Russian Bad Boy's Princess: A Mafia Romance

by Bella Rose

  “Promise me something,” Maria began softly.

  Funny, but he didn’t even have the urge to find out what he was promising. His response was instant. “Of course.”

  “If we have a daughter.” Two lines formed between her elegant eyebrows. “Please don’t ever let the council decide who she has to marry. I want all of my children to marry for love. Will you promise me that?”

  Sasha mulled that over for a moment. “I promise that our children can marry where they want, but I have to tell you that the arranged marriage was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

  “Oh, really?” She wrinkled her nose. “Because I seem to recall several moments when you were pretty sure it was the worst thing that you’d ever had to suffer through.”

  He pulled her onto his chest and held her tight. “That was only because I was an ass.”

  “And now you’re not?”

  Sasha could not believe his good luck. He would be able to banter and play with this woman for the rest of his life. Just that thought made his next words come easily. “Let’s just say that I know you’ll be happy to give me an attitude adjustment whenever I need one.”

  “Oh, hell yeah,” Maria said with a happy giggle. “That I can do.”

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  THE COPPERY STENCH of blood made his nose twitch. The water was cold against his hands. He watched the blood mingle with the water and then circle the dingy sink before trickling down the drain. When the body was found, there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that Antonin Mikhailovich had earned his Brigadier status within the network.

  He lifted his gaze to the small rectangular mirror above the sink. The wavy reflection that greeted him looked grim. He had long ago given up on the notion of being a Russian playboy like some of his cousins. They could be part of the Bratva and never lift a finger. Antonin was different. His father had demanded it. The scars on his face attested to his brutal nature, and he was proud that complete strangers often took a step back in alarm when Antonin approached.

  Antonin turned the water off and snatched up a few paper towels to dry his hands. There would be time to shower off the stench of blood and death later. For now he wanted a drink. If someone found the body he’d left in the alley out back before he had left, so be it. Antonin had no fear of repercussions. The Caglione family was weak. Their numbers had been dwindling even as the Bratva grew strong. Murdering their underboss had done the man a favor. He wouldn’t be around to see the Bratva wipe his crime family off the map entirely.

  Turning, Antonin shoved his way out the door. The bar was crowded. It was a popular local hangout, one that had been hotly contested by the Bratva and the Cagliones simply because of its location. The Cagliones had been established here since Prohibition, but the way Antonin and his Bratva saw things, it was time for a change.

  Someone had put a whole slew of quarters in the jukebox. Rock music blared from the speakers, and several people had taken it upon themselves to start dancing in the middle of the bar. Antonin ignored the spectacle and shouldered his way to the counter for a drink.

  “Vodka!” he shouted to the bartender.

  Nino knew better than to be rude to the man who was rumored to be the youngest Brigadier the Bratva had seen in decades. The slender bartender grabbed a bottle of top-shelf vodka and slid it down the smooth wood top toward Antonin. Next came the glass. Antonin poured himself a shot and tossed it back. Then he turned and perused the room.

  As soon as he had established himself at the bar, other people had moved away. He enjoyed the sense of power as well as the personal space his reputation and forbidding appearance afforded him.

  That was probably why he was speechless with shock when a young woman, who couldn’t have been more than five foot two or three, bellied right up to the bar beside him and waved at Nino.

  “Nino!” she called out. “I need a cosmo, please? I’m dying here!”

  Antonin watched her in fascination. She kept shooting him sideways glances, but she didn’t step back or look frightened in the least. Either he was losing his touch or this woman was completely insane.

  JULIET CAGLIONE WATCHED the bad boy from the corner of her eye as she waited for Nino to pour her drink. The bar was crowded as hell tonight. She was practically a midget compared to most of the people in here. Literally the only way she was going to get service was to take advantage of Mr. Scary’s buffer zone. The guy was so dangerous-looking that his aura alone had created almost five feet of space around him.

  She turned and looked deliberately at Mr. Scary. “And how is your night going?” she asked in a casual tone of voice.

  “Fine.”

  His clipped tone wasn’t nearly as amusing as the look of honest surprise on his face. Did no one ever talk to him? She half wondered if that wasn’t the reason he dressed like a total gangster. Unfortunately for him, Juliet had been up to her eyeballs in testosterone-laden posturing since her toddler years. One did not come of age in the Caglione family without being exposed to a good amount of violence and bloodshed. So this stranger could lay it on as thick as he wanted and he still wasn’t going to rattle Juliet.

  “You’re bleeding,” she informed him.

  He lifted his hand reflexively to the cut on his right cheek. His whole face was scarred, although by far the most impressive one was the thick line that bisected his right eye. She was a little shocked he didn’t have an eye patch to go with his brooding pirate persona.

  “Do you want a rag or something?” she asked as he swiped the blood away with his hand.

  He grunted in response.

