Dirty Hearts: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“That’s right.” I rose on my toes and kissed him. Instantly, Kazimir’s arms wrapped around my waist. He squeezed me until I let out an undignified squeak.

He chuckled, lifted me up, and walked us both against the wall. “You’re my religion. I’ll worship you the rest of my days. There’s no one above or below you.”

“Kaz—”

“You’re my entire world.” Kaz’s heavy-lidded gaze burned into mine. “Mysh, I want you. Here and now.”

I wanted him too. Very much so. Which is why I hated saying, “We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” I moaned when he dipped down to suck my nipple into his warm mouth. “Because I don’t have any condoms and I’m not on the pill.”

Kaz tenderly bit down, pulling my pebbled flesh gently between his teeth before leaving a small sting with his tongue. He repeated it on my other breast. I was two seconds away from losing all sense again.

“Kaz…” I whispered his name. Lust ignited as my tongue darted in his open mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and fisted his hair. His large hands cupped my ass. I shuddered, feeling the goosebumps rise all over my skin. My nipples tightened.

“See…this is not a shower.” I moaned when he dipped down to suck my nipple into his warm mouth. “You had something to do.”

“But you’re what I want to do now.”

“The…president…”

“Shhh.” That little sound came out like slow fire, licking away at me and compelling me to melt at his will.

Carnal desire took over. I was naked and in his arms, breathless and yearning to explode all over his cock.

He licked his lips. “Why would you want me to stop, when it feels so good?”

I panted, closing my eyes. “I just want us to stay focused.”

“I’m definitely focused.”

My fingers curled as he greedily sucked my nipple. “Kaz…”

Excitement shot through me.

He lifted me higher with those huge hands. I straddled him. He moved one hand away, grabbed his cock, positioned that fat length just right, and then pierced me.

All logic left as I dug my fingers into his shoulders and bounced up and down. He was heaven.

Kazimir purred as my core flooded. I leaned away and studied him through lust-filled eyes. His expression went wild. Feral. Staring into his intense gaze, I felt part of my soul fall away from me and spill into him.

And then a knock came at the door.

We ignored it as usual.

But the knock persisted, a light tap that boomed and went heavy. He took his mouth away from mine.

The knock came again.

I hope he doesn’t kill this guard.

He rested his head against mine and swore, “Mat’-podguznik!”

A voice came through the door. “Sir, General Yahontov is here.”

A Russian general? Here? In Paris?

The guard continued, “He has several soldiers in the living room.”

I studied Kazimir’s response. He was a man who’d been in lust and had been forced to homicidal rage. His eyes went from desire to death. His body hardened against me. He released my waist, lifted me off his cock, and gently lowered my body.

No traces of humor lay on his face, yet murder lay in his voice. “I’ll be right back.”

At the airport, Kazimir had only been mildly annoyed. Still, he’d slapped the shit out of that general. Now, another general had interrupted our first sex session of the morning. Kazimir didn’t like to be disrupted when it came to us making love.

I blurted out, “I’m going with you.”

“You’ll stay in here.” Wet, he did a quick towel dry, left the bathroom, grabbed his pants, and slipped them on.

“Nope.” I hurried into the room and put my robe on. “I’m coming, Kazimir.”

I thought he would continue to argue as he finished tying his pants and stared at me. I continued to tie my robe. He didn’t have time to argue with me, and I wasn’t going to sit in the bedroom like a good little girl while he stood in the room with this general and his soldiers.

He walked over to me and pressed me against the wall. “You’re coming?”

I leaned back, trapped between him and the wall. “Kazimir?”

“I don’t want you in there.”

“I don’t care. That’s too many men for you to go alone.”

“I won’t be nice.”

“That’s nothing new.”

Frowning, he gave up. “When we go in, you don’t say anything.”

I nodded.

He pressed me harder against the wall. “If someone pulls a gun on me, don’t do anything.”

Shit. I’ll kill that motherfucker.

I gritted my teeth.

“Emily?”

Okay, but they better not point a gun at you. If someone does, I won’t shoot him today, but I’ll get him later.

A tiny smile hit the corner of his lips like he’d heard my thoughts.

My heart hammered in my ears. “What?”

“I’m not used to someone thinking they are the only person who can protect me. Usually, everyone looks to me for protection.”

“We’ve got each other’s back.”

“We do.” He held an intense gaze as he tucked some curls behind my hair. “But we also have to consider other things when it comes to you. Teaching you about my world is one thing. Having you directly involved at this time…is another.”