One Night in Russia: A Secret Baby Mafia Romance

by Bella King

  Elaine will have to be here for a while, but once I get her cleared, I’ll dump her ass on a plane and forget she ever existed. Those emerald green eyes are too good to tarnish with the mayhem that’s going down in Russia. She has to leave this place.

  I walk into the briefing room to meet Alek, hoping that he doesn’t add any worse news on top of what Elaine has told me. There’s only so much I can deal with before I snap and bomb the fuck out of those Fedorov bastards.

  Chapter Eleven

  Elaine

  A grab a bottle of lotion from the counter and slather as much of it onto my legs as my skin will absorb. The air is drier than I expected, even in the snow, and my skin is rightfully pissed off about it.

  I’m not doing this for Nikolai. I’m doing this for me. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Either way, I’m not going to walk around with paper-dry arms and legs. I can’t let my whole image go to hell just because I’m still slithering through a breakup.

  To be honest, though, I’m not too peeved about the split with my ex-boyfriend anymore. Fear, danger, and a sprinkle of excitement have pushed me past that point. This might not be what I like, but it could be what I need.

  Nikolai said that he’d be back to talk with me in thirty minutes, but there aren’t any clocks in the room to tell the time with. I noticed a lot of security measures around this place. Is the lack of proper clocks a security feature too?

  I pull out my phone from my thick coat that laying across a small wooden chair, only to find that it’s broken. I hold it up, and a small chunk of metal falls onto the carpet with a dull clank. I bend over to pick it up, studying the curious metal for a moment before I realize what it is.

  I take my coat from the chair and lay it down on the bed, observing the fabric for any marks. Sure enough, my suspicions are confirmed. There’s a small hole pierced in the lower region where the pocket is. My phone must have taken the hit instead of my hip, saving me from a world of pain.

  My stomach is in knots as I realize how close to death I was back at the airport. I suppose I should have thanked Alek further, or maybe even Nikolai, because he had me taken from that place. When I was in the heat of the moment, I wasn’t that afraid, but now I’m terrified. I could have died.

  I toss the deformed bullet onto the bed beside my coat and lay the broken phone down with it. I guess I won’t be calling the police for help. Truthfully, I don’t even know their phone number in Russia, although without a sim card, it wouldn’t have been very useful.

  Damn, there really isn’t much I can do here but to trust that Nikolai will take care of me. He was a perfect gentleman and a thorough lover when it came down to it, but the situation has changed. I’m no longer just with his for one night, oblivious to his mafia dealings. Now, I have to stick with him for longer and endure whatever the bratva has to offer me, good and bad.

  At least they have good lotion here. My skin already feels better, but now I’m considering taking a shower. I’m sure I still have some time to kill before Nikolai gets back. In my experience, many Europeans are loose with time and tend to be late. I never am, but I’ve come to expect it with my travels.

  I make the assumption that Nikolai is this way too, and I begin to strip down in the bedroom. I can lotion myself again. My skin will thank me for the extra care, and I’m too sweaty to justify walking around Nikolai’s headquarters without a quick rinse.

  I toss my dirty clothes in a pile at the foot of the queen-size bed and strut to the bathroom, ready to get cleaned up before Nikolai returns. The dark-gray carpet is thick and soft between my toes, and I can tell that great care was taken when designing this room. It’s far nicer than the hotel I was staying at earlier. Maybe I should have met Nikolai sooner.

  I laugh to myself as I enter the bathroom. I could have been staying here the whole time, enjoying the amenities instead of being cooped up in a two-star hotel room without so much as a telephone or internet.

  To be fair, though, I was outside sightseeing most of the time. I didn’t spend a lot of time indoors, despite how cold it was. One must brave the harshness of nature to witness its beauty.

  Well, I’m done braving nature, and I’m ready to enjoy the comforts of civilization once I figure out how to turn this shower on. There are three knobs, but the first one did nothing at all. The second one starts the water, and again, the third does nothing. Odd.

