Sergei: Russian Mafia Romance (Red Bratva Billionaires Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  When I return back downstairs to leave, Sergei is nowhere to be found.

  What a chicken shit.

  Chapter Twenty

  The first week of being home, I never leave my room. I never want to. I hate everything and everyone and just sit in my room, crying mostly, and listening to old Whitney Houston ballads. My parents assume I endured some sort of trauma at his house. They beg me to go to therapy everyday, yet funny enough, never for my forgiveness.

  I recount my time with Sergei day after day. The way he moaned my name as he made love to me. The way he would hold me as we watched scary movies late into the night. Having him cook breakfast for me, as I would watch from the barstool. His laugh. His smile. His nickname for me.

  Kotenok.

  After a week, the emotion stops, and I feel dead inside. After another week of feeling sorry for myself, I pick up my laptop and open a word document.

  I type, and type. And three days later I laugh as the words flowed freely. I was writing and it sounded good. I wanted to show Sergei, but knew better.

  I had not only written a children’s story, it had morphed into something so much more. Dragons, monsters, and princesses filled the pages, and for the first time in a long time, I was proud of something I had accomplished.

  The next morning, the day of my twenty-second birthday, I leave my room. Walking down the staircase, I noticed a huge vase of blue flowers on the entryway table. Clitoria. I rush over to them. There was no card, but I knew they were from him.

  “Nice flowers,” my mother says as she enters the room with a bloody mary in her hand.

  “I suppose.” I watch her as she looked the flowers over, searching for a card.

  She offers up an alcohol induced ‘Happy Birthday’ which I mutter a half-ass thank you to. My mother is the epitome of an alcoholic. I wasn’t even sure if she still even loved my father or me. Just the money to feed her addiction.

  My father enters, glancing at the flowers. “Who are those from? They were delivered this morning.”

  “I think they’re from Mr. Isanov,” I state, trying my best to hide any emotion.

  “I don’t know what you did, Kai, but you did something right,” he sneers.

  My mother raises her glass in apparent agreement and then leaves the room.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, spinning around to face my father. “I did something right.”

  “I owed him a lot of money. Didn’t think he was smart enough to catch it. Didn’t know how I was going to pay them back. Yet, Sergei called everything off. The debt, the criminal charges, everything.”

  “Criminal charges? What do you mean?”

  My father walks over to the sofa and sits down. He places his head in his hands and lets out a deep breath.

  “I’ve made many mistakes, Kai.”

  “Like what?” My heart is racing as I try to make sense of what he is saying.

  “I’ve been with the family a long time. Sergei’s grandfather was Bratva but always had a vision for the family to go legit. He passed that legacy onto Sergei’s father and then to Sergei. It was my job to wash the dirty money and invest it into the legal businesses.”

  “So they are mob?”

  “You never can totally leave the Bratva, but they made tremendous strides to do so. Same way the Kennedy family cleaned up their money in America.”

  “Okay.”

  “But make no mistake about it, that family has done a lot of bad things to fund their legal business, and so I didn’t feel guilty for skimming from them. I’m stealing from criminals, right? But Sergei is smarter than his father. He found out. Technically, I should be in jail, or dead.”

  My eyes enlarge as I listen. “How much money did you take?”

  “Two...maybe three when it’s all said and done.”

  “Two hundred thousand dollars!?” I ask incredulously.

  “Two million.”

  “Oh my God, dad!”

  “And he dropped it all the moment he saw you. Your mother and I knew you were born beautiful for a reason. After taking you, he called a few days later and paid the debt from his own personal account. Then he called a week later and dropped all the charges. Yes, I no longer have a job. We’ll most likely lose everything, but at least I’m alive.”

  I step closer. “How could you?”

  My mind was at battle, trying to sort everything out.

  “Don’t act like he’s some sort of saint, Kai.”

  “He was your boss.”

  “I don’t know what you did with him in that house, Kai, but you need to forget about him. He’s not a good man.”

  I shake my head. “Yet you willingly gave me to him to pay for your treachery. I can’t believe this or you.”

  I need to see him, I had to find him.

  I leave the room, and rush upstairs to grab my purse and keys. I hop into my mother’s little BMW, most likely paid with Sergei’s stolen money.

  To make the apology that the two of them should have made already.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I drive straight to Sergei’s house, but the housekeeper tells me that he isn’t home, so I get back in the car and drive to the city.

  My phone rings nonstop. My father is trying to reach me. Trying to stop me. But I didn’t answer. I don’t have anything to say to him. I needed to see Sergei.

  I arrive at his publishing company, stepping up to the receptionist’s desk, I desperately ask for him.

  “I’m here to see Mr. Isanov.”

  Her small smile and bright, blue eyes lit up her face.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Isanov isn’t here today.”

  I race out of the building in a panic. Where could he be?

  I drive around, trying to remember the way to his wildflower field, hoping and praying that he would be there. I miss him more than I wanted to admit.

  When I pull into the empty field, the tears fall as the realization hits me that he isn’t here either.

