by Coco Miller
“Okay,” I say.
“She wants to retire. She wants to leave me the family business, but I need citizenship. I need to be able to travel back and forth from Russia to here without any problems, and I need to make sure the authorities don’t come looking for me because I’m not legal. I need to be as legit as possible, because well, my business is a bit questionable.”
“What you do is illegal?”
His eyebrow raises. “Something like that, da.”
“Is it something like that or is it that?”
“Look, what I do is better left unsaid.”
I bite the inside of my lip. His business sounds way more dangerous than I thought.
“What about Tasha?” I ask.
“My mother met Tasha through friends and got to talking to her. I guess your sister was having a hard time after her divorce...well sort of divorce. She needed the money.”
“I didn’t know.” Tasha never talks to me. I had no clue things were so bad. I guess that’s what I get for living in my own personal bubble. On my own personal island.
“We met, and she agreed to marry me so I could get my green card. Of course I was paying her a lot of money.”
I can already tell the family business does well. Maxim is rich. I mean look around this place. I thought millionaire’s and billionaire’s could just buy a green card. I guess not. I sit back against the plush couch, trying to comprehend it all.
“So, now what?”
“I’m not sure. Katrina, you have to believe me. I never meant for this to happen.”
“For what?”
“The feelings. The attraction. Meeting you was the last thing I needed. I tried to show the government that I was happily married to your sister. I had to take it seriously. Lots of people depend on the income our business brings in. But, you were well…”
“Well what?”
He moves closer, scooting his body next to mine. My body leans in, melting alongside his.
“You were just you. You made me want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.”
“But your citizenship was more important. I get it.”
He reaches out his hand, cupping my cheek in his palm.
“You don’t get. You are worth losing a country for. I couldn’t stay away from you. I fell more and more in love with you that I began to question my own sanity, not just my citizenship.”
His lips crush mine as I cling onto him, never wanting to let him go. How can I? This man is everything I have ever wanted and never knew I ever needed. He completes me. I hate to say that corny line, and I know I said that I didn’t believe in love, but hell if I do now. Love is real.
Call me cheesy. Call me corny. Call me a mad woman who has fallen for a Russian god. A man who will love me just as much as I love him.
He deepens the kiss, and I hold onto him as tightly as possible. I missed him so much. I don’t want to let go. He is mine, and I am certainly his. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing can ever change it. This is the way my life should be. This is who should be in my life.
Right when I never thought I’d ever fall in love, this man showed up outside my bedroom door, and I’ve been falling ever since. Luckily he was there to catch me with both hands.
It’s wonderful once you realize you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and some of the things you didn’t even know you wanted. Maxim is mine. Tasha is working things out with Jamal. Kelly and Trevor are in love now too, but that’s another story for another time.
Right now, I can’t focus on anything but the man standing before me with his lips on mine. His tongue tracing over mine. His hands roaming over my body. It’s insane how good this man can make me feel with just the slightest of touches. His hands brush over the material covering my breasts, and he squeezes each of them.
“These are mine,” he says in an exaggerated Russian accent.
“They are yours, Maxim,” I say with a smile.
He runs his hands down the sides of my body, to the center of my thighs.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls out.
“Yes,” I moan.
Then he moves his hands up, to grip my face. “You are mine, Tantsor.”
I nod, with a smile lighting up my face. “I am yours.”
And then I run my hands down his chest, to the bulge beneath his pants. “And this is mine.”
He laughs, slightly. “It’s always been yours.” And then he kisses me again, and the bulge beneath my hand grows harder, bigger, and stronger.
“Take me right now.”
His eyes crash into mine. “Come see my room.”
He leads me up into his room, and I glance around at all the mahogany and glory of it all. “It’s beautiful,” I tell him.
“It can be all yours too. Move in with me,” he says, not really asking it as a question. It’s more of a demand.
“With your mother?”
“She’s retiring in Palm Beach.”
“So she’s moving out?”
“Da.”
I don’t really have to think long and hard about it. I know I want this. I’ve always wanted it. It just took everything a while to fall into place.
He kisses me when I smile, already knowing my answer to him will be a yes. He deepens the kiss, moving me closer to him with his hands wrapped around my body.
The thing about love is no matter how long you’re apart, the body still recognizes its mate in one another, and you fall back into a rhythm so easily.
He kisses me harder, his hands gripping at the material of my shirt along my back. “I need you right now,” he whispers to me.
“I need you too,” I say back to him, needing him more than I ever have.
He moves me closer to the huge Mahogany-sleigh bed in the center of the room. I fall to the bed in a heap as Maxim removes his clothes.
His dick is hard and ready to take me, and I tear off my shirt. I want this, and I lick my lips, waiting for him to mount me and ride me all night.
I unzip my shorts, and remove them and my panties so I’m left in nothing but my bra.
I reach my hands around to take it off, but Maxim stops me.
“Let me,” he says, climbing the bed and reaching around my body to unclip my bra. “I love seeing your tits.”
