Wed to the Russian Biker: A Mafia Romance

by Bella Rose

  Her scent filled the elevator. Flowers and sunshine. Mikhail could recall that scent from his youth. It had been the one thing he could never forget about Courtney Piers-Cameron. Right now she was staring at him with her lips slightly parted, and she had a look he knew all too well. She was turned on, and she was willing. She might not realize it, but she was.

  He could see the subtle softening of her body. His male instincts were roaring to life in his body. Blood coursed through his veins, going straight to his groin and making his cock sit up and take notice. Soon he would have to stand with his back to her to avoid letting her see the giant erection pressing at the fly of his suit trousers.

  “What’s wrong?” Two delicate lines appeared between her brows, and she very lightly nibbled the surface of her lower lip.

  Mikhail couldn’t resist. He gently touched her bottom lip, pulling it out from between her teeth. “Are you still doing that? One of these days you’re going to gnaw it right off.”

  A smile touched her face. “You used to tell me that all the time.”

  “You spent far too much of your life worrying about things you couldn’t control,” he remembered. “I just wanted you to be happy.”

  “And now?”

  He shrugged, forcing himself down off the road to memory lane. “I suppose I just want you to be safe. I would want the same for any woman. You told me that your fiancé is cruel to you. It’s really none of my business, but I couldn’t just leave you there for him to find.”

  “So this is just a regular knight in shining armor saves the damsel in distress mission, is that it?”

  She looked miffed. Why? Did she think he’d brought her up here to fuck? Mikhail cocked his head. “What’s your game?”

  “My game?” She frowned. “When have you ever known me to have a game?”

  “I don’t know, but I haven’t known you for a very long time now. Have I?”

  He waited. She looked bemused and then pissed off. He didn’t know what to make of it. Hell. He didn’t know what to make of her. He wanted her. He needed to admit that and get it right out of the way. She was sexy as hell with her curves and long legs that were the perfect length to wrap around his waist. He was a red-blooded male, and he wanted her like anyone else in his position would. That had nothing to do with their history and everything to do with the fact that Courtney was the one who had gotten away.

  HE HAD TO stop staring at her or she was going to make a mistake she would never be able to get away from. The elevator finally stopped at the penthouse, and she exhaled a huge sigh of relief. Now they could get out of this tiny box and she could put some much-needed space between them.

  She marched out of the elevator and right into the foyer, hoping she looked businesslike. Mikhail pulled out a key card and let them into the actual penthouse suite. So determined not to be affected by the sheer masculine yumminess of this man, Courtney almost sailed right by the most beautiful view of the city skyline she had ever seen.

  Her feet stopped moving, and she stared with her mouth open. “Wow,” she finally managed. “That is incredible.”

  “It is a pretty nice view, although I think the view from my own apartment might be a hair better.”

  “What?” She turned to stare. “You have an apartment here in the city?”

  He walked toward the window, gesturing to a very tall building just a few blocks away. “In the Gentemann building.”

  “Seriously?” Courtney couldn’t help but be impressed. “That’s an exclusive address.”

  “I’m an exclusive kind of guy.”

  She cocked her head, staring at him and trying to plow through the haze of lust and the trappings of wealth that seemed to be hiding something. “You weren’t.”

  “People change.” He sounded almost dismissive.

  “Do they?” she wondered.

  He was looking so damn smug and superior that she couldn’t help herself. He thought he was so high-and-mighty, did he? She closed the distance between them in two strides and flung her arms around his neck. Pressing her lips to his, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue inside his.

  It took exactly two seconds for the fire to explode out of control. If Courtney had thought she was in charge of this ride, she had been absolutely wrong. Mikhail’s arms went around her and pulled her flush against his big body. She felt the hardness of his erection against her belly and reveled in the knowledge that whatever had happened, this man still wanted her.

  He thrust his tongue inside her mouth. He made love to her with his kiss so forcefully that she could not breathe. Each time he kissed her she thought she might faint. Then he would pull back just far enough for her to catch her breath before beginning again. Her lips were bruised from the power of his kisses. He possessed her utterly and left her no time to even think of backing down. He was sleek and he was in charge, and there was no way in hell she was going to reel this thing back in now.

  “You’ve made a mistake,” he said roughly. “You should never have touched me.”

  “What if I wanted to?” she managed to grit out.

  “Then you sure as hell didn’t know what you started.”

  With one big hand, he reached up and hooked his fingers into the bodice of her dress. A downward lunge and she heard the fabric tear. Cool air caressed her chest as he completely decimated her dress. He ripped it from her body in chunks until she was standing in nothing but her bare feet and her underwear.

  “Nice panties,” he commented with a predatory smile. “Now take them off.”

  She felt horribly exposed and on display, but for some reason she could not disobey his command. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. The straps fell down her shoulders and she let them fall off until the garment was on the floor.

  “Panties,” he grunted. “I want to see that pussy before I fuck it.”

  His words sent a thrill of excitement through her body. This was no lukewarm experience. This was hot as hell and twice as dangerous. She put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and shoved them down her legs. She was standing naked before this man, and she had no idea what to expect.