  I hold my hand under the showerhead, feeling the strong flow of water in my palm as it starts to heat up. Maybe the knobs on the left and right adjust the heat. I place my hand on the left one and notice that it’s very hot. The other feels cold. Bingo.

  I’m smart enough to operate a shower, but not smart enough to keep myself out of trouble. I step into the steamy heat to forget about all that, though, and I take a moment to relax under the divine water pressure provided by the shiny gold showerhead.

  A few turns of the golden knobs are all it takes to push my brain from panic mode to the utmost relaxation. The gentle sound of water on the tiles, the pleasant scent of some sort of water-activated tropical air freshener installed in the shower, and the pulsating rhythm of water coming from the showerhead ease the tension in my shoulders and loosen my posture.

  As per tradition here, I lose track of time completely. I’d rather soak in the glory of a proper shower than do anything else. I don’t want to return to the cold hard reality that awaits me once I step out. I want to unwind until there isn’t a single coiled strand of muscle fiber in my entire body.

  That’s why I don’t hear anything when the door to my bedroom opens. That’s also why I don’t hear anything until the bathroom door opens, bringing in the intoxicating scent of masculinity, spices, and a hint of sweetness.

  I know it instantly. That’s not the tropical air freshener. That’s Nikolai Volkov, and he’s in the bathroom while I’m taking a shower. What the hell does he want?

  Chapter Twelve

  Elaine

  “Is there a problem?” I call out from behind the foggy shower glass.

  The room is steamy enough so that ample condensation has collected on the glass shower door to obscure my naked body, but all it would take was a spray of hot water or a swipe of a hand to see inside.

  Nikolai’s voice is like silk, moving through the air and drifting toward me lazily. “I just came to check on you.”

  “I thought you said you’d be here in half an hour,” I reply, only just now starting to run body wash over myself.

  “It’s been thirty-five minutes, actually. You’ll have to excuse my lateness,” he purrs.

  I frown. It hasn’t felt like that long, but the shower has been more relaxing than I anticipated, sucking me into a relaxing daze. “I’m still getting ready,” I say, hoping he’ll leave me alone to finish bathing.

  “I can see that,” Nikolai replies.

  I don’t hear him walk away. He hasn’t moved since coming into the bathroom. I know he’s up to something. He was this way when he convinced me that getting under him in the heat of the moment was a good idea. Just thinking about it makes me wetter than the shower ever could.

  “Are you going to stand there and wait for me?” I ask, growing impatient.

  “I thought I might join you. It’s been a tough day so far,” he says, stepping close enough to where I can see the dark silhouette of his suited body through the glass.

  “Join me in the shower?” I ask, skeptical of his intentions. This is hardly the time for fun and games.

  “Oh yes,” he replies, and I see him moving, removing his suit jacket from behind the glass.

  My heart skips a beat. “I don’t know if that’s necessary,” I say.

  “I think it is,” he replies. “I wouldn’t want you to be lonely in there.”

  I laugh nervously. It would be wrong for me to get involved with him again, knowing that he’s a mafia boss, but the deep rumble of his voice is giving me goosebumps even with how hot the shower is. Should I let him in or keep him outside until I finish and make
myself decent.

  My hesitation is as good as a choice because the shower door comes sliding open, the man of my dreams (and nightmares!) stepping into the hot water paradise with me.

  “Alright then,” I say, stepping back. “Help yourself.”

  “I will,” he replies, a smug look of satisfaction on his square jaw.

  “You could have waited for me to finish,” I say, leaning against the opposite wall of the large shower and scanning his deliciously muscular body and tight buttocks with my eyes.

  “Or,” he says, turning around and showing me a massive erection. “I could do what I want and think about the consequences later.”

  I’ve seen it before, but that was in the dark. Seeing Nikolai’s cock in the shower is enough to make my heart nearly stop. I’ve heard that people can die during sex, but I might just pass away before I ever get the chance to do the dirty deed.

