Dirty Hearts: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“What?” I kissed her again.

“Do I deserve you?”

I grinned. “Do I deserve you?”

“Of course.” She raised her head and took my mouth. My body awakened. No longer was I exhausted or tired.

“Are you stressed, mysh?” I sucked on her bottom lip, loving the taste of her, and letting any unease go. “Do you need me to ease the tension?”

She giggled as she lifted her leg over mine and whispered in Russian, “You would do that for me?”

My cock came to attention from her Russian. When I kissed her, it was hard and selfish. I tried to take everything as if I’d been waiting forever.

“Fuck me.” She spread her legs.

I wasted no time and got between them. Those legs cradled my body. My cock stiffened even more. In seconds, the few clothes she had on were off and my cock was out of my boxer briefs.

She moaned, “Please, Kaz.”

I thrust into her softness like a mad man, groaning at the lovely friction of that pussy. She’d whipped me, made my body addicted and trapped my mind. Her nipples tightened under my touch and when I leaned down to taste them, Emily moaned and arched toward me.

“I’ll love you forever,” I murmured against her soft breast. “There’ll be no end to us.”

I thrust into her as if it was the first time I’d ever made love. Like a glutton, I buried my face between those full, soft breasts, licking a path up the middle.

“Of fuck.” Her breathing sped up. She moved those hips to the rhythm of my cock’s melody. We always made beautiful music together. Her hips are moved faster. Her pussy was so wet. It soaked my cock, shoving me on the edge.

“Goddamn it, mysh,” I groaned. Emily squeezed that softness around my length and gripped me tight. “There will be no escape.”

The bed squeaked, which was impressive. This was a new mattress. The hotel would have provided the best of everything, but still, we’d broken it. I increased my pace. Her moans mingled with the squeaking and the sounds of my cock slamming into that her wet pussy.

I swore I was close to busting. I yearned to explode.

“Fuck.” I pulled out and flipped her over, needing to get deeper and grip that fat ass.

So dangerous, she spread her legs further apart, taking it all.

Jesus.

I rammed deeper into her. My balls dangled back and forth as I shoved and pulled, slammed and yanked my cock back. “Mysh!”

No other woman had made me this crazy, not in or out of the bed. It had only been her from the very beginning.

“Oh, mysh!”

The bed squeaked, confirming we had, in fact, broken the bed. It hadn’t made the noise days before, but how could I behave with this pussy available to me?

In Russian, Emily moaned, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I pumped into her. My legs burned from all the energy. My heart boomed. Sweat beaded around my forehead. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t stop. How could I with this amazing woman?

And then we moaned together.

Gripping her hips hard and slamming into her, I closed my eyes, needing to fully lose myself in her. That pussy squeezed the base of my cock.

Holy fuck.

My tip throbbed. Cum pooled at the end, ready to rush up and fill her.

The squeaks increased.

I tried to speak, but I had no idea what I was saying anymore. My words shifted to grumbles of pleasure.

“Oh!” My mouse cried out and it only made me crazier.

Waves of erotic pleasure washed over me. It was heaven. Jets of hot cum shot from my cock. I swore that warm tunnel swelled, taking it all in.

If you’re not pregnant, you will be. There’s no escape, mysh.

I couldn’t stop stroking her insides as we orgasmed together. Cum dripped down my balls. The passionate sensations were almost too much to deal with. I gritted my teeth and trembled as I continued to thrust.

Soon, you’ll be my wife.

I held her close and buried my face in the back of her neck.

For the first time in my life, I felt like we were finally safe. It was all going to work out.

Still inside her, I wrapped my arms around her and whispered, “I don’t want to leave you.”

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of my head and a deep voice spoke within the darkness. “Now’s a good time to leave, Kazimir.”

Silence came.

Terror froze me.

Who the fuck could that be? Who would dare?

Emily had heard the man too. She didn’t move away from me. Instead, she stiffened. I had no idea what to do. I was inside her, naked, and at the most vulnerable moment in my life.

Whoever this is…they will die.

Chapter 18

Kazimir

The man kept his gun against my neck. I wasn’t used to this level of fear—the erratic drumming of my heart, the quickening of my breath, the blood coursing through my veins in terror.