  “Do you speak?” Juliet prodded. Nino brought her a cosmopolitan with a beautifully twisted lime slice on the edge of the glass. For some reason Nino looked as though he were going to choke when he saw her talking to Mr. Scary. Juliet put that aside for now. Nino was an alarmist on the best of days. She sipped her drink and leaned against the bar. She wasn’t done with Mr. Scary. “Why do you come here if you’re not even going to enjoy yourself?”

  “Excuse me?” His brows drew together. “How do you know I’m not enjoying myself?”

  “You look bored.” She cocked her head, taking in his expression. “Or pissed off. I’m not sure which.”

  “Bored or pissed off,” he repeated. “Because those two states of mind often happen simultaneously.”

  “Maybe you’re bored of being pissed,” she suggested. “It could happen. Oh! Maybe you got stood up by your date and you’re trying to decide if you’re going to wait just a little longer in hopes of her showing up.”

  “Do you always make up ridiculous stories about the people you meet?” he said irritably.

  Juliet shrugged. “Usually.”

  Okay, this guy was yummy. The longer she talked to him the more Juliet wanted to keep talking to him. He looked like he’d been chewed up and spit out by life, sure. But he also had the silkiest black hair. It brushed his shoulders and made her want to touch just to find out if it felt as soft as it looked. His swarthy complexion bespoke of a man that liked to be outside. Then there was his body. The guy dripped power and oozed the sort of pheromones that made a woman take off her panties without even realizing that she had. His black jeans and thick boots were sexy. But Juliet wanted to see what he was packing underneath his
clothes. She had a feeling it was something to be savored.

  THE WOMAN WAS staring at him as though he were a piece of cake and she was starving. Antonin felt his body start to respond to the obvious show of female attention. She was incredibly tiny and very beautiful. Her hair was a lush dark brown, and her eyes were brilliant cobalt blue. She had a habit of pursing her lips in a way that made her mouth into an adorable little moue. His brain flashed to a mental image of those lips wrapped around his cock as he slid his shaft in and out of her mouth.

  A jolt in his groin brought him roaring back to the moment. He wanted her. Badly. Yet she was not the typical sort of female he found for a quick liaison. Antonin preferred his women experienced and maybe even a little jaded. Those were the ones that didn’t comment on the scars that covered him from head to toe. They didn’t care that he was never going to call them. They just wanted to fuck.

  Antonin shook his head. “You should go, little girl.”

  “Is that right?” She didn’t move. She was still lounging against the bar as though she owned the place. “And if I don’t want to take your advice? What happens then?”

  She boldly placed her palm flat on his chest. He watched, mesmerized, as she slid it toward his waistband. His cock was swelling. He could see the damn thing pressing against the fly of his jeans. Her gaze was locked on his crotch. She obviously saw his response. Yet Antonin could not stop feeling as though he were about to take advantage of something very precious.

  “You shouldn’t play with fire, little girl,” he growled.

  Her low, throaty chuckle raised the hair on the back of his neck. “Oh honey, I’m the one with the matches here. Don’t tell me not to get burned. I happen to like it when I get a little singed by the flames.”

  He watched her mouth form the words and could not stop what happened next. Antonin grabbed the woman’s hand and shoved it down the length of his body until she was cupping his throbbing erection. She gave him a squeeze and he was done.

  THE EXCITEMENT AND anticipation were robbing Juliet of her good sense. In fact she had not been this reckless in—well never. She wanted this man so badly that her pussy was wet and aching and he hadn’t even touched her!

  She felt his cock throb in her hand and marveled at the size of him. She could not wait to feel him spread her inner muscles as he plowed into her body and staked a claim. Her mind began to feed her images of what it might be like to wrap her legs around his waist and ride him until she climaxed. She needed him so badly right now that there was only one answer.

  Julie lifted her gaze and met his dark eyes. “Will you fuck me?” she whispered. “No strings. Just you and me and some down-and-dirty sex.”

  His eyes widened just a bit, and then he roughly grabbed the back of her head and cradled it in his huge paw. She saw him lower his head and reflexively shut her eyes in response. Then his lips pressed against hers, and every single nerve ending in her body came alive all at once.

  He tasted magnificent, all spicy and hot male. The way he moved his mouth against hers, using his tongue and his teeth to tease and coax, told her that he would be a stellar lover. She stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and her nipples hardened at the contact. She was so turned on right now that she could have come from a single swipe of his fingers through her pussy.

  He sucked the tip of her tongue before pulling back and ending the kiss. Juliet sighed with satisfaction and want. She took his hand and tugged him behind her as she headed for the back of the bar. Past the restrooms, past the kitchen, and into the storage room she went. It was dark back here, with barely enough light to see any details of her would-be lover.

  There were two lines between his dark eyebrows as he stared at her as though waiting for her to tell him that it was all a joke. “Here?”

  “Did you need a five-star hotel?” she teased.

  He looked taken aback. “No.”

