Russian Bad Boy's Princess: A Mafia Romance

by Bella Rose

  “You already did that,” he told her flatly. “And apparently the experience left a lasting mark.”

  Blood rushed to Juliet’s face as her fury erupted. She took deep breaths to keep herself from completely losing it. How dare he? He had no right to say something so crass! It wasn’t as if she had known who he was that night. Although if she were honest with herself, she couldn’t really say that knowledge of his identity would have stopped her. Even now the man reeked of her own personal brand of pheromone. She didn’t know what it was, but she was deathly attracted to him.

  That silky dark hair and those brooding dark eyes intrigued her. She wanted to put her arms around his neck and inhale the wonderful scent of him right before she pulled his mouth down for a long, hot kiss. He was her brand of crack and she wanted a fix. Now.

  Except that was not why she was here or why he was here, and she needed to be thinking about that. Shaking off her ridiculous infatuation, she narrowed her gaze at the man who was her captive. “So we had a liaison. True. And yes. I’m pregnant. I don’t see what that has to do with you.”

  “That’s my child,” he growled. “You’re carrying my child. And if you think that means nothing, then you’d better think again.”

  “Pardon me, but you’re the one standing there in restraints.” She waved at his bound hands. “I don’t think you’re in any position to argue.”

  He drew his hands slowly out from behind his back. “What restraints?”

  “OhmyGod!” she gasped.

  Opening her mouth to call out for help, she was thwarted by a set of massive arms that wrapped snug around her body. He pressed his hand over her mouth and held her utterly powerless against his body. Even worse, she could remember what it actually felt like to be touched by this man. She knew his body. She knew his scent, and even the taste of his dick in her mouth. She wanted him badly and there was really no way to hide it.

  “Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re trying to be tough as nails. And I bet you are. But right now you want nothing more than to submit to me. You loved every second of what happened between us. You begged me for it. You sucked my cock until I nearly came in your mouth. You want me as badly as I want you. Why are we going to fight it? Obviously the two of us are on a collision course. I say we give in and get some pleasure out of the deal while we’re at it.”

  Chapter Six

  JULIET WAS GOING down in flames and she was going fast. The man she had so stupidly thought she held prisoner now held her captive. Of course the biggest problem was that she was a very willing one.

  He moved her hair to the side and began to kiss her neck. His lips were so deceptively soft. The way he would kiss and then nip at her skin was intoxicating. Her skin grew hyper sensitized, and each brush of his mouth against her caused her to jump with the anticipated pleasure.

  His low laugh sent a chill down her spine. She shivered in response, and he wrapped one huge hand around her neck. Somehow the fierce power of him was a turn-on. The man could have snapped her neck in one movement, yet he chose not to. She shut her eyes and just forgot about being in control. She was along for the ride, and that was all there was to it.

  “I like that you wear skirts,” he rumbled. His hand rested on her hip and began pulling the fabric of her pencil skirt up toward her waist. “There is such easy access to what I want when you’re wearing a skirt.” His fingers brushed her bare leg. Then he hooked them in the side elastic of her panties. “But the underwear has to go.” With one twist of his hand, the side of her underwear ripped in two.

  Juliet gave a little gasp. Then he repeated the process with the other hand. He inched her skirt up until he could gain access to her underwear. Then he ripped the elastic and let the ruined garment fall away to bear her mound. His fingers gently tugged her pubic hair. She tried and failed to stifle a moan. The sensation of him pulling on that hair was intense, unexpected. How could it feel so good just to be touched?

  His lips brushed the sensitive shell of her ear. “Are you wet for me, Juliet?”

  “Yes.” There was no point in denying it. His fingers were so close he was going to know in mere seconds anyway.

  He delved between her nether lips and buried his fingers in her damp slit. “God, yes you are!”

  The way he rubbed her clit was maddening. It was as though he knew exactly what would make her squirm the most. Blood rushed to her groin. Her clitoris grew swollen and almost painful to the touch. He gently traced around the outside of it. Then he placed his hand on her mound and rubbed the outside edges. The pressure was delightful. She gained a little bit of friction, and within no time at all she was ready to come.

  “Please,” she whispered. She had grabbed onto his forearms and was currently digging in with her nails. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

  “Wait for what?” he rasped. “Tell me what you want, little girl.”

  “Make me come. I need to come,” she begged. “Please?”

  THE SENSATION OF power that Antonin got from hearing Juliet beg for completion outranked every other feeling he’d experienced. This was not some weak woman looking for a man to rule her. She was a worthy adversary in every way. The fact that she would let him bring her to this state of arousal was intoxicating.

  He pressed against the left side of her clit and gave it a little rub. He felt the exact moment she slipped over the edge of climax. She gave a tiny gasp, and her eyes slid shut. Her body convulsed and every muscle in her pussy began to undulate with contractions that seemed to rock her whole body. He watched in wonder and reveled in the notion that he was going to feel that in a whole new way very, very soon.

  Antonin glanced around the office. He could have bent her over any flat surface, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He’d taken her from behind the first time. He wanted to watch her face when she came. He wanted to see the pleasure he brought her as he poured his seed into her body.