  Stepping out of the car, I walk over to the rock where we sat the day he’d brought me here. It was still early, and Chicago was alive with an energy which I focus on as I stare across the bay.

  The wind picks up and I wrap my arms around myself, picturing Sergei’s eyes when he smiles. Envisioning the sexy beat of his heart, as I lay on his chest each night after having some of the best sex I could’ve ever imagined. Zoning out on my thoughts, I don’t notice when a car pulls up next to mine.

  “Kai, what are you doing here?” Sergei’s thick accent soothes me.

  I don’t turn around at first. Hugging myself tighter. Thanking the universe that he found me here.

  “Just thinking.”

  He sits down next to me and his breathing is ragged. His normally stoic demeanor softens as he runs a finger across my cheek. “What are you thinking about?”

  A tear races toward his finger still on me.

  “You,” I say before turning to him.

  His eyes are dark. Like he hasn’t slept in weeks. They search mine before his lips crash into mine. I break the kiss after a moment.

  “You pushed me away.”

  “Kotenok–”

  “You’re a very mean man.”

  “I am idiot, da?”

  “Da.”

  “I’ll do better.”

  I can tell that he means those words.

  “Sergei, I’m so sorry about everything my father did.”

  “Shh, it isn’t anything for you to be sorry for. You didn’t know.”

  “You shouldn’t have paid off his debt. He should pay for his crimes,” I say as Sergei holds me in his arms.

  “I could never prosecute the papa of woman I love.”

  “What did you say?”

  “I love you, kotenok. There’s no running from that anymore.”

  “You do?”

  “And you do too, da?” He smiles, stepping closer to me.

  “Yes, Sergei, I love you too.”

  Now I am straddling Sergei while he kisses me. Wait, it’
s more like he is fucking my mouth with his tongue. It makes me urgently want these panties off and his dick inside of me.

  As if he can read my thoughts, he breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Let’s get rid of these,” he says and slides my panties off.

  He keeps his hold on me and moves us up on top of the large rock.

  “I’m going to fuck my favorite girl at my favorite place.”

  “This is crazy.”

  “You like it when they watch, da?”

  “No!”

  “Da, you do. Don’t lie.”

  He pulls out his dick and grabs me tightly by the hips. “Sink down on me, baby.”

  I position my wet pussy above him and slowly lower myself. I’ve never felt so completely full and he’s not even all the way in yet, but when he is, I take a second to adjust to the feeling. I’ve missed him. My body had missed him.

  He starts rubbing his hands on my thighs and back to my ass. It feels so good that I just start moving and holy shit, it feels amazing. A loud moan escapes my lips and my eyes start to drift closed. He grabs ahold of my hips and starts to really move beneath me. “Oh God,” I moan out as I start moving faster.

  “Don’t hold back. I want you to ride me hard and fast. I want to watch those tits bounce,” he says.

  I start moving faster and when I hear him curse under his breath, it spurs me on. We are both moving with such force, I toss my head back and cry out in pleasure. The intense feeling he is causing me to feel is unlike anything. My body is begging for release, burning with the need. He reaches up and pinches my nipples and I scream, “Fuck!”

  “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock with your head tossed back. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it,” he says with a strain in his voice.

  “I need you to make me come, Sergei,” I moan out, feeling myself pushing closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growls. Then he strings together several sentences in Russian that I don’t understand.

  I feel my body starting to tighten up and I know that I am going to come soon. Sergei pinches one nipple, smacks my ass, and I can’t believe the way my body reacts.

  It’s like my body craved and missed his touch, and I have the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It rips right through me like wildfire.

  “Sergei, holy fuck!” I scream as he keeps pounding into me, making my orgasm go on and on.

  He squeezes my ass, and lets out a low moan, before finding his own release.

  “Oh fuck, da!” he growls fiercely.

  I collapse on top of him, and we lay like that outside under the clouds, for a few minutes until we’ve both caught our breath. Lifting my head I rest my chin on his chest and see that he is watching me. He looks, dare I say, happy.

  I smile and move up pressing my lips to his. We share a slow, almost sweet kiss, before he pulls away.

  “We didn’t use a condom,” I say in a moment of slow realization.

  “Nyet, we didn’t.”

  “Aren’t you worried?”

  “I want baby inside of you. I want everything with you, Kotenok.”

  “And I want it all with you too. Everything you can teach me. Everything you can show me. I want to experience it all with you.”

  Epilogue

  Kai

  I’ve never felt more alive in all my life. Being Sergei’s ‘kept’ woman has been amazing. I’ve never felt anything more freeing. Sure, my father and mother were sad (in their own twisted way) to see me leave their home, but my father should be thankful. He should really be down on his knees thanking Sergei for all that he’s given him. And me.

  I love the man. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. I don’t think I could have planned for anything better. This is bliss.

  I always hoped my life would take me places, but I never imagined it would lead me to a Russian mob boss. Although it’s not as crazy as you may think. To the world I’m dating a Russian billionaire and nothing more.

