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

by Kenya Wright

  “You are too.”

  He yanked my pajama pants down. “Am I?”

  My next word rode a pant. “Yes.”

  I was now naked under him.

  Instead of getting naked with me, Misha lowered and licked the curve of my breasts. My body throbbed with hot lust.

  I whimpered, “Now your jeans.”

  “When I saw you at the airport, I wanted to eat you.”

  “Yes. You said I was a feast. Now fuck me.”

  He captured his mouth around my nipple and gave it a little nibble. A tiny bit of pain sparked at the areola, triggering me to shudder against him.

  “Please, Misha.”

  He swirled around the nipple with his tongue. When he left my breasts, he moved down my body, leaving a path of hot kisses. Heat spread across my skin. I couldn’t take any more. I was willing to beg as loud as possible for him to fuck me.

  He continued down to my thighs and spread them. My bare pussy was now exposed and barely an inch from his mouth.

  “You’re not being fair, Misha.”

  “You’ll learn one day.”

  I shivered. “Learn what?”

  He kissed my throbbing clit and then swirled his tongue all over my pussy. Moaning, I stirred and writhed. I twisted and turned. So many sensations zipped through me. Ribbons of desire unfolded at my core. The whole time he kept my pussy in place, assaulting it with his tongue.

  “Misha,” I murmured, curling my toes.

  His words were wicked. “Stop moving.”

  He grabbed my hips and pinned me to the bed. And then he kissed my pussy like it was a mouth, dipping his tongue inside of me and sucking on my folds. He closed his lips over my clit and flicked his tongue.

  “Oh!” I gripped the sheets next to me. All I could do was take it. He massaged my clit with his tongue. I rocked into his mouth and he held my hips down again, not letting me get any control.

  Moaning, I could barely catch my breath. My pussy pulsed. With both hands, he lifted my ass off the bed and devoured me some more.

  And then he stopped and rose over me.

  Wait. What?

  His face was wet with my arousal. He licked his lips and scowled at me.

  What did I do?

  I gazed up at him. I knew my hair was all over the place.

  Instead of giving me his cock or more of that mouth, he painted every inch of my body with his heated gaze. “That outfit you visited the Xecutioners in—”

  “Misha,” I panted. “Focus. Please.”

  “I almost took you in one of the limos and fucked you.” He undid his jeans and took them off. “Next time, don’t meet killers looking so sexy.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  My chest rose and fell like I’d been running. “You can’t do what you just did to my pussy and then try to have a logical conversation. Let’s talk about this after you fuck me.”

  “Don’t look that sexy when meeting with killers.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it will make your boyfriend want to kill them. Men like the Xecutioners don’t get to see you look so sexy.”

  “You said they were into fashion so—”

  “And the lollipops?”

  Jesus Christ! Now is not the time! I want to fuck!

  I let out a long breath. “In the report that Circuit gave me, it said Hiro liked lollipops. I honestly believe that if I didn’t have the lollipops, he would have ignored me.”

  Misha slung his jeans on the floor. His thick, long cock pushed up against his boxer briefs.

  There we go.

  Not able to contain myself anymore, I reached out for his cock.

  He knocked my hand away.

  I whispered, “Really, Misha?”

  “Is there anymore to the contract besides your dancing for the Dragon and his wife?”

  I felt like a drug addict. I was willing to tell Misha anything to feel him inside of me.

  “Ava?”

  “I. . .I thought we were going to discuss this later.”

  “I never said that. I just wanted you naked.”

  I sighed. “But I want to fuck.”

  “Focus, Ava.”

  “Asshole.” I frowned.

  He crossed his muscular arms over his chest, looking so sexy. “The contract?”

  I gave up. “They’ll pick the venue, date, and time. I’ll come to Tokyo to do a private performance. I assume there will be other guests.”

  “You assume? You don’t know?”

  “I wanted their help and time was of the essence.” I grabbed his boxer briefs. This time he didn’t stop me. I felt victorious. “Now if you move my hand again, you’re going to have a problem.”

  “Oh really?” He watched me pull the material down and then caught my hand. I tried to move it. He wouldn’t let me.

  “Stop playing, Misha.”

  “Any more details to the contract?”

  I glared at him. “That’s it. Stop teasing me. This is cruel.”

  “You’re not doing the contract.”

  “Let go of my hand.”

  He did.

  As soon as my fingers touched his length and gripped it, he groaned. The head of his cock was large and warm. Slowly, I slipped my fingers up and down his thick, long cock. “And I am going to do the contract.”

  He licked his lips. “You won’t.”

  I squeezed the mushroomed tip. “I will.”

  He closed his eyes and groaned again.

  “Fuck me, Misha.”

  Opening his eyes, he lowered to me. His hot lips traveled down my neck and to the arc of my breasts, making me quiver.

  I still held his cock and tried to keep the upper hand between us. But once his mouth hit my breasts, he was back in control. I panted and stirred under his mouth. His tongue toyed with my nipples. His hands caressed my naked body and then found their way to the center of my thighs.

  Seconds later, he pushed into me, taking my pussy over. My body vibrated with him. My nerve endings shuddered in desire.

