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

by Kenya Wright

Like a mad man, I licked and sucked her pussy. I reveled in her taste as I lapped her center. I groaned from her warmth as I slid my fingers into her tight little hole.

  “Misha!” She rocked back into my face.

  I grabbed her hips hard, making sure she didn’t move away.

  She cried out in pleasure, “Oh!”

  I removed my face from her pussy, rubbed my hands on my face, and tasted my fingers. She glanced over her shoulders. Shock covered her face as she watched me.

  I sucked her arousal off my index finger. “Did I give you permission to open your eyes?”

  She licked her lips. “No.”

  “You see how much power you hold over me?”

  “Do I hold much power? You have me in complete control. I’m bent over and naked for you.”

  “You’re the only woman that’s ever been down here. Not even my cousin or father has been here. You know more about me than almost anyone.” I lowered to the bed, lay on my back, and rubbed my cock’s mushroomed tip. “I give up.”

  She rose. “What do you mean you give up?”

  “I give up trying to pretend that you’re not in control of my body.” I growled. “Ride me.”

  She climbed on top of me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She positioned her pussy on my cock and quickly lowered onto it, not giving me a moment to adjust. A deep groan left my mouth. Her pussy was sopping wet. It embraced every inch of my cock.

  I grabbed her ass hard. “Yes, Ava. Ride it.”

  She cried out.

  Her breasts bounced on her chest. Moving my cock with her rhythm, I rose and lapped at her nipples.

  She rocked up and down on me. “Misha, I love your cock.”

  “Hmmm,” I groaned. “Do you, now?”

  Before she could respond, I captured her mouth and pushed my tongue inside, consuming her. Feasting. Devouring. She kept her motion, but I was back to my old ways, unable to give her full control. It was hard to fully let her have command of my body. In that moment, I realized that it would always be a battle for domination with her. I would always yearn to possess her body and moans.

  My fingers found their way into her hair. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down onto my cock, pushing in deeper than I thought possible.

  Gasping, she yelled out a moan that vibrated down to my bones.

  Wild with lust, I growled. “I’m sorry. You can’t have complete control.”

  “Misha!”

  I moved her hips, driving her body like a car. That wet pussy slid up and down on my cock with pure precision.

  “Misha!”

  “Yes. Fuck! Work those hips.”

  “Misha!”

  The bed rocked. Grunting, I sped us up, shoving my length into her while gripping the back of her head. Her nipples bobbed as her breasts bounced. Pumping more, I gathered a nipple in my mouth and sucked.

  “Oh fuck!” She shuddered against me.

  I let go of the nipple. “Hmmm. Are you coming?”

  “Yes.”

  I slowed my strokes and gazed into those lovely brown eyes. Watching Ava orgasm would be a daily priority for the rest of my life. She gazed back at me. Her lids hung low. Lust filled those dilated pupils.

  “Yes.” I fucked her from the bottom.

  Moaning and in a daze, she stared at me.

  “God, yes.”

  Her pussy hugged me. I pulled her down, giving her a long, punishing stroke. Once I ended this danger surrounding us, I would have to consider what further ways I could lock Ava down and chain her to me. There would be no other woman. No one else could satisfy me or capture my attention.

  “Misha. Misha.” Still orgasming, she clenched those wet, soft walls around my cock, milking the tip and driving me crazy. “Misha.”

  “Yes.” My length jerked in her. “Keeping saying my fucking name.”

  “Misha!”

  “There you go, taking all the control again.” I let go of her hair and fell back into the bed, unable to help myself. Her saying my name triggered my orgasm. My body could take no more without exploding. Exhausted, I simply drowned in the shattering pleasure.

  “Damn you!” I grabbed her ass. It was the only thing I could hold onto. My cock drowned in her arousal. And I felt like I was drowning too. I could barely catch my breath or sit back up. All I could do was lay back and let her dominate me. “Fuck. You win this time.”