  His family seems to be finally be coming around to accepting me, mainly after everything with my father was resolved; but Sergei and I are too busy with each other most nights to worry about them or anything else.

  Sergei said I should think about going back to college. He wants me to run the publishing leg of the business, but of course I would need a degree in English and maybe another in business. So that’s what I’ll do. Maybe together Sergei and I can rule the world.

  Maybe together we can drum up some action too.

  Sergei enters the room, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. He kisses me, walking me back to the end of the couch. Damn, he’s sexy.

  He sits down, asking me to sit with him. I know what that means. Now I am straddling him while he kisses me, no more like, fucks my mouth with his tongue. It makes me want these panties off and his dick inside of me.

  As if he can read my thoughts, he breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Let’s get rid of these,” he says and slides my panties off. And then I slide down on his dick, loving the way this beautiful man fills me up.

  “I love you,” I tell him.

  He kisses me and then breaks the kiss briefly. “I love you too.”

  “Fuck me hard,” I tell my man, knowing how rough he likes to get.

  “I want to watch tits bounce,” he says hungrily, wrapping his hands tighter into my hair, pulling it.

  I start moving faster and when I hear him curse in Russian under his breath, it spurs me on. We are both moving with such force, I toss my head back and cry out in pleasure. The intense feeling he is causing me to feel is unlike anything. My body begs for release, burning with the want. He reaches up and pinched my nipples and I scream, “Shit!”

  “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock with your head tossed back. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it,” he says with a strain in his voice.

  “I need you to make me come,” I moan out, feeling myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunts.

  My body climbs and climbs with no end in sight. The pain, the pleasure of having this man seated deeply within me. It was making me crazy with lust, love, and need.

  This man made me moan out, he made me grind my hips harder against him. And then his fingers found my clit, circling around it, pulling, tugging, and making me get off in the most intense of ways.

  “I’m coming,” I shouted, gripping my fingers into the base of his neck.

  “Keep coming on my cock.”

  “I love the way you fuck me,” I moan out as my orgasm comes to an end.

  But, Sergei’s picked up, and he rubs my nipple against his hand, his eyes meeting mine. “You never leave me, Kotenok, da?”

  “What?”

  “You never leave.”

  “No, I’ll never leave you.”

  “You belong to me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Marry me.”

  I slide my hands in his hair at the nape of his neck and stare him square in the eyes.

  “Yes, Sergei. I do.”

  And then I watch as this man comes deep inside me, his body jerking, his lips open, a loud long groan exiting his mouth.

  He is so damn sexy.

  And I am so lucky.

  Because he is all mine. Forever and ever.

  Extended Epilogue

  Sergei

  I’ve been permanently branded by this woman. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and never knew I needed. I love my life now. Just thinking about her makes me hard.

  My cock is aching and it won’t be long before I unleash myself deep inside of her. Her belly is slowly swelling with my child, and it makes me even more possessive of her if that’s possible.

  Once inside the house, she tosses her keys on the table, and I pounce on her like a horny animal. I back her into the kitchen just inside the door. I press my body firmly against hers as my cock tents my khaki pants.

  I smash my lips to her as she purrs beneath me. Her brown eyes fall shut at the moment our mouths co
nnect. Needing to fuck her, I break the kiss.

  “Kai, bedroom. Now.”

  “Okay,” she whispers as she leads me out of the galley-style kitchen.

  “Everything’s good, da?” I need to always check in and make sure I’m not hurting our growing baby or hurting her.

  She nods as her tongue swipe at her bottom lip. My eyes clock her movements.

  “Baby is fine. Mama is horny.”

  I hoist her up into my arms, her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and I storm down the hallway. Flinging the door open, and then doing the same to Kai on the bed, I brace myself above her. Her legs spread for me to fit perfectly between and I cock a low grin at her.

  “I missed you today,” she says.

  Placing my finger on her lips, I quiet her before she can continue. Her full lips curve into a smile as I lower myself to remove each shoe on her feet with precision and care, then move up to her skirt and slide it down her long legs.

  She’s sex and sweetness all rolled up into a nice little package, and I want to take my time to devour her.

  Once she’s completely naked, I step back and run a hand along my jaw before removing my clothes. She’s breathtaking and I don’t know what part of her I want to touch first. Her lips? Her tits? Her fucking pussy? I want it all, like a stark raving lunatic loosed from the confines of his own personal agony within his mind.

  I need the release. The bed dips under my weight as I lick a trail up her toned stomach. Her skin is like silk.

  “Fuck, kotenok, you feel so good,” I say as I press her tits against my face.

  I suck along her tender breasts and then pop one nipple into my hungry mouth, encasing it between my teeth. She cries out and I lick away the sting. Her hips buck against me and I sit up, stroking my cock just a bit, and stare down to take her all in.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I say as I position my body over her full tits, rubbing the head of my cock between them. Desire fills her eyes and she pushes them together, capturing my cock. Oh fuck. She leans her head forward to lick the tip as I pump between her breasts. My head falls back, my abs clenching from the effort it takes to not come all over her face.