The Russian Bodyguard: A Dark Mafia Romance (Krasnov Brothers Book 3)

by Rie Warren

  The Prince Albert piercing slipped across my bottom lip and then he simply plunged inside.

  “Mmm,” I moaned deliriously as he stuffed my mouth with cock.

  The dark turgid length tunneled through my lips to ride hotly, solidly against my worshipful tongue.

  His thighs crushed against my breasts, my head craned against the sofa, my wrists became numb as he used my mouth with an unleashed force that made my pussy cry out to be used so roughly too.

  Time and again, Maksim plundered between my lips, making me take him.

  His piercing rolled over my tongue, and I worked my mouth as wide as I could, wishing I could get him all the way down my throat.

  Smelling him. Tasting him. It would become an addiction. And I wasn’t fighting this.

  He pulled all the way out, his wet cock bobbing intoxicatingly in front of my face, veins mapped and throbbing all over the shaft.

  “What did you tell Jo?” Hand digging into my hair, he lifted my gaze to his.

  He was controlled. Deliberate. Dangerous.

  “That you’re pierced, but not where.” I licked my lips, wanting his cock back between them.

  “Because you like it, don’t you?” His deep voice resonated.

  “Yes. So help me god, yes.”

  He crushed my mouth against his sac, like that was something I wouldn’t like.

  Mewling, I licked at his most manly place, where all the cum gathered. I drew the tip of my tongue between both balls, smiling into his hot sac when he cursed.

  He pulled me up by my shoulders, taking my tasty treat away, but not for long.

  Seconds later, he’d situated us on the plush rug, me with my knees straddling his head from above and him on his back with my face right over the throbbing pole of male flesh arching up from his groin.

  My head spun.

  My mouth opened.

  I awaited his orders before descending even though I was desperate now. Desperate to come and desperate for his cum.

  I knew he had his eyes all over my most intimate parts at the very same moment I faced his intimidatingly large cock.

  I knew I couldn’t shy away from him this time.

  His voice grumbled from behind me, fingers ghosting up the insides of my thighs. “This”—he imparted a wide lick on my pussy all the way well past my taint—“this is the tastiest part. But I’d have all of them, all of you, in my hands and on my mouth all fucking day long, Sashenka.”

  He smacked his hands onto my ass and hauled me straight down to his lips and tongue.

  Melding his mouth to my pussy, he was voracious.

  I was just as starved.

  Propping up his cock with my hand curled around the slippery root, I flicked my tongue against the steel that pierced the head. I pursed my lips around that hot drum-tight bit of flesh over and over because I knew the sensation would turn him into an untamed beast.

  I was not disappointed.

  I felt and heard Maksim’s ferocious snarl before he drove his tongue into me at the same time that he pushed my mouth down on his meat.

  We were so primed this wouldn’t take long, but I wished it could last.

  I savored every moment he was in my mouth.

  I spilled hot sobs of pleasure all over his thrusting cock each time he drilled his tongue into me.

  I coddled his weighty balls in one hand, stretching my mouth to take him in. I sank down over his shaft, loving the way he filled my entire mouth and tried to force his way into my throat.

  He bucked up, his groan masculine music to my ears. And that deep groan vibrated to my insides where he’d just spun two fingers.

  Heat forged and climbed and spiked.

  Wet lurid sounds filled my ears.

  I pulled back to his burgeoning cockhead just as Maksim started playing with my clit.

  The fire combusted.

  His cum shot in thick milky streams into my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could between loud moans because I climaxed at the same moment.

  Like a balloon burst, I swallowed and simpered. I came and cried out as his mouth closed around my shuddering pussy, his hands on my ass clasping me against his face.

  The intense convulsions wracked both of our bodies. His groin heaved up, muscles so firm and tight.

  My back arched even while I kept my mouth over that spurting cock to capture his heavy load.

  Sweat dripped.

  Time stopped.

  Pain eased.

  Pleasure absolutely dissolved every bone in my body until I finally rolled off of Maksim.

  I slumped to my side.

