Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right, Maxwell.” Feeling incredibly high, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Fuck is right.”

He followed me inside. “So. . .I have a question.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “What?”

“Would you mind, if I hit grandma?”

“No. Don’t hit her.”

“Oh. Not actually hit her with my hand. I mean. . .you know. . .sleep with her.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it.

“No judgement, man.” Maxwell raised his hands. “There’s no age, when it comes to pussy. I’m just saying.”

“Get dressed, Maxwell.”

“Got you. We’ll talk about it later.” Maxwell left as I went to the back bedroom.

My phone buzzed.

I hoped it was Naveen giving me an update on Kazimir’s nukes. But to my surprise, Ava’s name showed on the screen.

I undid my tie and answered. “I’m the luckiest man in St. Petersburg.”

Ava’s voice was silk. “And why is that?”

“Because today, I am the only man that’s been called by the first African American prima ballerina in St. Petersburg.”

“And what makes you think that you’re the only man I called?”

I paused from undressing.

My chest stiffened.

“Misha?” Ava giggled. “It was a joke.”

I cleared my throat. “Of course it was.”

I would still have Naveen check. Any man that had her attention would take his last breath this evening.

Nervousness hit her words. “I just wanted to say hello, before I headed back to the theater. Is everything okay?”

“It was.” Besides trying to convince your grandmother that I wouldn’t kill her. “And how was your day?”

“Amazing. Crazy. Hectic. But very blessed.”

“As you deserve, my love. You’re going to blow them away tonight.

“I’m going to do my best.”

I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. “Where are you now?”

“At the condo.”

“Hmmm.” I pulled my other phone out of my pants pocket, pulled up the condo’s footage, and spotted her in front of the bedroom mirror.

Completely relaxed, her hair fell along her shoulders. Wicked lust filled her eyes. I directed my view lower. A pink lace bra hugged her breasts. The diamond lay between those gorgeous mounds. Her matching panties rested on the floor.

An uncontrollable grunt left me.

“Misha?”

My voice went hoarse. “Yes.”

“Are you busy?”

“No.” I zoomed in, having that lovely face and body take up the whole screen. “I’m just picturing you half-naked and walking around the condo. I’m mad I’m not there.”

“I’m actually half naked right now.”

“Tell me more.”

She unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor. “Now, I’m naked.”

Drooling at the screen, I licked my lips. “How I wish I was there.”

“Me too.” She raised her hand to one breast and brushed her fingertips along the nipple.

“I want you so bad, Ava.” My cock went erect, throbbing with need for my beautiful ballerina. “The things I would do to you right now. In fact. . .the things I will do to you tonight.”

“Oh really? Don’t even talk about it.” She teased that nipple again, dropped her hand, and then sighed. “I should go. I’m already a little behind.”

I zoomed in closer so that her face was the only thing on my screen. Her gaze was needy. I swore it matched my own longing. I craved her. Yearned to be deep inside her.

I dove my hands into my pants. “You really should. I’m close to coming over there. You’ll never make it to your performance.”

On the screen, she closed her eyes as if imagining what I would do to her. “Misha, you make me crazy.”

“Dear God, I hope I do, because you surely have me going insane.” If she only knew the half of it.

She whispered, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I guarantee it.”

“Bye, Misha.”

“Bye, Ava.” I hung up and shut off the footage too. If I looked anymore, I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from her condo.

I still had the situation with her grandmother to deal with.

How the hell am I going to get through this?

I yanked off my pants and lowered my boxer briefs. My cock pointed straight in front of me. Thick and hungry. There would be no calming him, until Ava relieved us.

I completely undressed. Still, my cock remained hard. The length bobbed as I went to the suite’s elegant bathroom. But it didn’t matter about the expensive paintings or high end furnishings. All I could think about was jerking my cock and spilling my lust all over the newly polished marble floors.

“Goddamn it.”

Unable to help myself, I started the shower, turned the water to hot, closed my eyes, lathered my cock in luxury floral shampoo, and jacked off to the image of Ava sucking me off. With those lips, my cock found heaven.

“Ava.” Moaning, I squeezed the base of my cock.

In my mind, she was on her knees, being a good girl.

Taking it all in her mouth.

“Oh, Ava. Suck it, baby.” I tightened my fingers around my length, doing my best to mimic that amazing mouth.

She gagged on it and I groaned.