  Placing one arm beneath her knees, he swept her up and carried her toward her desk. But instead of bending her over, he set her on the surface. The height was just perfect. He touched her chin and made her meet his gaze. There was something a little bemused about her expression.

  “Unfasten my pants the way you did before,” he ordered in a low tone.

  She fumbled at his waist but didn’t argue. And when she held his rock-hard erection in her hot little hand, she gave him a few strokes that nearly undid him then and there. Nothing about her was tentative. Even when she touched him she did so in a way that told him unequivocally that she wanted him.

  Her skirt was still up by her waist. Antonin nudged his way between her legs. He looked down and watched the tip of his cock brush her dark pubic hair. Watching his cock breach her pussy was erotic. He pulled back just to see what she would do. A little inhale and a plaintive sound from her lips assured him that she wanted him inside her just as much as he wanted to be there.

  “Beg me for it,” he growled. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “I do,” she moaned. “I want your cock inside me. Fuck me, Antonin!”

  The sound of his name passing her lips pushed him over the edge. His desire became a clawing need that would not let go. “Spread your pussy lips for me. Put my cock inside your body.”

  She used the fingers of one hand to splay her sex wide. There was something primal in the act of watching a woman take a man inside her. Antonin shuddered with barely leashed lust. Her inner folds were dark pink and flush with blood. The tissue glistened with her juices, and the wet sound of his cock pressing into her softness filled the room.

  He felt the first press of his head past her entrance as though she had squeezed him through the eye of a needle. He groaned. She was so hot inside that she nearly scorched his skin. He took her hips in his hands and began to slowly sink the rest of the way inside her body. She whimpered and put her own hands on his shoulders. He felt her claw him as she squirmed. Then he was fully sheathed in her hot pussy, and he had only to pause long enough t
o stave off the need to come.

  THE PRESSURE AND friction of Antonin’s huge cock was enough to make Juliet come instantly. She felt herself fly right over the edge with no more than a tiny thrust from Antonin’s hips. It felt so damn good! Then he began to pound in and out of her in short, fast strokes and Juliet wondered if she was going to die with the pleasure of it.

  She put her hands on his shoulders and gave herself over completely to his overwhelming possession of her body. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He got in deeper, and she tilted her hips to change the angle of his entry. Each stroke sent the long length of his cock skidding over the spread hood of her clit. The resulting jolt was like an electrical impulse that thrummed through her body and left her panting.

  Raising her legs, she wrapped them around his waist and drew him deeper inside her. He slowed his rhythm and began using long, deliberate strokes that left her practically weeping for him to finish it. She could feel the sheer power of him in each and every movement. This man was a rock. Not just because he could play her body so beautifully and with so little effort, but because his strength of will was tangible in everything that he did.

  Liquid heat began to pool at the base of her spine. She felt her muscles tightening inside her channel. Her pussy clamped down on his cock until the friction created so much heat she thought she might be scorched to death. Then all at once it snapped like a rubber band. Everything imploded and her orgasm hit like a freight train.

  “Oh God!” she cried out. “Antonin!”

  The name came automatically to her lips. She said it over and over again as she came in undulating wave after wave of intense contractions. Every nerve in her body was on fire. Then she felt him thrust hard and hold her as close as he could. She actually felt the heat and the wet spray of his ejaculate inside her body. The sensation was incredible. She felt as though the entire world had stopped turning on its axis. Then finally it all began to recede, and she could breathe once more.

  ANTONIN COULD NOT have said exactly what happened between him and this woman. She shouldn’t have been any more important to him than a quick lay and a ticket out of this place. She obviously knew where the money was. Yet he didn’t want to leave her right here on the desk trussed up for every one of her men to laugh at. He wouldn’t have allowed her to be treated that way.

  He felt strangely tender toward her and had no idea how to deal with such a thing. So instead of pulling away, he held her close with her cheek resting against his chest and his arms around her. She gave a tiny sigh, and he realized that her legs were still locked around him and his cock was still buried inside her. What an odd sort of couple they made.

  “I never meant to get pregnant,” she whispered. “It certainly wasn’t in the plan. And I absolutely have no plans to take you to court or force you to do anything for this child. That isn’t and never was my intention. In fact if you hadn’t been about to end my life—even though I didn’t realize it was you—I wouldn’t have said anything at all.”

  He believed her, though he had no reason to. “Have you told anyone in your organization?”

  “My friend Giovanni knows and that’s it. Giovanni was my brother’s best friend. I can trust him.”

  He didn’t like to think of her being so alone in this situation. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do when you can’t hide it anymore?”

  “Not really.” She sighed. “I think I was hoping that I would have proved myself a competent Consigliere by then. I could sort of step back, find someone competent to do some of the day-to-day stuff, and then it would all work out.”

  “It could happen that way,” he acknowledged.

  Her bitter laugh suggested she wasn’t at all naive. “Sure. It might work out that way. Except nothing in life ever works out to be that neat and tidy. Usually it’s just a clusterfuck of crazy, and I spend years trying to manage the fallout.”

  “At least you’re realistic,” he conceded. “But you aren’t alone, Juliet. I want to help you. This is my child, and I’m willing to take some responsibility for it.”