  I listened to his ragged breaths and deep satisfied groans, a smile on my lips where I still tasted the last drizzles from him.

  There was a rustle of noise then his voice. “What are you doing way over there?”

  “I can’t move.”

  Big, capable hands slid around me, the warm hands that now knew every single part of me and very much approved. I was lifted and moved and rearranged until he had me sprawled across his chest.

  When I lifted my eyes, I saw the destruction wreaked by our loving.

  The sofa had been shoved off kilter.

  The table lay on its side.

  The lamp was broken and so was the lightbulb definitely.

  I didn’t care.

  Wrapping an arm around me, Maksim patted my ass in a possessive manner.

  I didn’t care.

  My head rested in the lee of his large shoulder like that had been the pillow intended for me, and I didn’t even have enough energy to make a snarky comment.

  Until . . .

  “Why do we always end up on the floor?” I asked, barely lifting my head from its perfect resting place.

  He cupped one cheek of my ass. “Because I cannot wait to have you long enough for us to get to the bedroom.”

  Ohhhh.

  I was wondering if we were finally getting to the fucking part without me even having to beg when a feminine sounding, blood curdling scream shot to us from clear downstairs. Jo!

  “Blyad! Not again.” Rushing to his feet, Maksim had to be thinking the same thing I was as I scrambled up too.

  That Oleg would attack us during broad daylight was insane. To try to infiltrate less than twelve hours after his last assault was ludicrous. And to hit us when god knew how many soldiers now milled around downstairs, not to mention Kirill the Zolotov Bratva enforcer . . . he had some balls. Or he really was a lunatic.

  After grabbing our clothes and hurrying into them, Maksim and I made a beeline for the door and the stairs. He snagged two guns on the way and even passed one to me.

  Our eyes met for less than a moment then we were recklessly flying down the staircase. If Jo was in trouble, in her pregnant state, there wasn’t a second to lose.

  But I almost banged into Maksim’s back when he skidded to a stop at the entrance to The Hammer and the Sickle’s main floor.

  “What is it?” I asked from behind him, trying to prod him out of my way.

  Just then, Jo gave a hair-raising shriek. “Oh fuck! What’s happening to me?”

  Oh Christ.

  I shoved Maksim out of the way and handed him the gun back.

  I marched out ahead of him, not surprised to see Jo awkwardly sitting in a chair, back arched, teeth gritted. Aaaand a sea of soldiers including Grigor—her personal guard—looking very shaken.

  Even Kirill wasn’t his usual cool customer self. He kneeled beside her, murmuring to her, but his face was ashen and sweaty.

  Shooing the useless soldiers out of the way, I slid up to Jo’s side.

  When I lay my hand on the dome of her belly, I felt the contraction tighten her skin as her eyes screwed shut. Another wail parted her lips, and I smoothed the jumble of red curls from her forehead.

  After the contraction passed, I asked her, “How long have you been feeling pains?”

  She hissed in a long breath. “Dunno. I’ve got a high tolerance.”

  Of course she did.
r />   “All right. All you men kindly turn around,” I commanded.

  Lo and behold, they did as told, even Kirill and Maksim.

  I dropped down in front of Jo, and she frowned. “I’m not feeling like flashing everyone with my chick-bits, Sasha.”

  “And that’s why they’re not looking, right?”

  I got a masculine chorus of da’s in reply to my question. Patting Jo’s thighs, I prodded them wider. Thank god she was wearing a dress today, that made the next part so much easier. I lifted the skirt, but not enough to totally expose her. I felt around as gently as possible to determine how much she’d dilated.

  Eight centimeters?

  What the hell.

  Pulling my hand back, I surreptitiously wiped it on my leggings. “Did your water break?”

  “Maybe?” she squeaked. “I thought it was an extra long pee.”

  Jo, Jo. Jo.

  I rearranged the dress until she was completely covered and said to Kirill’s back, “She’s way too close to crowning.”

  Jo’s fingers all but clawed at my wrist. “What’s that mean?”

  “It means you’re very close now, sweetie.” My voice softened.