  And then my words left me. She bounced up and down. Her pussy hugged. Those hips rocked and her ass jiggled under my hands.

  My eyes went sleepy as I gazed up at her. My body shuddered as I fell into a blur of extreme bliss.

  What could be more beautiful than this? Is there any other way humans could be more connected? Bonded in pleasure. United in lust. Linked together in hot unending passion.

  “Ah!” I spilled into Ava. My cock jerked and moved on its own. Semen spurted from the tip, coating her wet tunnel.

  She collapsed on top of me. Sweat coated both of our bodies. Blinking, I opened my eyes and noticed the belt on the pillow. “Damn it.”

  Resting her head on my chest, she panted. “What?”

  “I never got a chance to whip you.”

  “You did a little.”

  “It wasn’t enough.”

  She laughed and lifted her body. My cock left her. Then, she moved off me and lay on my side. “You’re not whipping me, Misha.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “If you whip me, then I will whip you.”

  “Ha! You’re not just a talented ballerina. You’re also a comedian.”

  “Smartass.”

  Trembling from that earthshattering orgasm, I still couldn’t move. It was a lot to just open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. “This is the first time I’ve fucked in this bed.”

  “Good. There won’t be any other woman in this bed either.”

  “Or any other bed I own.”

  “Exactly. You’re mine, Mikhail Stronz.”

  I grinned. “This is the first time a woman has owned me too.”

  “And the last time.”

  I caught my breath and directed my view to her. “Is that right, Miss Ava Jones?”

  “Yes.” Her chest rose and fell. Her breasts glistened with moisture.

  I touched the center of her chest, right between her breasts. “I guess we should talk about changing that last name of yours. Ava Stronz sounds better.”

  She widened her eyes. “Misha. . .that is. . .”

  I laughed. “What? Too soon?”

  “Yes.”

  “But is it too soon? I’ve already killed for you. That’s a sure sign there will never be another for you or me.”

  “I don’t like how easily you say that.” She sat up, covered her breasts, and tried to get up from the bed.

  I captured Ava and brought her back to me. “What do you mean you don’t like how I say it?”

  “It’s easy for you to admit that you killed those men.”

  I looked into her eyes. “It is. That’s another part of me I’m showing you.”

  “The part where it’s easy for you to kill?”

  “Yes.”

  She swallowed and looked away. “That part is going to be hard to get used to.”

  I touched her chin and brought her view back to me. “But will you get used to it?”

  “I must, if we’re truly going to be forever.” She let out a long breath. “But do you think that maybe you will. . .I don’t know. . .change or—?”

  “Stop killing when I deem it is necessary?”

  “Yes.”

  “How would I solve my problems?” I smirked. “Would I call the police?”

  A serious expression hit her. “That’s how people handle problems.”

  “I have no faith in the police for anything but filling their pockets with Brotherhood money and having a great talent of looking away when it suits them. Perhaps, American police are better?”

  She gave me a weak smile. “I wouldn’t say all that.”

 
I slipped my finger along the line of her jaw, knowing that I had to compromise in some way. With Ava, I could never remain the same Misha. I had to grow and be better.

  Before Ava, my life had been monotonous violence and constant tedious murder. So much blood filled my days that the sight of that red liquid bored me. The cries of pain made me yawn. The stench of death was as familiar and common to me as my own scent. The only significant people in my life were Kazimir, my father, Naveen, Valentina, and a few in the Brotherhood. The only things that gave me joy were guns and computers. Satellites and exploring the dark web. Nothing genuinely excited me. Not the many forgettable women that sucked my cock or spent a few nights in my bed. Not the designer suits or gold watches. Nor the elegant clubs and sleepless nights of nonstop partying.

  No real happiness came. Perhaps I had been an empty shell of a man. A ghost floating along a planet that gave me no joy—no purpose.

