Dirty Hearts: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

Cold metal pressed against the back of my neck. The sharp edge of a blade.

“You too,” she whispered.

She’s too quiet and fast for her own good.

She set the knife down on the table. It clanked against the wood. I grabbed her. She shrieked.

“You don’t teach me lessons, mysh. I teach you.”

“Maybe you should be learning also.”

“And what would I need to learn?”

“Teamwork and…a less aggressive approach to people.”

“Meaning?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be slapping generals.”

“You don’t like my approach?”

“I think it’s going to get us in another war.”

“I like war.”

“I like fucking you better.”

That response made my cock hard.

And just like that, Emily had won.

She left my arms and walked away.

The light came on next.

I stared at my crazy woman. It felt like someone had slammed me in the solar plexus with a bat as those beautiful brown eyes meet mine. Little did she know, she could destroy me without even lifting a hand. If she walked away…if she left me…that would ruin me more than any chokehold ever could.

The fight had loosened her ponytail. A few loose black curls fell around her face. Such a simple thing, yet every cell of my body yearned to melt against her.

I lowered my voice. “That was dangerous. What if I didn’t know that it was you putting me in a chokehold?”

Confidence filled her voice. “I would’ve handled it.”

“And you think I’m the only one with the ego problem on this plane?”

“I’m rational with my ego.”

“You’re not.” I closed the distance between us.

She backed away.

“The lights are on now, mysh. You can’t run away.”

“Luckily, I don’t want to.”

“You just want to choke your boyfriend?”

She blinked.

What made her so uncomfortable? Was it the fact that I had her cornered as I towered over her? Or was it because I’d said I was her boyfriend? How odd was it even for me to say it on my lips. But it was the truth and I wouldn’t run away from it.

Next, she’ll have me giving her my last name. How would that sound…Emily Solonik? Is she ready? Am I?

She lowered her gaze to my bare chest. “Sometimes I still think we’re moving too fast.”

“And sometimes I feel we’re not moving fast enough.”

She ducked under my arm.

I caught her and brought that small body back to me. “We’re not done talking.”

“We’re not?” She eyed me. “I’ve already taught you my lesson.”

“I learned nothing. I already knew you could handle yourself in a fight.”

“I’m not just going to France to eat good food. I’ll have my eyes open.”

“Fine. There won’t be anything for you to see besides me, and I’ll need all of your attention.”

“And if there’s more to deal with, then I’m—”

“You forget who you’re with.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You’re stubborn.”

“Really, Kaz? Well then, like attracts like.”

“There won’t be any need for you to keep your ears or eyes open in Paris. It’s the city of love, not war.”

She let out a long breath. “Am I worrying for no reason?”

“Yes. Nothing can go against us.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then, I’ll destroy France and any other country causing us harm.”

“We’ll see.”

“We will.”

“Will we?” She rose and kissed me.

Again, Emily’s lips overtook me harder and faster than any attack, taking my breath away and stunning my heart. Along with salt and sweetness, there was nothing but mischief on her tongue. I tried to suck it away, but it was impossible. My mouse would always be a clever creature keeping me on my toes.

Only you.

She pulled away, and then I carried her back into the master suite.

Chapter 10

Emily

Did I show him?

I doubted it.

A wicked smirk covered his face as he carried me into the plane’s master suite.

He learned nothing. If anything, he’ll probably guard me more.

Long ago, he’d decided I was his to protect. Secretly, that felt good. It eased my fears. I felt bad for anyone that dared to come between us.

Why am I even worried about enemies? Why am I so focused on more war?

My gut said keep stressing. My heart argued to let go.

Up in the sky, the rest of the world didn’t exist. Nothing could stop us up here. Back on the ground, it would be the same. No enemy would matter. Nothing ever would, not with the way Kazimir loved me.

How did I get him on the floor?

Kaz was a mountain of a man after all.

It was luck.

For the rest of the flight, we had champagne and chocolate strawberries. Between bites, somehow, Kazimir’s thick cock slipped between my lips.

I sucked his cock with the taste of champagne in my mouth, and he poured more down his length as I licked and lapped, splashing a little at my lips until I didn’t know if I was drinking the champagne or him.

“Goddamn it.” His cock bust hot and thick into my mouth. “Take it all.”

Towering over me, he shook more champagne on his cock.