  I’d never witnessed even a hint of fear from the woman—except for the time Kirill was taken by the Yakuza. This was different. She was going to be a first-time mama, and she’d need all my help.

  “I want my epidural!”

  “You’ll be lucky to make it upstairs.” I beckoned Kirill back to his wife.

  “I can’t have the baby in a nightclub.” Jo’s wild hazel eyes met mine.

  No, she couldn’t.

  “Kirill, please carry your obstinate wife to the apartment.”

  “She’s having the baby here?” he asked as if dumbstruck by the whole thing.

  These mafia men, so tough until it came to one of their women.

  Maksim led the way, Kirill again carrying Jo, and I took up the rear.

  When I saw the band of soldiers also tagging along, I pointed a finger at the lot of them. “Hell no. You all stay right down here and make yourselves useful. Maybe try to make sure we don’t get attacked again?”

  They all looked relieved to be spared of any more birthing duty.

  When I stepped into the apartment, I was stopped short again, that time by Kirill.

  Sidling around him, I followed his gaze to the crashed over end table and the askew sofa.

  “What happened here?” he pointed at the scene of the sexual crime.

  I watched, semi amused, when Maksim rushed to pick up my shredded thong and pocket the torn scrap. I’d let him explain that one.

  Maksim merely grinned and said, “Sasha could not wait to take me into the bedroom.”

  What? Not a grunt or grumble to be heard.

  I stared at him as heat burst into flames on my cheeks while he just glanced at me like Whaddya gonna do.

  And then he shrugged.

  And Kirill smirked.

  And Jo let out a whopping, “Hoo-wee! I thought I’d never see the day.”

  She tensed up all over in the next moment. “Ow, ow, owie. This laboring shit hurts.”

  Great. So now I had to birth a freaking baby and the whole time—at least between contractions—Jo was going to be digging for all the deets. And we hadn’t even fucked yet!

  I ushered everyone into the bedroom, grateful at least the bed was clean and tidy when Kirill deposited Jo. He stacked pillows behind her back while I dragged down the covers.

  The bed was fine, but nothing else was prepared. Nerves started stealing their way into my steady calm. I hadn’t exactly thought I’d be delivering a baby up in here.

  I took several bracing breaths, compiling a list of what I needed in my mind.

  Walking instead of running into the bathroom, I scrubbed my hands, dried them with a clean towel and brought another one back with me.

  With Kirill at Jo’s side, I reassured her through another contraction then set to work.

  “Okay. I’m just going to get you nice and comfortable now.”

  She nodded her head, looking as scared as I was trying not to feel.

  I went out to my trunks and found another robe, which I carried with me to the bedroom. As Maksim turned around, Kirill and I undressed Jo then placed the robing around her.

  I washed my hands again. Returned again.

  Held onto Jo’s hands when another contraction hit and—man oh man—they were coming pretty damn fast.

  Both men looked away as I propped her legs up and got my first good look.

  Then survival mode took over.

  “Get my kit from the nightclub, Maksim.” Oh yeah, I was the one giving the orders now.

  The command barely left my mouth before he handed me the heavy bag he’d already collected.

  Smart man.

  “I need certain things sterilized.” I glanced at him.

  He tilted his head. “But you already do that.”

  “This is Jo and Kirill’s baby. Extra precautions. Hot water or alcohol will suffice. An autoclave would be even better,” I calmly explained.

  “Da. I have one.”

  My gaze shot to his groin and the piercing. “You do?”

  A scream from Jo pushed me back into action. While Kirill massaged her shoulders, I helped her breathe through the rising pain.

  “Take the scissors, scalpel—”

  Kirill’s hands stilled, his face paling even more. “Scissors? Scalpel?”

  Jesus, I goddamn hoped I didn’t have to use the scalpel on Jo for an episiotomy. I hoped the birth was as natural and normal as they came. The problem was she was pretty slim through the hips, the bonus was she was a fighter through and through.