I start to gush between my legs, as he removes the bra, tossing it across the room. His mouth comes down over one of my nipples, sucking on my breast, and kneading the other in the palm of his hand.
“Maxim,” I cry out.
My whole body comes alive just from his touch. Just from being this close to him. From having his whole attention focused solely on me.
It isn’t everyday you meet a man who can do everything for you, and by everything I mean turn you on with a smile. Bring you to almost an orgasm with one simple touch. To focus his whole soul on you when you talk about nothing. To be the center of your universe and you his.
It isn’t everyday you fall in love.
It isn’t everyday you meet the one person who completes you.
For me, I lucked out, and have met him early enough in life to enjoy everything he has to offer. I will marry this man. I will give this man whatever he needs. Children. A loving home. Stability. Wild and crazy sex to keep our love alive with a pulse running through it.
He places the head of his dick at my soaking wet entrance, and he pushes in. He’s so big that he fills me to the brim. I moan with absolute pleasure as he begins to fuck me. His hair falls into his eyes as he pounds away, and I bring my hands up to caress his face.
“I love you,” I say to him, not caring if he’s at a place to say it back to me.
But he surprises me. “I love you more than anything, my sweet Katrina.”
He picks up speed and I wrap my legs around his broad torso. My nails scrape down his back as my body comes so close to coming. I want him to make me come a few times tonight. I’ve needed it so badly while we were apart. Like my body knew I needed this man to survive.
> My first orgasm takes form quickly, and I call out his name over and over in almost a prayer. Maxim keeps pounding away inside of me, groaning out my name over and over. My second orgasm takes flight when Maxim rubs his thumb over my clit, making the sensation of everything hit so hard, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. My legs feel like jelly.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” he says on a grunt, and then he moves faster, deeper, harder than he ever has before.
And I smile, knowing this man is completely mine.
He comes and moans, grunting out my name as he does. The name he gave me. His little dancer.
“Tantsor.”
This beautiful man gave me everything. This wonderful man is my future. And I don’t ever want to be parted from him for as long as I shall live.
He is my forever.
Love is alive and well in Boston, y’all.
Epilogue
Katrina
My life changed drastically as soon as Maxim and I made it official that we were an item. Like overnight. I no longer hated love. I no longer wanted to claw my eyes out whenever love music played on the radio. I was one of those people.
You know the kind. Happy. Giddy. Downright in love. What made it even more intense was the man who held my heart. When he said his business was best left unsaid. He was right. He’s ruthless.
He took over his mother’s business and let me tell you, it’s sexy seeing your man as the number one boss in the place. He has men who follow his orders with the drop of a hat. He tries it with me sometimes, and I just laugh at him. He best be tryin’ that elsewhere. I am not that type of girl and let’s face it–I’m his number one weakness.
Now in the bedroom is a different story. In the bedroom, Maxim is in charge, and I let him do whatever he wants. Trust me, it’s funner that way.
“Where’s my baby at?” Maxim asks one night.
“In here,” I tell him.
He stands at the doorway, a dream in a suit and tie. His hair falls over his eyes slightly, and I want nothing more than to tug it between my fingers. Soon.
He stalks toward me, licking his lips and losing his shirt as he makes it closer to me. I stand near the bed, waiting for my man to come and claim me. I don’t dare move though. I wait patiently.
He moves even closer, unzipping his pants and stepping out of them. His boxer-briefs hold his large dick encased away from me, but I can see the outline of the hard ridge, and I lick my own lips.
He growls. It’s loud, like a lion stalking his prey.
“What do you want?” I ask him.
“You.”
He reaches me, wrapping a hand around my waist and tugging me closer. His lips draw down on mine, and he nips at the corners of my mouth, his tongue pushing against my closed mouth, begging for me to let him in. I open my mouth for him, letting his tongue glide along mine. I love the way he feels, the way he kisses me. I feel safe.
Even if he is one of the most lethal Bratva bosses around, I feel like nothing can touch me when he’s around. I love the way he makes me feel. Safe. Loved. Adored.
He deepens the kiss, moving us closer to the bed. “I want you naked so I can feast on your sweet body.”
I grow wetter just at the sound of his voice, and my body heats up at his words. “I’m all yours.”
And I am all his. In every sense of the word. I will never belong to anyone else. He kisses me again, a little rougher this time, and his hand reaches down to grab my ass. He smacks it lightly when he releases his hold. I love it when he spanks me.
We both fall to the bed, and then he stands up, glancing down at me. “You have way too many clothes on.”
Together we glance at my dress pants and white, button-down blouse. He yanks my button undone on my pants as I get to work on my blouse. I can tell by the hunger in his eyes he’d rather I rip the blouse off, but this is one of my favorites. I release the last button on the blouse, just as Maxim rids me of my pants.
I sit up, letting the blouse fall off of me. He hisses at the sight of me in the ivory-pale panty and bra set I have on.
“Love the bows,” he growls.
