought he was being stupid, but I didn’t know much about his world. Was he right to think that I would be in more danger in Paris? I would do my best to stay out of the way. I just wanted him safe and out of all this craziness. So far, he was in danger in St Petersburg because of me. And now he was avoiding his cousin due to me too. This had to stop.

  As my grandmother always says, it is time to put out all the fires.

  I opened the door to follow him.