Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“I need you, Ava.”

“Oh.”

His Russian teased my body even more. “I need you so bad.”

I shuddered in warm passion.

“Forever.”

Pleasure flooded my senses.

“Forever.”

My heartbeats increased, pounding in my chest. My body tightened.

“Misha.” I exploded in release.

The orgasm shuddered through to my bones. A cry broke from my lips.

And he came too. Hard, hot jets of cum shooting inside of me. And I knew with all certainty that there would be no other.

Chapter 2

Misha

Ava belonged to me. No one else could be with her, and no one else would do for me. It would take time and gifts, wine and listening. Whatever else.

But she would understand one day. She would know.

Only me.

She felt too good. The pussy got wet just right. And watching her dance was the only reason I woke up in the morning and breathed.

She had to know. If not, I would spend the rest of the night showing her.

She came hard, dripping all over me. And I orgasmed with her. For several seconds, I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel the pleasure trembling through me. My breaths weren’t deep enough. My heart beats couldn’t slow down enough. And her sweet scent seeped into my skin.

After this moment, I would never get away from her.

Only me.

Slowly, I set Ava on the floor. She was a complete mess with the torn red gown dangling off her small frame. Her chest rose and fell. The bun leaned on the side of her head. Strands stuck out on the other side.

I grinned, happy with myself and wanting to mess her up more.

Between short breaths, she whispered, “Do you want something to drink?”

“No.”

“I…have some…”

“No,” I repeated. “I only want you, Ava.”

She smoothed some of her hair down on the side and tried to lift her gown to cover herself. “Let me get myself together and—”

“No.” I tenderly undressed her and slung the gown down onto the floor. The ripped panties—on one of her legs—fell too. “I want you fucked some more and moving under me. That’s what I want.”

Stunned, she whispered, “More?”

“So much more.” I yanked off my jacket and slung it to the floor. “And I meant what I said.”

“What?”

“Only me.”

She blinked.

“Only me, Ava.”

She parted her lips, but never spoke.

“Answer, Ava, please. I won’t force it, but I fucking want it.”

She whispered, “We still have to get to know each other.”

“We do.”

“So much has happened.”

“It has.”

“I…”

“What?” I gritted my teeth.

“I don’t want to end up like my best friend…” She left the words out—dead, murdered, and destroyed.

“No.” Shaking my head, I closed the distance between us. “I will never hurt you. I will always protect you.”

She wrapped her arms around me. “How can you promise such a thing?”

“Because I am a force to be reckoned with.”

“Then…we can try.”

We would do more than try, but for now, her answer was enough for me.

“We will try.” I lifted her in my arms and carried my beautiful ballerina to her bedroom.

All the while she kept her gaze on me.

In her eyes, I saw my soul.

Tomorrow, I would bury my father in Prague.

The next day, I would return to St. Petersburg and watch Ava perform as her grandmother sat in the balcony next to me. And I would deliver double the roses to the stage.

But tonight…

Tonight, I would make love to her, slowly making her mine more and more.

She’d opened the door and let me walk into her life. And although I’d spent a year lurking around her, waiting in the shadows for an opening. I was grateful that the moment had come now, when I was in so much pain from my father’s loss. And she’d lost her friend too.

We will heal together.

Ava took a shower, and I secretly made some phone calls to deliver on my promise. I’d meant what I said. Her grandmother had to be at her performance. Both women had clearly worked hard for her to get there.

It’s just too bad I won’t be able to see Ava’s face, when she sees her grandmother in the balcony.

Ava finished and I cleaned up myself. We hadn’t discussed me spending the night, but I made no show of going anywhere, and Ava looked happy to be with me.

I don’t want to go. Not tonight. Not tomorrow.

After cleaning up, we lay in her bed wrapped in each other’s arms. She yawned and rested her head on my chest. Inhaling Ava’s lovely scent, I relaxed more than I had ever been in my life. Within seconds, sleep swallowed her. She’d surely burned a lot of energy on the stage and even more while we fucked.

Get some rest, Ava.

She slept on top of me. It was so perfect. I kept my eyes open, not able to end the night yet. I caressed her soft skin and I swore she purred. I let my hands linger along her back and along her delicate, yet muscular arms. The feel of her body was so familiar. Surely, I’d watched her long enough.