  Ignoring Kirill, I kept firing off orders to Maksim. “Clamps need to be sterilized too. I need towels and water. And bring a couple of my dresses from the trunks.”

  “Your dresses?” Maksim halted in gathering implements.

  “I will not have a Bratva baby born wrapped in a towel instead of in fine silks! Now do it.”

  14

  Maksim

  BLYAD. SASHA BEING BOSSY was something of a turn on.

  She snapped at me to do this and that, and I went with it, but only under these specific circumstances.

  Besides, she was absolutely right. This was Kirill and Jo’s baby, and they deserved the best after all they’d survived.

  I disinfected the tools she wanted in the autoclave I occasionally used when I did tattoos on myself.

  But even though I’d perpetrated many brutal deaths starting from when I was a child and I’d witnessed far worse, I couldn’t help but flinch with each of Joanna’s shouts and growls.

  A woman should not have to endure such pain to bring life into this world.

  Under specific orders from Sasha, I cleared off a small table and carried it into the bedroom. I covered the surface in a clean sheet folded three time for no other reason than that was what she asked for. I arranged the scissors, the clamps, string, scalpel, and gauze on the platform beside her but only after I’d disinfected my hands too.

  She left for a moment to scrub up again then snapped on gloves before taking her place between Jo’s widened legs.

  I was not unversed in body modifications, but this was a whole new world. One that would have been unsettling if not for Sasha’s no-nonsense attitude when she addressed me and Kirill or her softer encouraging tones that helped soothe Jo.

  “Someone shout down to Grigor. Tell him to run out and buy infant diapers.” That was my Sasha again, bossing me and my brother around as though she had every right.

  And in this, she did. Because she was skilled and proficient and professional.

  The moment she realized Jo was in labor, she’d sprang into action. I would’ve been frozen.

  This wasn’t a flesh wound or a bullet hole. This was Kirill and Jo’s baby, a human life.

  How in the hell could she be so calm?

  When Kirill returned from passing on the command to Gri
gor, he looked ready to pass out, and I felt like I’d sweated right through my shirt already.

  “Kirill, I assume you’ve chosen a pediatrician and her OB has been making house calls?” Sasha spared a moment to glance at him.

  “Da.” His voice scraped from his throat. “I would never do anything to put Joanna’s or the baby’s life at risk.”

  “Then call them now and tell them to come here.”

  Jo flipped up to sitting. “Why? Is something wrong?”

  “No, sweetie.” Tenderly swabbing her brow with a cold washcloth, Sasha comforted the expectant mother again. “Everything looks really good. You are amaze-balls. It’s just important that you and baby get checked out afterward.”

  “Oh. Okay. I like being amaze-balls but I’d like some goddamn pain relief more.” The petite redhead gave a weary smile.

  “I know. But it won’t be long now. Baby’s impatient. Wonder who the little bean gets that from,” Sasha effortlessly joked.

  I felt clammy all over my body.

  Kirill was dragging ragged breaths into his chest.

  After the next, faster contraction, Jo clung to Sasha’s hands. “What if I’m a horrible ma though? What if there’s something wrong with the baby because of me?”

  “Pssht. You’ve done everything right. I know that because you’re smart as shit. Plus, how many times did I have to hear you complain about the cranberry juice instead of whiskey?” Again, Sasha was grace under fire.

  I was astounded at this other other side of her again.

  Would she never stop surprising me?

  It appeared not because the next thing I knew, her scowl stabbed into Kirill before hitting me, and I had no idea what we’d done now.

  “For god’s sake.” She glared. “Would the two of you get rid of the guns in the birthing room?”

  Birthing room? This was my—our—bedroom. But I complied and so did Kirill, leaving our various weapons out in the kitchen.

  We returned in time to hear Sasha shout victoriously, “Baby’s crowning!”

  Kirill quickly repositioned himself, and I retreated back to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of frosty cold vodka.

  Back in the birthing room, I intended to offer a drink to Kirill before he lost consciousness.

  Sasha took one look at the bottle and scolded Kirill, “You will not hold your baby during its first moments with vodka on your breath.”