Russian Mobster's Obsession

by Bella Rose

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  Katie rolled onto her belly in the bed and gazed over at her handsome, naked husband. “It’s a little tough to believe that you are all mine for good. You know?”

  “I was always yours,” he growled.

  She squealed as he grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. He stared down at her then, his dark eyes intense. There were no words, but perhaps they didn’t need to say any.

  He lowered his mouth and gave her a light kiss. “And you will always be mine.”

  The next kiss was deeper then, almost bruising. She arched her back to eagerly press every inch of her naked skin against his. His cock was hard against her belly, and she could feel a corresponding wetness between her legs.

  Viktor grabbed her wrists in his hands, holding them on either side of her head. She could not move, but that only made it more thrilling. He used his knee to spread her legs apart. She didn’t fight him. She wanted this. And when his erection pressed intimately against her vulnerable sex, she moaned and thrust her hips to beg him without words to take her.

  “Do you want me?” he asked.

  She could barely speak she was so aroused. “Oh yes, please!”

  He dragged the shaft of his cock through her wet folds. Her body yielded to him as though it had been made for this purpose. Every inch of her skin was sensitized. The coarse hair of his groin tickled her belly. Her nipples beaded into hard points as they brushed tantalizingly across his chest. She was at his mercy and she loved it.

  The tip of his cock caught against the edge of her opening. She flexed her inner muscles desperately, trying to entice Viktor into penetrating her. The desire was so acute that she felt as though she were burning from the inside out. Her whole body was vibrating with little tremors as her muscles prepared for the orgasm she could feel building inside her body.

  “You’re going to come for me.” Viktor gazed down at her, his words soaked with erotic intent. “You are so wet. Your body begs for me. Doesn’t it?”

  “Yes!” she moaned.

  Without further preamble, he plunged his swollen cock inside her body. The instant burn of penetration was exquisite. She gasped at the friction, and seconds later she came hard and fast.

  “That’s right, baby,” he crooned. “Come for me. Give me your pleasure.”

  She flung her head back against the mattress and squeezed her eyes shut. Stars burst before her eyes as the shockwave of sensation overtook her body. She cried out again and again, unable to speak words yet unable to keep silent.

  Twisting her fingers into the sheets, she held on as Viktor thrust in and out of her body. The heat of him was incredible. Each stroke seemed to push her further along the road to a second climax, and she gasped with the sheer pleasure of it all.

  * * *

  Viktor had never felt so possessive of a woman in his life. How long had he waited for Katie to belong to him and him alone? Now she was here in his bed, and she was his wife.

  Each time he pressed into Katie’s tight channel, he felt the smooth walls of her pussy clench tightly around him. The friction was almost unbearable. The heat of her burned like liquid fire in his veins.

  He gazed down at her as he made love to her. Each stroke brought a new look of wonder to her face. Then he let go of her arms in order to straighten his back and change the angle of entry into her body. Katie lifted her hands to his chest. Her nails scraped over his pectoral muscles and he reveled in the tiny pinpricks of pain.

  Viktor drove into Katie’s pussy as hard as he dared. Cupping the globes of her ass in his hands, he lifted her backside and held her even more firmly as he fucked her with every ounce of desperate longing inside him. She began to whimper with each thrust. He watched the muscles in her belly grow taut. Then she gasped and shouted his name repeatedly.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said roughly. “Come for me.”

  Her pussy melted around his cock. The sensation was too much. Viktor thrust once more, hard, before spilling his seed deep inside her body. He held himself there for a moment or two. It felt so good to be buried inside her heat. They were joined together like this, connected in a primal way that transcended anything else.

  Then Katie touched his face. The tender gesture undid him. Viktor rolled to his side and pulled her close. He wrapped his body around hers protectively. This was all he wanted. It was everything that mattered.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked softly. Her fingers traced his jaw before moving to his eyebrows and then down the line of his nose.

  “I was thinking that you are everything I have ever wanted, or ever could want.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You are the only thing that matters.”

  “I feel the same way,” she admitted. “As if I’ve waited my whole life for you and only now do I realize how much it means to be by your side.”

  “What happened with Karkoff,” he began hoarsely. “I’m done with that life, Katie. I swear.”

  “I know you are.” She sighed, her expression one of introspection. “And even if you weren’t, I would know that you had a reason for what you were doing. You have never done anything without a reason, Viktor. And I need to remember that when I feel a little confused about what’s going on.”

  “Getting a second chance to be with you is like being handed the moon.” He nuzzled her neck. “I’m not quite sure what to do with it.”

  Katie laughed. “I don’t know about that. You seem to be doing just fine feeling your way through it.”

  “Feeling my way?” He let his hand slide down to cup her bottom. “Like this?”

  She nipped his earlobe. “Exactly like that. But if you feel like you need practice, I think we can keep trying until we get it right.”

