Dirty Hearts: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

His fingers slid between my legs, stroked me. Caressed me. Had my fingers twisting the bed covers. Lust. Desire. Hunger. It was all a fire rising within my core, and he stoked the flames.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

Without hesitation, he put his cock right at the entrance of my body. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry.”

Shock hit me.

I swallowed. “I…I’m sorry too.”

“Don’t hire anymore. No more men, women, or animals.”

“Animals?”

“One must cover all grounds with you.”

With him naked and having me so hot, I no longer wanted to talk about our latest argument. He wanted control, and I craved independence. This would be the thing we battled over. Some days, he would win. Sometimes, I would be victorious. Presently, I was giving him his way because he’d made some points.

I had employed many more than I knew he would be comfortable with, and I knew damn well he’d be pissed about my fighting.

I let out a long breath. “I’ll turn your cameras back on.”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. “Good. Perhaps I should’ve told you that I was putting cameras there in the first place.”

“Perhaps,” I whispered and then added, “Don’t take your shirt off in front of my women anymore.”

He gave me a wicked smile. “Why not?”

“Just don’t.”

“Then, I won’t.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “We’re learning.”

“We are.”

And then, he pierced me with his cock. And then, there was nothing else to say, nothing else to discuss.

He captured my mouth in a heated, lusty kiss and just like that, Kaz shifted the balance of power over to him. I knew it and didn’t care.

Our bodies merged. I moaned from the delicious pressure of him moving inside me, sinking and diving deep within the softest part of me. Going where no one else could ever go. United and connected.

I gazed into his eyes. Our views locked. Pleasure pooled within his eyes as he pushed in deeper, ripping a moan from my throat.

He groaned in Russian, “My naughty mouse.”

I grabbed his huge shoulders, needing to hold onto him even more. I rocked my hips toward him, taking in every thrust, every push and pull of his cock. Every stretch. Every feel of him expanding and filling me.

His gaze never left mine as he increased his speed, going faster and harder. Forcing me to lose control. I turned animal. Wild. Fully letting go. Only he could get me to do it. Only he could have me close my eyes and take it all from him.

“Kaz!”

He dove his head down to my breasts and sucked in a nipple. Somehow, he kept that perfect rhythm as he lapped at my breasts. His teeth nipped in delicious ways. My body blazed on fire.

“Oh, Kaz!”

My body erupted. Pleasure blasted through my flesh. He held onto me, his hands possessive, his gaze piercing. He thrust in me.

I wrapped my legs around that thick waist. “Oh!”

He groaned in ecstasy. His movements roughened. His hips rocked. His cock pounded my center.

“Only you,” he grumbled as he came, bucking into me harder and lifting me up so that all I had was him to anchor me.

We crashed together.

When we finished, he gently lay me down on the bed and whispered, “Are you hungry?”

I did my best to catch my breath. “Yes.”

With his fingertip, he drew an intricate pattern around my navel. “What do you want?”

“Anything.”

Something wicked lay in his eyes. “Pick a cuisine.”

“What are you up to?”

“Pick, mysh.”

I stretched my arms. “French or Italian would be good.”

He grinned. “Which one?”

I shook my head. “Kaz?”

“Which one?”

I thought about it for a few seconds. “French.”

“Then, I’ll take you to the best French spot I know.”

“O-kay.”

What is he doing now?

“Give me a few minutes to get dressed and talk to my men.” He kissed me and then left. “Get ready.”

I watched him walk away. That muscled ass flexed with his step.

What are you up to now, Kazimir?

Chapter 7

Kazimir

That didn’t go exactly how I wanted, but I’ll take it.

With only a robe on, I headed downstairs to my office and showered in that bathroom. Emily had clouded my head. While I was victorious enough with our discussion, she’d gotten her way too.

I need to clear my head. We both need to clear our heads.

When I finished, I dried off and dressed in the office. Odd, but necessary. Even after having my fill of my mouse, I still wanted more. My cock had still been hard the whole time.

Dangerous. I always knew, but I didn’t think about how addictive she would be too.

I checked my watch. Barely thirty minutes had passed since we’d made love. I didn’t want to keep her waiting, but I needed time to think.

So much is going on. So much needs to be handled. And all I want to do hold her in my arms. We need a vacation.