Dirty Desires: Interracial Russian Mafia Romance
Ava turned my way. “How are you doing?”
I knew she was referring to the loss of my dad. Little did she know, I’d lost my father many years ago—the day my mother was killed by one of his enemy gangs. Since then, he’d only been a shell of a man, plotting and killing, but doing no more.
I let out a long breath. “I’m okay. Your performance was just the thing that I needed. Your dancing comforted me.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll be at every performance.”
She widened her eyes and giggled. “You won’t.”
You have no idea how obsessed I am with you.
I curved my lips into a smile. “I will. Just look up, when you’re dancing. I’ll be right there in the balcony. I would sit on the edge of the stage, if I could. Right with my feet dangling over the edge.”
“You would not.” She giggled.
“I would Ava.” Hunger rose in my voice. “I damn sure would.”
“Truthfully, I would love that. My grandmother hasn’t seen me dance here in Russia. Well, at least not in real life.”
“We will change that for the next performance.”
“What?”
“I will fly her out and put her in a nice hotel. There is no way we can allow her to go another week without seeing her granddaughter perform.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I do. And frankly, Ava, I’m just jumping to it first. If anyone had known that, people would’ve put together a fund and made it happen. That’s how beautiful you are. That’s how talented. That’s how amazing.”
She parted her lips, but no words left them.
“You’re not alone here.” I gently grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Anything you need, you have, and I will not won’t need any payment.”
“I…would want to give you something.” Her voice stroked my skin. “Anything.”
I licked my lips. “Then, you will.”
I couldn’t get to her place fast enough. My cock jumped in my pants.
When the limo finally slowed and stopped in front of her building, I had to force myself to remain seated.
The driver climbed out and opened the door.
I helped Ava out.
The full moon glowed in the dark sky. It was a beautiful evening to be with a gorgeous woman. We took our time getting to the elevator and stepping on as if we were both savoring the moment.
“What do you like to drink?” she asked as if to make conversation on the ride up.
I turned to her. “I would love to drink you, Ava.”
She blushed.
I touched her hand. “I’m serious.”
“And what do you expect…if you drink from me?”
“Nothing. I just want you, Ava.” I gritted my teeth, yearning to rub my cock at the very idea of sipping from her. “Just you.”
She swallowed and gazed back at the double doors.
When they slid open, she stepped out.
“No.” I gently captured her hand and pulled her back to me.
The doors slid closed. The elevator lowered us. She gazed up at me, her chest rising and falling.
“Tell me,” I whispered, as I ran my finger across the back of her hand.
“Tell you what?”
“How can I have you?”
She swallowed.
“Tell me.” I inhaled her. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered back with no hesitation. “But…”
“What?”
“You’re dangerous.”
“Every man in Russia could be considered dangerous.”
“With O being killed—”
“That would never happen to you. I’ve dealt with the person who did that.” I didn’t say anything else, and she was smart enough not to ask. “There are no threats coming your way, and there is nothing that I will force you to do.”
I touched her hand and pulled her back to me.
Only a few inches lay between us as the elevator continued to go down.
I pushed the emergency button.
The elevator stopped.
The bright lights went off.
And then red light glowed above us. Silence came, although I knew building maintenance would be notified about the elevator acting up.
I drank her in. The whole time, her pupils dilated as she stared up at me. Our lips were too close to not feast on her, and she smelled good enough to eat.
“Can I taste you?” I whispered.
And again, with no hesitation, she said, “Yes.”
I kissed her. I could hold back no more. I’d waited until we were alone. And even waited a long year, making sure there was no competition. There would be no more waiting.
I would finally have her.
I took her mouth, thrusting my tongue gently inside.
She moaned as I sucked on her lip.
Not even looking back at the elevator’s control panel, I raised my hand and pressed the button.
The bright light came on.
The elevator rose.
I deepened the kiss, demanding more from those soft, lush lips. Passion rode every thrust of my tongue. She’d been my obsession, but now she would be my addiction. Already, I didn’t want to move away from that mouth.
The elevator stopped.
The doors slid open.
She pulled back. Her lips were wet and swollen from the kissing. Her words were short and full of hunger. “Let’s go. Now. My bedroom.”