  “I like that idea,” Viktor said before rolling Katie onto her back and starting all over again.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Grigori Pasternak gazed through the brightly lit windows of the big house on the corner of a busy street in Washington DC. He was tucked into a shadowy alcove between some trees and another building. It shocked him a bit to imagine that a US district attorney lived his life so blatantly in the open without a stitch of security to guard his family.

  The younger daughter passed by the open window not twenty yards from Grigori’s position. She was slim and pretty with silky brown hair, but she was far too young for Grigori’s needs. He was looking for the elder daughter, a young woman who had just celebrated her twentieth birthday.

  “Ah, there you are,” Grigori murmured to himself.

  He smiled at the sight of her. She really was rather fetching with her reddish brown hair and green eyes. She was a student at Georgetown University. He knew this detail as well as he knew her personal habits, but he could not recall her name. Not that it mattered. The only time he would need her name was when he filled out their marriage certificate.

  “Dad, you have to let me go,” the elder daughter was saying to a man outside Grigori’s view. “All of my friends are going to this concert. It’s my favorite band. I’m not even asking you to buy the ticket. I already bought it!”

  With the window open to let in the spring breeze, Grigori could hear the entire conversation. Did these people have no sense of privacy? It was insane.

  “Do you know what kind of things happen at these concerts?” her father was saying. “It’s all drugs, sex, and alcohol.”

  “Yeah, Dad.” Her tone dripped sarcasm and attitude. “You know me. I’m all about finding random hookups and then having wild monkey sex with them at hourly motels.”

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bsp; “Don’t joke about this, Flynn,” her father snapped. “It’s serious.”

  Flynn. That’s right. The DA was Irish. Although Grigori couldn’t possibly understand why a man would name his daughter for his wife’s family. Did he have no pride of his own?

  “I’m going,” Flynn told her father. “I’m twenty years old. I have a job, and I’m a full time student. You can’t treat me like a little girl forever. I’ll be home by two.”

  “In the morning?” her father asked. “That’s far too late!”

  “You’ll get over it soon enough.”

  Grigori smiled. He watched the young woman grab a jacket and pull it on over her low cut top. This was working out more perfectly than he ever could have imagined. He slipped farther into the shadows and prepared to wait. His target was coming outside and falling right into his trap even easier than he could have planned.

  The younger daughter waved to her big sister and then made a face at their father behind his back. Obviously the good DA had a very positive and nurturing relationship with his offspring. Not that Grigori would have had a reason to hold a better opinion of the man after he had been the sole driving force behind the separation of Grigori and his younger brother.

  But now was not the time to think of that. Flynn came out the front door of her father’s house and let the door slam behind her. She gave a satisfied nod and then made her way down to the curb where she had left the little compact car she often drove around town.

  Grigori took a breath. He had to time this perfectly. Crouching low, he made his way from the shadowy trees to the sidewalk and took up a position between the cars just in front of Flynn’s parking place.

  She put on her blinker and checked her blind spots like a good little driver. Then she moved to pull out onto the busy street. Grigori waited until she was barely flush with his position. Reaching out, he pounded the front quarter panel of her car with his fist. The glancing blow was fiercely loud against the plastic car. In fact, he was pretty sure he had cracked the panel.

  His fist burned from the impact, but that didn’t matter. He sprawled on the ground just as Flynn stomped on the brakes and squealed the little car to a stop. She jumped out and ran around the front of the car. Grigori rolled around a bit, moaning for effect.

  “Oh my God! Did I hit you?” She gasped in horror. “Are you all right? Sir? Sir?”

  She knelt beside him, hesitantly touching his arm with her fingertips. Grigori opened his eyes slowly, focusing on her face and trying to affect the most pathetic look possible.

  “What happened?” he asked, making his voice sound groggy. “Did I fall? I was walking...”

  “I’m so sorry, mister!” Flynn sounded near tears. “I was pulling out, but I didn’t see you at all. Are you all right?” She glanced at her car, presumably to see if there was any damage.

  “I think I’ll be all right, but I should probably go to a hospital.” Grigori made a point of rising with painful slowness to a sitting position. “I’ll just find a bus stop and take the bus to the hospital.”

  “No! Let me take you. It’s no trouble, and I’m sure you should get looked at right away. I’m just so sorry!”

  He fought back a smile as she struggled to help him stand. She pulled open the passenger side door of her car. It was more painful trying to fold himself into the tiny vehicle than it would have been if he’d actually been run over. Ridiculous.

  She carefully closed the door and ran around to the driver’s side. Grigori sighed with satisfaction. Yes. That had been entirely too easy. Now that he had her, it was time to take Flynn for a little field trip. There would be no hospital and no concert. In fact, they were late for their wedding ceremony.

  FLYNN WAS MORTIFIED by the fact that she had just run over a pedestrian after swearing to her father that she was a mature adult who could make her own decisions. Who did that?