  “Misha!” I put my hands above my head, not sure what to do with them. All my senses shattered with his passion. I could think of nothing else but him.

  He captured my wrists, held them down on the bed above my head, and thrust deeper into me.

  I rocked, pushing my hips up and trying to ride his rhythm. But there was no keeping up with Misha when he yearned to dominate me. He held my wrists tight and fucked me hard.

  I cried in pleasure. Ecstasy rippled through me.

  My thoughts scattered and drifted away. My mind was caught up in the rapture of him. The unending pleasure that only a pure masculine beast could rain down.

  When he let go of my wrists, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  He grunted. “Hold on.”

  “Hold on?”

  Pulling his cock out, he held me around my waist, picked me up, and took us off the bed. I had no ability to ask him what he was doing because he pressed me against the wall and shoved my words out with his cock. Pumping hard, he fucked me against the wall.

  “Oh, Misha!”

  “You’re damn right.” He growled. “Who’s fucking you?”

  “Misha!”

  “Say it again.”

  “Misha!”

  The muscles on his back flexed and contracted under my fingers. All I could do was hold on as he pumped and thrust into me. Back and forth, he dominated me with that skilled cock. I bucked against him, riding the rhythm and relishing in the passion of us.

  He groaned. “Look at me.”

  I had no idea my eyes were closed. I opened them. My body was so close to exploding. Still pumping, his lids lazily hung halfway over his eyes. Exhilarating sensations gripped me.

  “Oh my God,” I cried in pleasure.

  “Yes, Ava, tell me more.”

  “Oh.”

  “You love this cock.”

  “Yes.”

  “Whose pussy is this?”

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��Yours.”

  “Whose?”

  “Yours.”

  Ecstasy mingled with hot pleasure. My body exploded. My moans mixed with his groans. Our orgasms crashed together. I trembled against him as he shuddered.

  Minutes later, we cuddled on the bed. My body was full of exhaustion. He had to be tired too. I lay on his chest as he held me in his arms.

  Yawning, I looked up. “When’s the last time you slept?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “That’s not good.”

  “I’m getting some rest tonight. We have a long day tomorrow.”

  “Do we?”

  “We’re going to Prague.”

  “Okay.”

  “Is that fine with you, Ava?”

  “It is. I want to help you with your father’s funeral.”

  “You’ve been nothing but a savior to me this entire time.”

  “You’ve done more for me. I’m just trying to keep up.” I closed my eyes and lounged on him.

  “I have a question.”

  Another yawn left me. “What?”

  “What are your thoughts on marriage and children?”

  I opened my eyes. “Uh. . .”

  He moved under me and then lay a small black box on his chest in front of me.

  I raised my head and left him. “Misha?”

  He reached for it.

  I stopped him. “Is that. . .what I think it is?”

  “It is.” He reached for it again.

  I stopped him. “Misha, I’m. . .not ready.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because I am just figuring out who you are and coming to peace with it. Plus, my career is just truly beginning. And. . .you have a daughter. We still don’t know how this will all work out between us.” I blinked. “I don’t even know where I will be in a year.”

  He pierced me with an intense gaze. “You’ll be by my side.”

  “But what will that mean and where will it be?”

  “Ava.” He grabbed the box and placed it on the nightstand. Then he sat up. “I want you to be my wife.”

  I parted my lips.

  “If you’re not ready to say yes, then that is fine. For now.”

  “For now?”

  “I will keep asking until you say yes. Just as you understand that there will never be a time when you can say no.”

  “Misha, that’s not fair.”

  “Our love won’t be fair.” He pulled me into his arms. “I told you before. This is forever. I will never let you go.”

  “But we have to take proper time to get to know each other.”

  “We will, and when we do, you’ll wear that ring.” He shut off the bedroom light and gathered me into his arms.

  In the darkness, I lounged in his warmth. “Misha?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not. You didn’t say no. You said let’s wait.”

  Fear filled me. Marriage was a huge decision—one I wouldn’t take lightly. So far, I knew that I was in love with Misha. There was no doubt in my mind. But were we ready for marriage? Could I truly be his wife while he remained with the Brotherhood? Would more trouble come? And would there be things that I could no longer handle?

  He kissed my forehead. “I love you, Ava.”

  “I love you too.” I held him closer to me. “I love you with every inch of my heart, Misha. I swear I do.”

  “Then, for now, that will be enough.”

  His phone buzzed.

  He shifted in the bed and grabbed it. After a minute, he put the phone on the nightstand.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked.

  “No. Everything is perfect.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Let’s get some sleep.”

  Epilogue

  Misha

  I woke with Ava still in my arms. A wild sleeper, she’d been draped across my body like a human blanket. I grinned and gazed down at the love of my life. Her head lay on my chest, right above my heart. I inhaled her perfumed scent and reveled in this quiet morning.

  Almost everything is done.

  Slowly, I checked my watch.

  Last night, Naveen texted me a message. The Xecutioners had agreed to a meeting with me early in the morning outside of the Peter and Paul Fortress.