  Juliet decided the poor guy needed something to tell him that she was absolutely serious about this. She wasn’t going to change her mind at the last second. Without another word, Juliet reached for his fly. She unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Seconds later she took the hard hot length of his cock in her hands. Sinking to her knees, she put him in her mouth and swallowed the length of him to the back of her throat.

  The primal snarl of pleasure made her even more excited. Finally she’d found a guy who wasn’t afraid to touch her just because he worried about offending her father or her grandfather, or someone else in her ridiculous family.

  Chapter Two

  WHEN ANTONIN HAD imagined what this woman’s lips might look like around his cock, he hadn’t actually entertained he notion that he might find out. Stunned did not cover what he was feeling right now. Of course he could hardly process what he was feeling beyond the exquisite sensation of her tongue swirling around and around the head of his cock.

  He gently touched her hair. It was every bit as soft as he’d imagined. She stared up at him, that brilliant blue gaze locking on his face even as she sucked his cock and cupped his balls in her hand. Her technique was incredible. He’d never had anyone take his entire length into her mouth. Each time she would bob her head up and down, her tongue would slide against the puckered flange just behind the head of his penis. The maddening sensation drove him dangerously close to orgasm, and he was nowhere near ready to come.

  Antonin forced himself to calm down. He steadied his breathing and tightened the muscles in his ass cheeks until he regained control of his lust. Then he gently threaded his fingers through her hair.

  “I’m not ready to come yet, little girl.” He had the thought that calling her “little girl” was incredibly incongruent with the skill of her mouth on his cock. Yet it seemed so apt in other ways.

  She gave a little whimper and then sucked hard at his cock. Antonin ground his teeth together and used the hand he had in her hair to gently drag her back up to her feet. She let go of his cock with a little popping noise. He kept her close to his body, his cock pinned between them. She was wearing a sassy little skirt that hit her midthigh. He put his hand beneath the fabric and savored the feel of her silky thigh.

  “Please,” she whispered, moving restlessly against him.

  He let his thumb barely brush the sensitive skin on the inside of her leg. “Please what?”

  “Finger my pussy,” she whispered. “Make me come.”

  He exhaled raggedly and used one hand to lift her leg. Holding it up against his hip, he used the other hand to delve between her legs. Her panties were soaked. Moving the scrap of cotton and lace aside, he sank his fingers into her cleft and listened to her moan with need.

  Pressing his palm against her sex, he rubbed the entire area while keeping his fingers just barely touching her inner labia. With her leg up against his hip, her body was open to his touch. He could feel the blood surging to the area. Her clitoris was swollen, and each time he barely brushed it she shuddered in response.

  Very gently, he slid one long finger into her opening. Her inner muscles tightened around the intrusion and clamped down hard. Antonin gently rotated his wrist and found the pad of muscle just inside her opening. When he began to rub he could feel the tension ripple throughout her body. She was so close. He could feel it.

  JULIET WAS GOING to die. She was certain of it. She was so hot for this man that she was about to come on his fingers, and yet she didn’t even know his name. For some reason that seemed completely irrelevant as she bucked her hips and felt the first thrum of her orgasm rip through her body. She cried out as the pleasure turned her knees to jelly and caused her eyes to roll back in her head.

  Throughout the spasms, he held her close to his body. She could feel the hard length of his cock and could not wait to impale herself on that thick shaft. Reaching for him, she stroked him with shaking fingers and watched his eyes slide shut as he fought to remain in control.

  “Please,” she whispered again. “I need your cock.”


  He snarled something in a language she didn’t understand. Then he spun her around and pushed her roughly against a stack of crates. The wood bit into her palms, but she didn’t care. He lifted her skirt and gently brushed his palms over her buttocks. It felt so good when he touched her. She needed him badly.

  He began to rub himself against her butt. His cock slid sexily against her. She arched her back and bent over. That seemed to entice him enough to put the head of his huge penis against her opening. She felt him there and knew that her body was going to have to stretch to accommodate him. She didn’t care. When he began to push inside her, she savored the burn of penetration.

  It seemed to take forever to sheath him completely within her pussy. She was splayed open, the hood of her clit sliding against the base of his thick shaft each time he pushed deeper. Then his hands bracketed her hips and he began to fuck. Juliet had never experienced anything like it. The powerful strokes were deliberate and satisfying. He would back out only far enough to slam back in once again. His rhythm began to speed up. The slapping sound of their bodies coming together filled the room. She could smell the heady perfume of his skin and the scent of sex as their bodies blended together. It was so incredibly visceral, and she never wanted to stop.

  Her climax began to uncurl inside her body. She curled her toes inside her shoes and arched her back even harder to increase the friction inside her pussy. The sensations flooded her perception until there was nothing but this man here and now. She felt his cock throbbing inside her. She knew he was close to coming. His breathing was erratic, and his thrusts grew harder and more insistent. The fingers on her hips dug into her flesh, and she felt as though she would scream with the intensity of it all.