  “There’s a couch, right there.” He pointed to the living room of the suite. “Bend over and spread your legs. I’m going to make you come and you’re going to scream my name. Understand?”

  “Yes, Mikhail.”

  MIKHAIL’S HEART WAS hammering against his ribs. He watched as Courtney did exactly as he told her. There was no demurring, no arguing, and no refusing. She wanted this every bit as much as he did, and the knowledge was devastating to his self-control.

  He watched her bend over. Her delectable ass was on display. The rounded globes of her bottom were silky smooth. He could see every inch of her skin, and it was perfection. Her inner thighs were pale and perfect. Her pussy was groomed. The hair was short exactly as he liked it. The pink folds of her inner vaginal lips were barely parted, and he could see exactly what he was about to enjoy. It was like a dream come true.

  Mikhail approached her slowly. He wanted her to hear every single step. When he touched her, he wanted her anticipation to be absolutely at its height. She was already gasping for breath. Her breasts were pushed flat against the back of the couch. He would remedy that later. Later because he was going to take his time sampling this woman in as many ways as he could possibly think of. This was his one chance to have the one that had gotten away, and he wasn’t about to waste one second.

  The scent of her reached his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply to soak it in. Then he put one palm on her ass and squeezed. She moaned and her muscles shrank reflexively. Mikhail laughed. Yes. She was ready.

  “How wet are you right now, Courtney?” He let the naked command in his voice force her to give him the answer to that intimate question. “Tell me.”

  “Wet enough for you to fuck,” she gasped.

  Oh yes. She was ready.

  Chapter Five

  Courtney had never felt so wanton before in her life. More importantl
y, she didn’t care. Satisfaction was the only thing that mattered. Mikhail could provide it, and she wanted it. The moment his fingers touched her pussy, she shuddered with pent-up need. Her opening clenched as though it was preparing for his possession. In that moment she belonged to him utterly.

  “That’s it,” Mikhail crooned. “I can feel how much you want me. I’m going to touch you. I’m going to make you come. And you will scream my name when you do.”

  It never even occurred to her to argue. “Yes.”

  He began to rub her mercilessly. His touch was almost rough. The way his fingers stroked her inner folds made her shake. He spread her apart with one hand and used the other to press on her clit. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes closed as the sensations overwhelmed her.

  “You’re so greedy.” His tone was gritty, and his words made her gasp. Then he lightly slapped her open pussy and she cried out. “That’s my girl!” he urged.

  The blow hadn’t hurt. It was shocking, but the heavy touch had sent her spiraling past her first climax and had her hovering at a place so far above that she felt the first twinge of fear. She was so high. It felt as though her fingertips could brush the heavens.

  “You’re safe with me.” She could hear his voice, but it seemed to be coming from the other side of a tunnel. “Just let go and I’ll catch you.”

  Her entire body seemed to convulse. She shuddered and bucked against his touch. Finally she screamed her release. She didn’t know what she was saying, but she could feel his name on her lips over and over again as she begged him for fulfillment.

  It felt so good. She felt out of control and yet there was a bizarre sense of safety. Mikhail had promised he would catch her. She would be fine.

  “Beautiful girl,” he whispered. “So perfect.”

  His hands stroked her bare bottom. Her breath was heaving in and out of her lungs. She felt as though she’d run miles and miles, but she was exhilarated beyond belief. Nothing else existed for her in this moment. There was only here and now with Mikhail.

  “Stand up, sweet girl.” There was no room for argument in his voice. “I need you so badly. My cock is hard and hot, and I need to bury it inside that pretty pussy.”

  She blinked as she stood up. She felt as though she was waking from a sensual dream. She’d had sex dreams before. None of them had been like this. He was gazing down at her with those unfathomable dark eyes. Then he lowered his mouth to hers and took her lips in a bruising kiss that left her completely at his mercy.

  MIKHAIL HAD NEVER met a woman who surrendered so prettily and so completely to him. It was as if Courtney had been fashioned by nature to bring him the utmost pleasure. Yet instead of the experience being one-sided, he knew without a doubt he was bringing her pleasure as well. Her body wept its appreciation of his touch. His hands were covered in her juices. He could smell her on his fingers and it was driving him insane with lust.

  “Go to the other side of the couch,” he ordered her. “Climb up onto the seat, put your chest against the cushions, and spread your knees to give me a good view of that pretty pussy.”

  There was a brief pause, almost as though she was still trying to process his request. Then she moved to do his bidding. The graceful way she carried herself was a turn-on all on its own. Mikhail yanked his shirt off, losing a few buttons in the process. He heard them ping against the hard floor and then skitter away. He didn’t care. He reached for the fly of his pants and practically ripped those buttons off as well.

  Finally he was shoving his pants down over his hips and kicking off his shoes. He needed to be naked. He could have just opened his fly and taken Courtney like that, but he wanted more. It wasn’t enough to just have her. He needed to feel her skin next to his.

  He moved to the other side of the couch and got into position behind her. Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he nestled his erection against the softness of her backside. He groaned. The feeling was exquisite. She was so soft and so perfect. She was also wet. Her cream coated her thighs and quickly coated his shaft in her delectable scent. He rubbed himself against her. The friction left him gasping.