  Nikolai’s body is divine. I don’t say that lightly. His muscles are like that of a professional swimmer, sleek and defined, with just the right amount of bulk to them. He’s tall, much taller than my ex, and his flat stomach lays way to the sharp V shape that points directly to his stiff manhood.

  Amazing. I’m studying the details of the veins wrapped around his thick rod like it’s a slice of the densest chocolate caramel cake on the planet, baked fresh and iced with rich, sugary chocolate crème. I have to close my mouth to keep from drooling.

  Water runs down Nikolai’s body, bumping over the ridges and curves of his muscles as it makes its way down his powerful core to his cock, riding down the shaft and slipping off the end. I have half a mind to get on my knees and drink the water that rolls off his cock, but perhaps that would be too kinky with how little I know about him.

  When I finally look at his eyes again, I can see that he’s been staring me down with the same lustful glare this whole time. His eyes dart from my heavy breasts, between my pale thighs, and across my face, never fully resting on any one part. He’s taking it all in, and I’m totally unprepared for it.

  “Pass me the shower gel,” Nikolai says, his voice casual as though he were having a conversation without a raging boner pointing up at me.

  “You’re crazy,” I say, grabbing the bottle that I had used from the ledge on the wall and handing it to him. My hand meets his, and I feel a jolt like there’s an electric current running through the water.

  “Thanks,” Nikolai says with his eyelids half-closed as though I had already begun sucking him off.

  Everything this man is doing is driving me wild. My heart can hardly keep up with itself, and I’m trying hard not to pant in the steamy air as I try to focus on thoughts that aren’t sexual. It’s not easy when the definition of perfection is lathering his body up with shower gel.

  Thick white foam flows from between his fingers, oozing out like whipped cream. He moves his hand down to his cock, stroking it and fondling his balls in front of me with the foamy soap. He’s taking his time, drawing out his movement on purpose to give me a show, and I’m lapping it up like cream.

  “Are you finished playing with yourself?” I ask, taking a snappier tone with him as he starts moving his hand over his stiff cock, quite literally masturbating in front of me.

  Nikolai looks down at his penis, then up to me, meeting my eyes with fiery intensity. “Probably not. Do you want to help?”

  “I came here to shower, not to play with dicks,” I reply. “I still need to wash my hair, so I’d appreciate you giving me some of that water.”

  “Suit yourself,” he replies, stepping out of the water. “I’ll just be over here, soaping myself up.” He moves across the shower, his cock tapping against my thigh as he scoots past me and allows me to access the water again.

  “Thanks,” I say, shuddering at the feeling of his hot skin against mine.

  “No problem,” he replies, grabbing his cock in his hand again and tugging on it.

  “Don’t try anything,” I warn, holding up a finger. “I’m not fucking a mafia boss.”

  Nikolai laughs, keeping his hand on his rod. “Are you sure about that? You’ve done it before.”

  “That was before I knew who you were.” I grab a bottle of shampoo and turn it over in my hand, letting the cool white liquid drizzle into the palm of my hand. I can’t help but notice how much it looks like semen.

  “I’m super horny,” Nikolai says, staring at my breasts.

  “Straight to the point, I see.” I plop the handful of shampoo onto the top of my head and start lathering it up into a thick foam.

  “I’ve been thinking a lot about the other night. You know, the one where you begged me to pump my load between your gorgeous legs,” he says, looking just as satisfied as can be with his hand over his cock.

  I touch my breast, pinching my nipple lightly as I think about it. I’m not trying to tease him with my body, but I do it without thinking. I’m turned on by the thought of it. The sex was beyond anything I have experienced before, and it’s tempting to do it again.

  Mafia boss, Elaine. Mafia boss! You can’t do this.

  I jerk my hand away from my breast and return it to my scalp, massaging the shampoo to clean out all the sweat and oils that have built on my roots already since this morning. Running from thugs is an intense workout.