  And then one night I went with Valentina to the ballet. Ava had been an unexpected delight. Her dancing thrilled my mind. The pirouettes. The high athletic leaps into the air. The dazzling elegance of her body. Her cheerful spirit. Ava hadn’t even been the principal of the play, but she was the only one I remembered at the end of the night.

  The brutal world hollowed me out and now Ava gave me the chance to be whole again.

  That first night, Ava changed me. I now had a goal—to get her in my bed. I now had a purpose—to make her completely mine. I now had a destiny—to watch over her forever.

  So, I confessed what I hoped to be the truth. “Perhaps I can change, Ava.”

  Her face brightened with hope.

  I moved my hand from her chin and ran my fingers through her hair. “I can promise you that I will do my best not to kill unless absolutely necessary.”

  “Thank you, Misha.”

  She owned me like no other. In the end, I would give everything up for her, if she asked—the Brotherhood, my hold on technology, and even my name in the underground world.

  She looked away. “It’s not that I want you to change who you are completely. It’s just. . .the killing scares me.”

  “I understand. Don’t worry about that.” I brought her view back to me, hating when I didn’t have her full attention. “You already promised to tell me if you get scared. Never forget that.”

  “I promise.”

  “If my killing scares you, I will do my best to stop. In the end, you walking away terrifies me even more.”

  Chapter 13

  Ava

  The next day I woke up underground, missing the warmth of the sun and the simple view that only a window could bring. But Misha lay next to me. I felt safe burrowed within his strong arms. My head rested along his numerical holy cross that will forever be the only way I could look at a crucifixion.

  Someone knocked.

  Misha stirred under me.

  The knock came again.

  I rose and sat up.

  Misha opened his eyes and gazed at me.

  Circuit’s deep voice sounded on the other side. “We have some news on the Xecutioners.”

  Misha studied my face. “Good morning, Ava.”

  Circuit yelled, “Misha, are you up?”

  I grinned. “Are you going to deal with that?”

  “I would rather not.” He kissed my forehead. “I would rather make love to you all morning.”

  The knocks turned to booming. “Misha!”

  “Baby.” I dragged myself away from him. “You have to deal with this.”

  “Misha!”

  Groaning, he rose and stood. His muscled bare ass served as a delicious view. He took a discarded sheet from the edge of the bed, wrapped it around his waist, and stalked over to the door.

  “Go ahead, Circuit.” Misha touched the door with the tip of his finger. It slid open.

  Wiping his forehead with a red towel, Circuit scowled on the other side. “You have us stay up all night tracking this band of. . .I don’t know what they are, and right as we find something you take your sweet time to get our report.”

  “Is that a question about my egotistical selfishness or a statement on it?”

  “Statement.”

  “Noted.” Misha yawned. “What’s the news?”

  “The Xecutioners landed in Tokyo and are camped out in a building across from the Dragon’s penthouse.”

  “They haven’t met with Kenji or anyone in the yakuza?”

  “They’ve only remained hidden in the building until ten minutes ago.” He pulled out a sheet of paper or maybe it was a photo. “They taped this to the window. It’s on the back of the building away from the Dragon’s view. We had a satellite zone in and snap a picture.”

  Misha took the image and stared at it. “What time is it over there?”

  “Ten in the morning.”

  He continued to hold the picture. “I’ll be out in ten minutes. Until then, start the process.”

  “We need to let Team Alpha go to sleep and put the Beta team on this.”

  “Do it.”

  Circuit frowned. “Am I going to get a thank you?”

  “Surely, I pay you enough to not need to give you daily gratitude. In addition, your ego is bloated enough as it is.”

  “But I still love those sweet words from your lips. It provides a sexy soundtrack while I masturbate.”

  Still holding the photo, Misha sighed. “Thank you, Circuit. Where would I be without you? How would I live? Even more important, how would the world survive without your genius?”

  “Ah.” Circuit winked at Misha. “I can feel the boner rising.”

  “Tug it later and get Beta caught up.” Misha touched the door.

  It closed shut.