  It was an interesting place to meet. The Peter and Paul Fortress was the original citadel of St Petersburg, Russia, and founded by Peter the Great. The designer had built it in the shape of a large star. During the first half of the 1700s to the early 1920s, it served as a prison for political criminals.

  Now it was a museum and a great spot to visit. The fortress walls overlooked sandy beaches. The fortress included several notable buildings clustered around the Peter and Paul Cathedral. However, the Cathedral always stole the show for me. It was the tallest structure in the city center and boasted a gilded angel-topped cupola.

  Why do they want to meet there?

  Slowly, I moved Ava away, making sure to not wake her. If she opened those eyes, I wasn’t sure I could lie to her about where I was going. If I told her the truth, she would demand to go with me. That couldn’t happen. This meeting had to be among men.

  If Hiro thinks that I’m going to let Ava honor the contract, then Hiro is not as smart as I thought.

  When I finished moving her away, I wrapped a blanket over her and left the bed. The small velvet box caught my attention. I stopped in front of it. An ache filled my chest.

  She didn’t say no. That’s a good sign.

  It might’ve been foolish to throw out a proposal after such a rough month, but I was confident that she was the one for me. Ava was my unicorn in this deceptive world of psychotic killers, evil oligarchs, and blood-thirsty criminals. She possessed a sweet heart and loving soul. Only Ava could keep me anchored in the darkness that was my world.

  I picked up the box and brought it with me. I would propose again and again until she said yes. Next time I would do it in a grander style. She deserved glitz, romance, and a big show.

  I opened the box.

  My mother’s ring lay inside. It was the only thing I had from her. When my father placed her body under the stage, he kept the ring on her finger. Rolan watched him do it and held my hand the whole time. Then my dad got drunk and passed out next to the stage. After Rolan carried my father off to his bedroom, he returned, helped me open up the side of the stage, and let me take the ring off.

  “There you go. Batya loves you.” Rolan handed the ring to me. “Now you think of your mom, but hide it well. Igor must never know or a bullet will be in my heart by the morning.”

  “Thank you, batya.”

  “One day you’re going to give this to a beautiful woman that is just as caring and strong as your mother.”

  I shook my head. “I won’t.”

  Rolan grinned. “Trust me, Mikhail. You will, and she’ll be worth it. If not, I’ll snatch the ring off her finger and tell you to try again.”

  We’d left the area and never discussed that moment. As far as I knew, my father never knew the ring was missing. I had no idea if he ever opened the stage’s back opening and looked at her. Did he slowly watch my mother’s body rot? Or did he simply keep the memory of what she looked like alive as he sat on his throne over her?

  It doesn’t matter. He’s gone with Mom.

  Another ache came.

  I can’t avoid this anymore. I have to deal with his. . .death.

  Pushing the thought out of my mind, I closed the ring box, quickly put some clothes on, and placed the box in my pocket.

  You will never escape me, Ava. You might as well say yes the next time I ask.

  I had no pride when it came to her.

  I may ask every week. There will be no shame in every proposal. She will say yes eventually.

  Until then, I would have to enjoy the fact that Ava was all mine no matter what. She’d admitted as much.

  For now, her being my girlfriend will be enough.

  As I left the bedroom, Dima m
et me outside. “Where’s Anatoly?”

  “Nursing his hand and ego.”

  “Which one is the most hurt from the Xecutioners?”

  “His ego.”

  “Then let Anatoly rest. However, get guards to come. We’re heading to the Peter and Paul Fortress. We’re meeting the Xecutioners, be ready for anything with this group.”

  “We’ll be ready.”

  Minutes later, I rode in the limo and glanced out the window. St Petersburg was slowly waking up. These poor residents had no idea all of the craziness that occurred within their city’s borders.

  I thought back to last night and the moment I proposed.

  “But we have to take proper time to get to know each other.”

  Ava was sitting up when she said it. The sheet slipped from her nude body, exposing her small breasts. I wanted to lap at her nipples, but it was a serious conversation. I forced myself to focus and dragged my gaze from her lush body.

  Proper time? We’ll see about that, Ava.

  I smirked as the limo stopped at the meeting place. In the next moment, motorcycles appeared, zipping by the limo and disappearing out of my view. A minute later, they returned, speeding back and then circling my vehicle.

  Must we do the big song and dance this morning, Hiro? I haven’t even had my coffee yet.

  I let out a long sigh.

  They stopped circling, slowed down, and then parked in a line. I almost clapped for the cocky bastards. I was so ready to get this whole interaction over with.

  My driver came to my door and opened it.

  I left and walked to the center of the parking lot.

  Dima joined me with several other men.

  In unison, the Xecutioners turned off their motorcycles and climbed off in one motion.

  Do they practice things like this?

  They returned to the earlier outfits that I’d seen them in the first time we meet. Black zippered pants, black boots, and leather jackets.

  Hiro took off his helmet and placed it on his bike. Short black hair outlined his face. That dark red streak decorated the right side of his head.

  Walking over, he stopped two feet in front of me and then gazed at the large fortress. “Do you know why they built this?”

  I studied him. “The Peter and Paul Fortress was built during the Northern War. They wanted to protect the capital from a possible Swedish counterattack.”

  “Did they?”

  “That’s debatable.”