Dirty Kisses_Interracial Russian Mafia Romance

by Kenya Wright

  Her legs gave out, but she didn’t pass out.

  I helped her regain balance. “No, Emily. Stay with me.”

  “No. No. That’s not true.” She backed away. “I’m not going to let you all tell me who I am—”

  “There’s lots of proof.”

  “Where?”

  “In Maxwell’s apartment.”

  She covered her mouth with both hands. “No. That’s crazy. There’s no way. . .”

  “I have a proposition for you.”

  She looked at me but didn’t say anything.

  “I need you to do more than wash for me.”

  Her bottom lip quivered. “What?”

  What do I need her to do?

  I still hadn’t figured it out myself. I just knew that she couldn’t leave my sight. That our story wouldn’t end here in Harlem with me going and her staying here.

  “I’ll tell you more, once we get to Russia.”

  She inched back. Her voice screeched. “Russia?”

  “My sister’s going to give us a ride.”

  She swallowed. “I can’t go—”

  “You don’t have much of a choice, Emily. Your picture is on every television screen in New York, probably even more than that. If they find out you’re alive, they’ll come asking questions. If Sasha knows you’re alive, he’ll kill you. And I won’t be here to save you—”

  “He would have to catch me first.”

  I smiled. “No, I won’t risk it.”

  “I’ve. . .” She shook her head. “I’ve never left Harlem. I’ve never even been on a plane.”

  “Then, you’re lucky. You’ll be going in style. My sister’s plane is even bigger than mine and dripping with luxury.”

  She ran her fingers through her hair. “I can’t go—”

  “Maxwell and your uncle are going.”

  “They are not.”

  “They are, and you are too.” I closed the distance between us. “The police will figure out that you are the Tinder Killer. With Sasha and your brother on your tail, someone will squash you.”

  Her chest rose and fell like she’d been running.

  “But, I won’t let that happen, Emily. No one will ever touch you, unless you want them to. No one will ever harm or violate you, lie or deceive you. No one.” I wrapped my arms around her. “You’ll work for me.”

  She leaned her head against my chest as if accepting defeat. “And is that all I will be doing for you? Working?”

  “I’m not stupid enough to think that I can put you on a leash, Emily. You’ll be free in Russia.”

  In some ways. . .

  She blew out a long breath. “I don’t know, Kaz.”

  I grinned at the nickname she had given me. “Trust me, Emily. Just like I trusted you in the tunnels. Let me guide you to safety.”

  Sighing again, she looked up at me. “Okay. I want to use one of my two favors.”

  Surprised, I said, “Go ahead.”

  “Hold my hand, while we’re on the plane. At least some of the time.”

  I chuckled. “I’ll let you keep your two favors still. I already planned on doing that.”

  She stepped out of my arms and I pulled her back to me.

  “I promise to protect you.” I nipped at her lips.

  Shaking her head, she backed away, never letting me catch her again.

  “Then, I will use my other favor.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “What do you want?”

  “We don’t have sex anymore, not if I’m going to work for you. . .and even if I wasn’t working for you. I just like. . .one-time flings, nothing more.”

  “One-time?” I winked at her. “I would rather you say one more time.”

  She stirred in front of me.

  “With this new knowledge, I’m sure you’re anxious and confused.” I licked my lips. “I’m sure you need someone to take the edge off. And trust me, when I say this. . .” The rest of my words held a razor-sharp edge. “You are no longer allowed to use Tinder.”

  She widened her eyes.

  “You get in too much trouble with it, and you’ll be busy.” I adjusted my towel, walked back to her bed, and lay down. “If you don’t want to fuck anymore, little mysh, that’s fine. Your body is not why I’m bringing you to Russia.”

  At least, it isn’t the only reason.

  She slowly walked to the edge of the bed and stared down at me. “So. . .you understand?”

  “Yes. You don’t want to fuck anymore.” My cock got hard under the thin towel.