  “Once you get done rinsing your hair, you can rinse me off,” Nikolai says as I turn around.

  “Sure,” I reply, popping the showerhead off and holding it to my scalp. I bend over, moving my ass just a bit more than necessary as I rinse the coconut-scented suds from my shoulder-length hair. They run down my breasts and back, sliding down past my ass to my ankles.

  “Let me get that for you,” Nikolai says from close behind me, slapping his hand onto the skin of my bottom and rubbing his hand across it.

  “Are you cleaning me?” I ask playfully from underneath the flowing water.

  “Of course. What else would I be doing?” he replies.

  I laugh, nearly choking on the water still running over my face. “That’s all you should be doing.”

  “Aren’t you curious about what it would be like?”

  “What what would be like?” I ask.

  “Sex in the shower.”

  I stand up straight and spin around, spraying Nikolai in the face with the showerhead. He stumbles back, waving his hands over his face to block the stream. That snapped him out of it.

  It’s not that I wouldn’t like to have sex with him again, but I know better. Fucking a mafia boss is a bad move any way that you phrase it, and I’ve already had unprotected sex with him once before. A few more times, and I’m practically begging for a baby.

  “Rinse me off,” Nikolai demands, standing with his erection thrust out toward me. He doesn’t seem to care much that I just sprayed him in the face. He’s still just as playful as when he first climbed into the shower with me.

  I scoff at him, but I point the showerhead toward his cock, nonetheless. I watch in satisfaction as the rest of the suds roll down his powerful thighs, swirling down the drain at my feet as I clean his impressive package. It’s a sight to behold, but I can’t let myself get sucked into drooling over Nikolai again. It won’t end well.

  “Alright, you finished?” I ask, turning the showerhead back to me and holding it against my breasts. The hot water feels heavenly running between them.

  “I’ll be finished when I’m balls deep inside of you,” Nikolai replies.

  I want to melt at his words. I want to tell him to take me and claim me as his own, to pump me full and give me his babies, and to use me like this every single night until I’m old and gray. Hell, I’m sure I’ll still want him when I’m old and gray.

  However, I can’t forget that the stay here is temporary and that I’m going back to the United States to return to work. It would take a hell of a lot to keep me in Russia after what I’ve been through, and Nikolai is trouble, even if he looks like the time of my life.

  I turn the water off. “I think it’s time that we have a seri
ous conversation about me returning home.”

  Nikolai sighs. “About that,” he replies, trailing off and looking away from me.

  “Yes,” I say firmly, “About that. We’re going to talk about me going home ASAP. Isn’t that what you said?”

  Nikolai shrugs. “Something came up.”

  I clip the showerhead back into place and grab a towel from outside of the shower, pulling the door closed to keep the warm air inside while I dry off. I don’t bother giving Nikolai a towel. I’m done being cute with him.

  “Something came up?” I ask. “What, did they shut down every airport in the country?”

  Nikolai chuckles. “Who told you?”

  “Seriously,” I reply dryly. “That’s not funny.”

  “No, seriously,” he replies, his face growing serious. “They shut them all down for the next month. The borders are closed, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Nikolai

  Elaine is going to be here for a lot longer than she expected to be. I’m not trying to keep her here on purpose, but I don’t mind her pale skin and frumpy pout brightening my days and nights. I enjoy having her at my headquarters, under my command, but that’s not the reason she’s stuck with me.

  Once I leave the shower with Elaine, I sit her down on the bed to explain what’s going on. “The Fedorov bratva has done some very bad things, so as a result, you’re going to have to get comfortable here.”

  “Was that what you were doing in the shower? Trying to make me comfortable?” she asks, tilting her head and making her thick black hair cascade along her smooth shoulder.

  I smirk. I can’t help but be attracted to this beautiful creature. She’s the perfect woman, but I know she’s afraid to get involved with me again. Who says we can’t have a bit of fun while she’s stuck with me, though? “I was just trying to have a good time with you.”