  He stalked back to the bed, set the photo on his desk, and headed to the bathroom. “I wanted to make love to you this morning, but life is doing what it always does where I’m concerned.”

  I rose from the bed. “What’s that?”

  “It’s getting in the damn way.” He stormed into the bathroom but didn’t close the door. The shower sounded next.

  Naked, I walked over to the desk and looked at the image. Apparently, the Xecutioners had taped the message to the window. I read the words out loud, “Mosquito, shut it off at 1:00 pm our time. Hiro.”

  Who is Mosquito?

  I headed into the bathroom.

  Water ran down Misha’s body. With his eyes closed, he leaned his head back and took the spray of water to his face. Steam rose in tendrils along his muscular legs. It was a delight to simply look at him. Almost erotic and spiritual at the same time.

  I stepped inside the glass shower, grabbed a black bar of soap, and smelled it. Surprisingly, a musk cologne fragrance left it. I picked up the washcloth on the side, lathered the cloth, and smeared bubbles across his back.

  A long sigh left his mouth. His eyes remained closed. Moving his head away from the spray, he raised his arms to the side and placed each hand on the side of the shower. “You spoil me.”

  “You deserve it.”

  I ran bubbles along his neck and on his holy cross. Then, I slid the cloth down to his waist and continued until I was lathering his hardening cock with the fragrant soap.

  He grunted. “Perhaps I have some time for sex this morning.”

  “You don’t.” I left his cock and lathered his thighs. “Turn around.”

  He did as I asked. “I want to be inside you.”

  “You will be after you’re done for today.” I smeared suds over his firm ass and then turned my attention back to the wide expanse of his back. “Who is Mosquito?”

  “You looked at the picture?”

  “I did. If I’m going to be the cause of somebody’s death, then I’ll know all the details around it.”

  “That’s not necessary.”

  “We can’t have a relationship if I’m in the dark.”

  “Many of my fellow brothers have girlfriends or wives that remain completely in the dark. Most of their women chose that.”

  “The
scariest part about a dark room is that you don’t know what’s lurking and hiding inside it. I like the light.”

  He stepped into the spray. Warm water washed away all the soap I’d painted on him. He turned around, took the cloth from, and leaned down to kiss me.

  I backed away. “Who’s the Mosquito?”

  He scowled.

  “Misha?”

  “I am. It’s a nickname that Valentina started when I was a kid. Others began to whisper it behind my back. As we grew up, more outside of the circle would hear it and assume that it was my official label.”

  “Why the Mosquito?”

  “Valentina thought it was the best animal nickname to piss me off with.”

  “Did it?”

  “At first, then I put it on like armor.”

  I smirked. “Good. I don’t like her.”

  He frowned which shocked me.

  I blinked. “What’s wrong?”

  “In all the madness, there’s other things that I have to deal with. It concerns. . .Valentina.” He soaped up the washcloth and began to lather me with it.

  I waved him away. “You don’t have the time to wash me, Misha.”

  “But this is what I want to do.”

  “I can wash myself.” I took the cloth back from him.

  Frowning, he left the shower and grabbed a towel. “I see you’re going to be the one person that makes me deal with all my shit this month.”

  “Terrific. I’m on break from ballet. I want to do something useful. Managing you may be fun.” I washed myself.

  He wrapped the towel around his waist. Instead of leaving the bathroom, he leaned back against the wall and ran his gaze up and down my naked body.

  Remembering what he’d just said, I asked, “What’s the problem with Valentina?”

  He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “It’s not the type of news to deliver in a bathroom.”

  “Bad news?”

  “Complicated news.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Later tonight when I have more time we can talk about it. I hope. . .it won’t be a problem for us.”

  “It won’t be a problem.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Well, is it more death?”

  He gave me a sad smile. “It’s about life.”

  “Tell me now.” I rinsed the soap off my body.

  He ran his fingers through his wet hair. “Let’s wait for dinner.”