  “It?” She quirked an eyebrow.

  He tried another reference. “Him or her?”

  “Her,” she said softly.

  “My God, you know that already?” He realized then that he had absolutely no idea what to expect with a pregnancy. “I know nothing about babies.” He reconsidered his statement. “Or having babies. I suppose the only thing I know how to do is to conceive them.”

  She was laughing at him, and yet somehow it didn’t bother him the way it normally would have. There was no malice in her expression. Her smile was genuine, and there was a sparkle in her blue eyes that did strange things to his gut. Nobody had ever made him feel as—human. It was something he might even be able to get used to.

  Chapter Seven

  JULIET HAD A problem. Well, actually, she had several problems, but the most pressing issue was that Antonin Mikhailovich was the father of her unborn child, and she didn’t particularly want to see his blood and brains spattered all over her sand-colored walls. Closing the door to her office, she hoped she could make good on the promise she’d just given Antonin.

  “Are you all right?”

  Juliet jumped, pressing her palm to her chest and feeling as though she’d nearly had a heart attack. She whirled on Giovanni. “Dammit! Don’t sneak up on me like that! You nearly gave me heart failure!”

  Giovanni frowned. He cocked his head and gazed at her with far too much intuition. He knew her too well. “Juliet, what’s going on?” His tone was flat.

  “Nothing.” She knew as soon as the word was out that she’d spoken too quickly. Hoping to cover up her unease, she started walking toward her grandfather’s office. “Are you coming with me?”

  “To the meeting with the capos?” Giovanni raised his eyebrows. “As the only member of this family who doesn’t consider you totally expendable, yeah. I thought I would sit in if I’m welcome.”

  “Of course you’re welcome.”

  She lifted her chain and straightened her spine. That complete bullshit bravado had kept her alive these last three months. Surely she could use it to bully the capos into not acting like idiots. Except they were pretty much all idiots anyway. Or rather she had found them to be mired down in decades of tradition that prevented them from any kind of forward thinking. It was frustrating as hell.

  “What are you thinking?” Giovanni asked softly. “Is the prisoner still in your office?”

  She thought of the “prisoner.” Antonin was loosely tied and sitting in a chair in the center of her office as more of a ruse than anything else. She had made him promise to stay there, but she wasn’t exactly certain she could trust him to do it. The man wasn’t a sit back and let someone else take care of things type of guy. He was a classic alpha male. These days they surrounded her.

  “Juliet?” Giovanni prodded. His hand brushed her shoulder, and she startled a little at the contact. He didn’t usually touch her. In fact nobody touched her.

  “I’m fine, Giovanni,” she assured him. “The prisoner is safely in my office, where nobody can do anything stupid.” She turned to look at the man who had been her right hand since she’d started her campaign to save the Caglione empire. “Did you know that he’s the son of the Russian boss guy?”

  “No.”

  She believed him, but she could see Giovanni’s mind working. “He told me that if I intended to use him as collateral with his family, I could just shoot him and save us all the trouble.”

  Giovanni’s brows drew together in a frown. “So he’s claiming that his father wouldn’t care enough to save him? I don’t buy it. Especially not if we send him a few pieces. That always loosens things up.”

  “You’re not cutting off pieces!” The instant panic that overtook Juliet made her voice shrill. Pressing her lips together to stifle any more overt protests, she cleared her throat. “We need to be humane and realistic about this. I mean, my grandfather wouldn’t trade me for a cou
ple hundred dollars’ ransom.”

  Giovanni looked grim as they approached the boss’s office. “I would,” he told her softly. “I’d pay millions for you, Juliet.”

  ANTONIN WAS NOT the sort of man to lie about and do nothing while the fight happened around him. The idea of letting a woman fight his battles was especially abhorrent. Then there was the slight possibility that someone in this house knew that he was personally responsible for the death of Juliet’s father. She might put two and two together, and he needed to be on hand when that happened.

  He peeled the insignificant restraints from his wrists and stood up. The obvious solution to his problem was to eliminate her family altogether, bring her into the Bratva as his wife and the mother of his child, and to simply leave all of this Caglione nonsense behind them. He had a feeling that Juliet wasn’t going to appreciate option one.

  He pressed his back to the wall beside the door and held his breath so that he could listen to anything that might be happening in the hallway. The place was silent as a tomb. It was actually rather eerie. Juliet had told him that there was a meeting in the Caglione boss’s office to talk about the success of not only the deal, but of their capture of Antonin. He needed to be present for that meeting.

  The old house was chock full of antiques, dark wood, and squeaky floors. Antonin reached for the door handle and turned it as quietly as possible. He let the door fall open on its own and then crouched down to make his exit. He didn’t want to take any chances that someone would see him skulking out of the office and decide to take a shot before Antonin even knew he’d been spotted.

  Fortunately, there was a railing outside the office that afforded some protection as well as limited line of sight to what had to be the boss’s office. There were men clustered in the hallway outside the office. Coupled with the sheer size of the gathering and the central location of the office, Antonin figured he’d found his target. Now he just needed to find a way to eavesdrop without being seen.