He takes his time, kissing me over my panties, and then removing them ever so slowly. My own body aches for him, I’ve never wanted him this badly before. I suppose I feel that way every time we make love though.
He unsnaps my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms before removing it completely. His mouth is on my breasts before I can even take my next breath. He wraps his lips around one nipple, gently biting as his hand finds my soft spot in between my thighs. He rubs along my wetness, making me even hotter for him.
“Don’t stop,” I moan out.
“Do I ever stop?”
He lies down on his back. He positions me over him, my legs straddling either side of him.
“Ride me, Tantsor. I want those beautiful tits bouncing.”
I place my hands on his broad chest as I ease myself down on his large cock. Once he’s fully seated inside me, I rock slowly.
“You’re going to kill me at this speed,” he hisses.
“I know you like it.” And I know he does.
He loves going slow. Sometimes I think a little too much. So I pick up speed as his hands play with my nipples, tugging and pulling at them. He pinches one, and then sits up, bringing his mouth around the other. I continue to rock against him, my hips going back and forth for him. Damn, he’s so hard. He fills me up, and I hold onto him, my fingers flying through his hair.
“Come all over me, Katrina.”
I keep rocking, keep pushing as I let this beautiful man thrust his way inside me.
I ride him like I know he likes.
He takes his thumb, dragging it along my clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. My heart rate accelerates, leaving me panting and breathless.
“I’m so close,” I cry out, closing my eyes.
It feels too good.
He continues to push up into me, his rock hard dick fucking me endlessly. I know I won’t ever get tired of this man. The way he owns me. The ways he shows me he cares. The way he loves me.
He pinches my nipple again, as his thumb rubs on my clit harder.
“I own you,” he grunts out.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I bounce along him, letting his dick make me come harder than I ever have.
My body takes off, lighting up all the pleasure zones inside me. I come along his dick, unable to stop.
Maxim throws me underneath him as soon as my orgasm ends, and lifts my left leg onto his shoulder. He pounds inside me, reaching deeper and deeper.
“You will have my baby, da? You will take my come inside you.” He thrusts and thrusts, hammering his way inside me.
His eyes connect with mine, and I can see the exact moment he loses control, filling me with his seed. His eyes close with his release, and he groans and moans out my name.
“Fuck, you are too good to me,” he says once he’s crashed back down.
“And you are so good to me.” I hope I do have his baby. I couldn’t imagine anything better than just that. Than just him and me, and our baby. What a sweet life that would be.
I never in my life would have ever thought I would have wanted something like that. Yet, now that I have it I want it more and more each day. It’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. I need my fix. I need another hit. And there’s no rehab in the world that could ever cure me from this need of him. Hell, I don’t want it to. I love him. He’s my mobster, he’s my man, he’s my everything.
My sister and I laugh about it now, that I am now with her ex-husband. It’s something I would have never expected ever, but life is funny like that. The last person I would have ever expected, led me to the love of my life, and I couldn’t be happier.
Me.
In love.
Forever and ever.
Extended Epilogue
Maxim
Returning home after a long day of work, and by work I mean knocking a few heads around, I wonder to my
self what Katrina will be doing when I get there.
The mere thought of her has my dick hard in my pants. She can get my dick going with just a look, just a glance. Most nights I’m ready to pound inside her as soon as I walk into the front door.
I press the key into the lock of my house, and turn. Stepping inside, the lights are dimmed and soft music plays in the background. I know what it means when she’s playing Beyonce’s, Drunk In Love. It means I’m about to get some ass.
I step further in and see her.
Katrina waits for me with, holy fuck, in nothing but black lace lingerie on. There’s even a small lace veil covering her face, and she’s swaying her hips to the music, like she’s almost in a trance.
“What are you doing, Tantsor?” I ask. Although I should be down on my knees thanking my lucky stars.
“Get over here. Less talk from you.”
I shut my mouth and do as she says.
Her body is bangin’. She’s seriously the hottest woman I’ve ever come across and right now she’s seducing me into a frenzy. There’s nothing on this planet that I want more than getting inside of her right now.
My dick strains against my zipper, begging to be released. She sits on the couch, her legs up against the back, her pussy in clear shot. Fuck, I want it.
“On your knees,” she demands.
I love my girl’s aggressiveness. It’s hot. It tells me she wants me just as much as I want her. Lowering to my knees, she swings her legs around and lands them on top of my shoulders. I gaze into her smoky eyes and say a silent prayer that I can do this every night with her.
Kissing a trail up her leg, I run my tongue along her smooth skin. She moans as I inch higher up her leg.
“I love your outfit. So naughty.” I pull at her panties, pushing them to the side. With my tongue, I trace circles around her clit as her fingers tug at my hair. I could get used to coming home from work every night to this.
She smashes her pussy against my face, and I continue sucking along her slit. Fuck, she tastes incredible. She continues to grinds her pussy into my face with fervor. My hands dig into her ass, gripping as hard as I can, as I feast on her.