  It hadn’t been lost on me that she kept letting her gaze drop to the hump.

  How long will you deny yourself?

  I tried to keep the desire out of my voice. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes.”

  “Luka brought food. It’s in the kitchen.”

  She blinked. “Oh.”

  I smirked. “You thought I was talking about something else.”

  Annoyance crept at the corner of her eyes.

  “You must be anxious and edgy, Emily.”

  She shook her head at me.

  I rubbed my cock over the towel. “As I’ve said before, I’m here for you, but I won’t take you. I’ve heard a bloody rumor that you can’t be taken.”

  She watched me slide my hands down my length and then squeeze the tip hard.

  She’d done this to me, made me fucking crazy around her. If she thought we would never have sex again, then she’d banged her head when she’d passed out. I would have her in Harlem, in Prague, and Russia too. And I wouldn’t share her with anyone else.

  But most of all, I will let her figure that out all on her own.

  I licked my lips.

  Her breath hitched in her throat.

  “Oh, Emily. I wonder, if you would be open to some sort of compromise.”

  She squeezed her thighs together as she stood by the edge of the bed. “Compromise?”

  “Maybe, we fuck one more time. Just once more. What could it hurt?”

  She averted her eyes.

  “We’re good friends. We trust each other. Our relationship has grown from the very desire to save each other’s lives. Who else should help you knock the edge off, but me?”

  A smile broke across her face.

  “Hmmm. I love, when you smile.”

  “Most men would’ve run, after all the things you’ve heard about me. I’m a fucking serial killer—”

  “Don’t think about it.”

  “Most men would run.”

  “Do I look like a man that runs?”

  Her nipples hardened, poking the front of her shirt.

  I grunted. “Come here.”

  Chapter 20

  Emily

  What did one do when the most powerful man in the world told them to come?

  They came.

  And that was what I did, but first, I slipped off my jeans and shirt. I wore a new bra and panty set underneath. I hadn’t planned on having sex with him again, but still I’d picked the sexier items to wear before taking them back into the tunnels.

  The bra and panties were all crimson lace. They hid nothing from him. He could see the outline of my nipples and the space between my thighs.

  He directed his gaze down my body from my head to my toes, curving his lips into a wicked smile.

  “Why do you want me to come to you?”

  “Oh Emily, do you know how dangerous you are?”

  “No.” I touched the straps on my shoulders but didn’t move them.

  His words were a growl. “Come here.”

  My eyes drooped with lust.

  “I want to undress you,” he whispered. “I want to slip that lace off your body.”

  I shouldn’t have, but I crawled to him, needing to forget yet again. He’d told me that I killed people. I didn’t want to believe him, but deep inside of me, I knew there was some truth to it.

  But I couldn’t think about it. I refused to. I’d killed before. Death had been around me since I was ten. Tragedy came and went.
Twists always hit and knocked me down, but I never stayed on the ground.

  I always jumped back up.

  I’m not what they said I am. I won’t think about it.

  My chest ached, and I shut the thoughts away into a mental room where I kept tons and tons of other stuff. Other moments I never wanted to deal with again.

  In front of me lay a powerful man, dripping in masculine gorgeousness.

  And I would fuck him. I would ride his cock until I forgot about Darryl’s deceit, Maxwell’s secrets, and Kazimir’s new position for me.

  Am I really going to Russia? No way. I’ll get out of it somehow.

  Everything could wait.

  And so, I crawled to Kazimir, so horny my skin burned with hunger.

  On all fours, I moved toward him. His gaze went to my cleavage. I crawled over his taut legs and muscular thighs. The towel was still wrapped around him, but his cock had tented the front, hiking the center up.

  I rubbed my body against his cock’s tip as I continued to journey up his beautiful body—all curved and hard. Sculpted tanned skin. Tight and smooth. Perfect, except for the scars that marred his side.

  Still on all fours, I hovered over him. My face was barely two inches from his. Our noses almost touched.

  “You’ve been shot?” I asked.