  “Are you feeling all right?” she asked the man. “I can pull over at any time if you need me to.”

  “I’m fine, thank you.”

  He didn’t sound particularly injured, which was weird since she had to have hit him pretty hard. “Which emergency room do you want me to take you to?”

  “I’m not sure. I’m new here and not familiar with the hospitals.”

  “Oh, no problem.” She wondered if that explained the rest of the weird things about him. “Where are you from?”

  “Moscow.”

  “Really?” It certainly piqued her interest. “I’ve always been fascinated with Russian culture.”

  “Is that right?”

  Okay, he sounded more amused than anything else. Weird. She wondered if he had a screw loose. She nodded her head to make things seem normal. “Oh yes. I took Russian history last semester. It was fascinating.”

  “I’m sure you focused most of your studies on the Bolshevik upheaval and the whole Romanov angle,” he said in a droll voice. “Americans always seem exceptionally fascinated by the Romanovs.”

  “Don’t you think it would have been romantic if Anastasia Romanov lived and came over to the US in hiding?” Flynn sighed. That story always tripped her romance button. “Maybe she fell in love with one of her guards in that house. It’s possible.”

  “More likely it’s possible that she and the rest of her family were thrown into a deep hole in the ground and left unburied so that wolves stole a few of the bones, making it impossible to tell who was actually there and who was not.”

  “That’s awful!”

  “That’s life.” He smiled, and Flynn realized for the first time that he was a little more of a man than she had first thought.

  Initially, she hadn’t had much of an impression of him other than the fact that he’d been half underneath her car and lying on the ground. Now she realized he had a swarthy, dark complexion, eyes so dark they were almost black, and thick, unruly black hair that curled almost boyishly around his forehead. He was built like a pro athlete and well over six feet tall. His head was brushing the headliner of her car.

  And he’s seriously hot!

  Okay. It was time to think of other things. Flynn was on a break from men. Period. She had epically bad taste and needed to rethink her life plans before finding herself in another long-term relationship.

  “You’re certainly not a fan of the Tsars, I take it.”

  “Poor people rarely are.”

  “Ah, I see.” She didn’t, but it wouldn’t have been prudent to demand an explanation. “Here’s the hospital.” She felt incredibly relieved without understanding why. “I’m sure they’ll get you all patched up. I’ll give you my father’s information, and you can contact him for payment of your bill.”

  “What about you?” the stranger asked slowly. “You’re the one who ran me over. Shouldn’t you be responsible for taking care of the damages?”

  She swallowed nervously. “I’m just a student. But don’t worry. My father will dole out the appropriate discipline for the situation. He always does.”

  Something hot and almost angry flared in this stranger’s gaze. “Will your father strike you during this discipline?”

  “Oh no!” She realized how that must have sounded. “Not at all. He will likely make me reimburse him, and he’ll hold it over my head for a million years or more.”

  “Then I’ve changed my mind.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Just take me home. I don’t want to cause you any trouble after you’ve been so pleasant to me.”

  Confusion made her lightheaded. “But surely you want a doctor to look at you? You just got hit by a car.”

  “It doesn’t really hurt.” He seemed to shrug it off. “I live not far from here. Just take me to my apartment, and I’ll be out of your hair.”

  Flynn was so discombobulated by the change in plans that she didn’t stop to think about the fact that she had only seconds ago wanted this man out of her car with all possible haste. “Do I turn right or left?”

  “Left.”

 
It was so dark in this area. The neighborhood was old, and the buildings were close and narrow. “Is it nearby?”

  “Turn right here.”

  She did as he requested and found herself in a dead end alley. It was pitch black now. There was a dumpster directly in front of her. A sick, gnawing ache grew in her belly. She glanced over at her passenger. He was staring back. The effect of the green dash lights on his impenetrable expression was almost macabre.

  “Sir?” she asked hesitantly. “What’s going on?”

  “Oh, Flynn,” he said with a low chuckle. “You truly are an innocent, aren’t you?”

  How did he know her name?

  She swallowed, feeling true fear for the first time ever. Adrenaline spiked in her veins, and her hands shook on the wheel. She put the car in park and set her hands in her lap to cover her unease. She was going to have to make a break for it. That was the only option, but the timing had to be perfect.

  “You know, I have always thought you Americans arrogant in your assumptions about safety,” the stranger continued. It was as if he were confiding something particularly important to her. “You have no security for yourself, yet your father is a district attorney who consistently pisses people off.”

  “So this is about my father?” she asked slowly. “Why am I involved then? It’s not like he listens to me. I can’t make him do something for you. I’m not even worth much as ransom.”

  The man laughed, low at first and then louder. “You do not even realize your own value. What kind of father allows his child to believe such a thing?” He muttered something in Russian.

  He looked distracted for a moment, as if her words had stirred a memory that somehow held him captive. Flynn knew she was never going to get another chance. Shoving her door open, she bolted out of the car and into the night.