  Courtney pushed her bottom back against him. She wanted more. Every move she made told him that she did. She was barely under control. He could feel the need seething beneath her skin. Finally he altered the angle of his hips and sent his cock pushing up against her opening. He slipped inside her body. Entering her inch by agonizing inch, he felt her inner muscles acquiesce to his possession. With each bit of depth he gained, he felt her squeezing him tightly and welcoming him deeper into her body.

  Mikhail wrapped his hands around her hips and felt his fingers press into her soft flesh. It was amazing. He paused, letting himself adjust to being so deeply inside her and letting her adjust to his invasion as well. Then she began to squirm, to move and thrust back as though she was begging him to fuck her.

  “What do you need?” he wanted to know. “Tell me.”

  “Fuck me!” she begged. “I need you, Mikhail!”

  The words unlocked something dark inside him. With no further preparation, he began slamming his cock into her body as hard as he could. The sound of his flesh slapping hers filled the hotel room. Their joining was harsh and fast. He felt the blood coursing through his veins and knew he wasn’t going to last long.

  COURTNEY WAS FLYING and never ever wanted to come down. She’d had sex. She’d even had several partners. But she had never experienced anything like this. Mikhail was raw and real, and the way he moved inside her made her feel as though she were more alive than ever before.

  Each time his cock slid through her damp pussy, she could feel her inner muscles clenching tight. It created more friction, which sent a wave of incredible pleasure through her body. She felt the tip of him caress a spot so deep inside that she wanted to weep with the extreme sensation. It was like electricity. As if he was giving her a primal jolt each time he thrust inside her. She twisted her fingers into the couch cushions and tried to hold on. Her back arched until she thought her spine might snap. She clenched her buttocks to make it last longer. She didn’t want to come. Not yet. She was climbing so high. It was as though she no longer in charge of her own body. She moved with him. She breathed for him. She wanted only to bring Mikhail pleasure and in turn receive her own.

  Then she heard him shout and felt a thick, throbbing pulse inside her body. She had the sense of being filled and knew that Mikhail had come inside her. His essence filled her body and left her weak in the wake of his release.

  She felt her own climax stealing quietly through her body. If the first one had been like a freight train, this one came quietly. Her muscles tensed. She felt the sensation of liquid fire licking its way through her extremities. Her legs tingled and she clenched her fingers as she waited for the inevitable moment of release.

  “Mikhail,” she whispered as the climax left her barely able to breathe. It was so good.

  She whimpered and pumped her hips as the need to move against him made her unable to hold still. She ground his cock against the inside of her pussy until she realized that there was a tiny pinpoint of friction that was growing. She moved harder, feeling more determined as she felt herself perched on the edge of a third climax. Then everything culminated in a moment of perfection, and she felt her muscles clench tight around his cock as she came hard.

  Courtney had always considered herself experienced. She now knew this was a misconception. She’d never experienced true satisfaction, and she had not known what it was like to be satisfied. But as she pressed her cheek into the couch cushion and tried to catch her breath, she knew that this moment was going to change her life forever.

  MIKHAIL WAS OF two minds, and he was never like that. He always knew exactly what to do and how to think and where to go and what his path should be. Until now. When the feeling of coming inside a woman he should have been done with made him almost giddy with something that might have been labeled joy.

  He couldn’t speak. Instead he picked Cour
tney up and cradled her naked body against his chest. Carrying her into the bedroom, he then set her in the middle of the hotel bed. When he climbed up beside her, he didn’t pause to ask himself why. A man had rules for a reason. His were never sharing a bed with a woman, never having sex in a face-to-face position, and never let himself get soft.

  Unfortunately, he had a bad feeling that being with Courtney was already breaking about half of his rules. And being with her again would likely decimate the other half. He snuggled close to her and inhaled the soft scent of sunshine and flowers. With his eyes closed he could almost believe that no time had passed. They were young and in love, and the entire world was at their feet.

  She seemed to be in a sort of endorphin-induced haze. Oddly enough, Mikhail felt more alive than sated. And just as soon as his cock began to respond to her nearness once again, Mikhail rolled Courtney onto her back and nudged his way between her legs. He braced his forearms on either side of her body and gazed down into her face. The room was dark, but he could see an outline of her precious features.

  The head of his cock pushed against her damp mound. She opened her thighs a little more to welcome him. Mikhail pressed inside her. His shaft slid deep, and he paused to savor the feeling. Her fingers brushed his cheeks. He caught her hand and kissed her palm. Then he began to move inside her body. He went slowly this time. He watched her reactions, wanting to absorb the fullness of each moment they were together.

  “Mikhail!” Her voice broke over his name.

  He felt her pussy melt around his cock. It pushed him over the edge, and soon he was straining against her cleft as he poured his seed into her womb. Perhaps it occurred to him then that he hadn’t even considered the question of birth control. He briefly wondered if she was on the pill and then discarded the thought. Truly, he didn’t care. He was glad to have marked Courtney in this way. No matter how many men she was with in the future, she would always remember this night with him. For now—for this moment—she belonged to him. Tomorrow didn’t matter.