  “Of course. You don’t get to where I am without being shot a few times.”

  “Hmmm.” I lowered a little and kissed his lips. Before he could capture my tongue, I lifted back up. “If I go to Russia with you, will you promise not to get shot anymore?”

  “I can’t promise that, but I’ve been really good at avoiding it.” He raised his head to me and sucked on my bottom lip.

  I pulled in my breath as he reached out to me, the tips of his fingers tenderly grazing my chin. Heat spread out from his touch, flooding my senses.

  He moved his hands down my body and gripped my hips, pulling my body against his. “I like how you said the word if.”

  “I did.”

  He slid his hands over my ass and squeezed. The whole time, he rubbed his cock against my center. “Don’t think that because you’re half-naked and on top of me, that you’ll be able to do what you want to do.”

  “I—”

  He flipped me onto my back. “You’re coming to Russia. If you stayed, I would envy the NY winds that got to touch you, when I couldn’t. I’d be jealousy of this country because it had you far away from me.”

  My heart hammered in my chest.

  “And you’ll love my country.” Inch by inch, he lowered to my breast, landing kisses along the border of my bra. “We’re going to have fun.”

  “What’s fun to you?”

  He gripped the front clasp of my bra between his teeth and ripped it away.

  I shrieked.

  The material continued to rip from me. I moved my arms out of the straps so he wouldn’t rip me away with them. He spat the bra out on the bed. “I have so many plans for you, Emily.”

  I could’ve orgasmed just from the sound of his voice. It was that sexy. After hearing everything, I couldn’t deal with any slow burn foreplay. I needed him now. Hard and fast. His cock inside of me, pumping fast and deep into me.

  I yanked away the stupid towel. His cock flopped out, bumping against my stomach. I shuddered, close to begging him to tear off my panties too.

  “I love when you look so greedy.” He devoured my mouth.

  I lapped at his tongue.

  Groaning, he tore his mouth away from my mine and reached for my nightstand’s drawer. “I assume there are condoms in here.”

  “There are.”

  He yanked it opened and frowned. “More boxes and knives.”

  “You can never have enough condoms and knives.”

  Silent, he ripped the foil on the packet with one hand and his teeth, hovering over me. That strong build scared me. But in a way, his hugeness comforted me too. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I felt it in my gut.

  “I promise to protect you.”

  I let his words comfort me as I scooted out of my panties and slung them to the floor.

  “What were you thinking about?” He slipped the condom along his thick length.

  “I can’t wait to have your cock inside of me.”

  “That wasn’t an answer,” He licked his lips. “But, I’ll take it this time.”

  I smirked.

  He moved his hands down my body, caressing each inch. “You won’t need so many boxes of condoms in Russia.”

  So naughty, I couldn’t help it. “I’ll take some just in case. I’m starting to like Russian men.”

  His expression went neutral.

  Okay. Sorry. Maybe, that wasn’t funny.

  “Really?” He shoved my legs wide apart to further accommodate his hips. “Tell me more about this attraction.”

  “I didn’t know Russian men could be so big.” I raised my hand to hold his cock.

  He knocked it away. “Hmmm.”

  I pouted. “What was that for?”

  He lowered a little, teasing me and touching the tip of his cock to my opening. Writhing under him, I craned my neck forward to watch the erotic torture more.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  “No one else can be in your bed, Emily.” He pushed in that first delicious inch. The thick head of his sex pulsed, hard and demanding.

  I gripped the sheets and arched forward. “More. . .please.”

  “You know what you’re doing to me, Emily.” He pierced me with another inch of his cock. The mushroom tip disappeared into my pussy. “But, do you know what I’m doing to you?”

  Another inch.

  I cried out in lust.

  “Oh, Emily.” He dove deep into me. The air punched hard out of my lungs. I was full with him.

  I fell back into the bed, rocking with his rhythm.

  “It already feels like it’s been too long since I fucked you.” Shifting his pumping to slow and dominating, he slipped inside of me and pulled out, working his thick abs against my clit, slowly. So painstakingly slow. Our bodies lovingly molded against the other. Hard muscle against soft flesh. Rough inhales between soft exhales.

  I clenched around him, my sex sucking him. So hungry. Greedy. Starving for more of him.

  Slowly, he pulled all the way out of me.

  My pussy went empty. Shock hit me.

  I panted. “Kaz?”

  He raised his eyebrows at me. Lust blazed in his eyes. “We can have sex only one more time?”

  I bit my lip.

  “Answer me.”

  I widened my eyes. “Maybe another time.”

  He gazed at me under hooded eyes. “Maybe?”

  “Please, come back to me.”

  “What do you want, Emily?”

  “Your fat cock inside of me.”

  He kissed me.

  I tore away from his lips. “Now.”

  Growling, he licked the curve of my neck. I trembled and wrapped my arms around his neck as if I could pull him down and inside of me.

  “Only one more time?” he whispered against my throat and then nibbled the curve.

  “Definitely another time, Kaz, please.”

  He landed a soft kiss on my lips and whispered, “And another?”

  “Yes.”

  He dove back into my pussy, catching me by surprise. “And another and another.”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  So deep and smooth. Every delicious movement. His muscles flexed as he pumped. He drove me crazy. Gorgeous and hypnotizing, so much power radiated from him. He was a wild beast, not controlled by anyone or anything.

  Gripping my hips with those large hands, he drove into me, again and again, his thrusts rough to the point of brutal.

  I needed this.

  All my problems disappeared. Everything vanished away. All I had to think about was him and how good he made me feel. He fucked me the rest of the night. Even after I came. He wouldn’t stop. It was mindless abandon. Pumping and pounding. Fast and th
en slow. Hard and then soft.

  The second time, I came harder than ever before.

  “Ya lyublyu trakhat' tebya,” he whispered, holding me firmly in his hands, lovingly punishing my sex. He gave me no time to catch my breath. He pushed me more. Thrusting and pumping. My breaths were strangled gasps.

  “Kaz.” I shut my eyes and let my head fall back. I didn’t know what else he could want from me, but I was willing to give it.

  And when I came the third time, he finally orgasmed with me.

  We tore into shattered bits of who we’d been before ever meeting each other. I knew I would never be the same again. Too much had moved between us. Too much had changed, and a lot of it happened right in my bed.

  “Ty mne nuzhen.” He drove into my pussy and froze, planting himself inside of me, balls deep. Tremors of pleasure rode me. A delirious fog filled my head. I had no thoughts or concerns, just his face in front of mine—caught in complete pleasure.

  He dropped his forehead to my shoulder. Grunting, he drew back and then plunged deeper again.

  “Jesus, Kaz.” I clutched his strong back.

  He lifted my hips to meet another hard thrust.

  “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath. His cock jerked inside of me.

  “Oh God,” I mumbled, unable to feel any more pleasure. My pussy had gone numb.

  “Ty takoy khoroshiy,” he groaned again and lifted his head to stare at me.

  And I drank the beauty of him as he finished coming. The danger left his eyes. He gripped my hips harder and groaned deeper, freezing us right there, not letting his cock move one inch. So beautiful to watch, he slipped away and moaned so loud, a hot shiver sliced up my spine.

  We collapsed on the bed.

  He moved to my side.

  I remained on my back, finally catching my breath. Exhausted, all I could do was gaze at the ceiling.

  “My stepbrother is smart,” Kazimir whispered between hurried breaths as he rested on his back. “You just might kill me.”

  Panting, I scooted to him and lay on his chest. “What did all of those Russian words mean?”

  Closing his eyes, he smiled. “They are words that I’ve never said before.”

  “But, what did you say?”

  “One day, I’ll tell you them in English.”

  I fake pouted. “Then, I should learn Russian.”

  “You should. You’ll be living there.”

  “Temporary.”