by Kenya Wright
Dirty Love
The Lion and The Mouse - Book Two
Kenya Wright
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Power: Interracial Gangster Romance with Twists
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Dirty Love is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Kenya Wright
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by ZachEvans Creative LLC Publishing House.
Contents
Act One
Prologue
1. Emily
2. Kazimir
3. Emily
4. Maxwell
5. Kazimir
6. Maxwell
7. Emily
8. Kazimir
9. Emily
10. Kazimir
Act Two
11. Maxwell
12. Kazimir
13. Emily
14. Kazimir
15. Maxwell
Act Three
16. Emily
17. Maxwell
18. Kazimir
19. Emily
20. Maxwell
21. Kazimir
22. Maxwell
23. Emily
24. Kazimir
Dirty Dancing
Kenya Wright
Dirty Dancing
Prologue
1. Ava
2. Misha
3. Ava
4. Misha
5. Ava
Epilogue
About the Author
Publish With Us
Dedicated to
Emily
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply
gives you courage.”
- Lao Tzu
Act One
Definition of Dirty
1: acquired by disreputable or illegal mean.
dirty money
dirty love
Prologue
Kazimir
The plane’s engine rumbled under our feet.
In the shower, warm water sprayed down our naked bodies. Steam curled along our legs and rose around us. And the whole time, my mouth danced between Emily’s thighs. Twisting and turning. Slipping and sliding.
Neither of us cared if we made too much noise for the others in the plane to hear.
When my sister, Valentina had announced her pregnancy of my first niece, I bought the plane, giving Valentina no excuse to not visit me. The cost was ungodly—running around eighty million. The Gulfstream G660 was 20,000 cubic feet of luxury cabin space. Designer outfitted. Comfy leather chairs that reclined all the way back for sleep. Plush couches. Large windows to bring in plenty of natural light. Two televisions. A dining area. Two bathrooms. One had its own walk-in shower. The other was a private bathroom connected to a master suite with a large bed.
Besides the suite, the VIP bathroom was the best spot on my sister’s private plane, spacious and luxurious with designer fixtures and customized interior. According to Valentina, Oprah Winfrey had the same shower. I hadn’t cared about that until this very moment as I feasted on Emily inside of it. The space let me take her anyway I yearned.
And my cock ached for her.
I wanted to fuck Emily. To come. To spill in her mouth. To fill that pussy. To dominate every cell in her body.
And it wasn’t because I craved sex.
I craved her.
Dangerous.
I sucked on her clit, tonguing her, coaxing her to come. Emily pulled at my hair with her fingers, tugging painfully at the roots. The urge to thrust, to fuck, was clawing inside of me. It was a beast in my chest, never yielding, never catching his breath. Violent lust built in me like a tidal wave, forcing me to fight for any semblance of civility.
Somehow, I remained patient, licking inside the softest place on her. I felt her quiver around my tongue.
Fucking dangerous.
She grew slicker, hotter.
My cock ached to sink into that snug heat, knowing how amazing it felt, loving the constriction.
“Please,” Emily begged, grinding into the thrust of my fingers, needing the slide of my cock to fill her.
“What do you want, mysh?”
She twisted that curvy frame and tensed at the oncoming orgasm, her neck arching as she cried out, “Fuck.”
So dangerous.
Wiping my wet mouth on her inner thigh, I rose to my knees. Warm water streamed down our bodies. I placed one hand against the shower wall, levering over her small frame. With my other hand, I aimed my cock, placing the throbbing head against her sex. Her moans rose with the steam. The first thrust was brutal, penetrating and piercing with no attempt at control. No ability to calm myself. After the fourth stroke, I gained back my mind, needing to dominate her. To make her come first and so intense that her pussy always thought of me and could never consider anyone else.
My cock no longer pounded, it pumped at a perfect rhythm, rocking into her, bouncing those full breasts in the spray of water. Her brown nipples were wet, stiff, and bobbling. I sucked one, unable to help myself.
“Kaz,” she whimpered
The plane floated on clouds, moving over the earth. In the air, we made love, fucking hard in the shower, orbiting the planet and gyrating the in wet slickness the whole time.
“Mysh.” I rubbed my cheek against hers, needing her to smell like me. She dug her nails in my back, marking my body. Scarring me. I loved the pain as I pumped my cock in her some more. In and out. Slow and fast. Rhythmic, yet lust-crazed and ready to come. Each stroke matched my breath as I put the weight of my body behind my thrusts, surging through her wet tight clasp.
Groaning.
Vibrating with her.
“Mysh.” Cupping Emily’s ass, I lifted her body higher against the shower wall and rocked into the strokes, deeper, with my legs spread out. Slower and harder. My balls slapped back and forth, tapping her wet folds and then dropping back to hit my taint.
Godfucking damn it!
Moaning, Emily moved those hips, working to fit all of me. Killing and reviving my soul. Twisting all logic. I never wanted this moment to end. I would’ve rather died, then finished.
“Yes. Take it,” I groaned.
“I’m coming.” Her pussy clutched the entire length of my cock, dominating and conquering.
Godfucking damn it!
It was all I needed to lose control.
Wrapping myself around her, I held her against me, kissing her roughly, coming with a violence that left me trembling and mumbling Russian at the same time.
How do I possess her, and why do I want to?
Knowing my world, this shower—this moment—was the safest we would ever be in a long time. Danger lay in my bed. Not every woman could handle my enemies. Not many women could survive. Too many of my brothers’ wives and girlfriends had been killed.
But they were not like Emily. They were soft and fragile little flowers. She is more.
For years, I kept women simple. I got my cock wet, when the urge came. After a good orgasm, I continued the game of ruling the world.
With Emily, nothing would be simple. I could feel that de
ep in my heart as she rode me.
There were so many things we should’ve been worried about—our brothers trying to kill us, Emily’s serial killer tendencies, and even the recent deaths of people we cared about. A lot of collateral damage had resulted from an unnecessary war.
We should’ve been stressed, but our minds merged and mixed, fogged with lust. Neither one of us probably cared if the plane crashed.
There was no fear of falling. Not falling from the sky. Not falling into each other or falling out of our limits.
I’d brought her with me. I was inviting her into my world. And no matter how I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal—as I kissed her with the water streaming down in the shower—I knew it was a big deal.
We might not have been falling to our deaths from the sky, but we were falling into each other.
And it didn’t happen by chance.
Our brothers had set us up with chess-like plays. Almost every step had been designed by Sasha. The realization came hard. Here this woman moved in my arms, and I was absolutely taken with her. And my step-brother had arranged our union to be my demise. Someone else’s hands were at the helm of this magical moment. And I was finding that I didn’t give one fuck about it.
Was it dangerous to not care? How could I turn away from Emily?
Already I had come to this thinking, up in the air, floating above the clouds, orbiting earth. I’d found God in her eyes and a prayer in the subtle way she moaned. I found my soul, the spirit of humanity between her thighs. And I licked until I couldn’t move my tongue. I fucked until orgasms throbbed through me. Devilish temptress or holy angel, I would have her all to myself.
No matter what.
It was the only thing I wondered as my cock spilled white cum into her and my heart slammed rapidly against my chest and the world spun as the hot water sprayed…
FUCK!
All I wondered was one thought as I experienced the most body shattering orgasm of my life.
How does one trap a mouse?
One
Emily
Taking a shower on a plane was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My whole body vibrated. Pressure pulsed in my ears. And all of this occurred while warm water sprayed on my skin and Kazimir devoured my body.
He’s owning me, and I can’t even stop him. It feels too good.
After we finished in the shower, Kazimir wouldn’t let me leave. Hours earlier, I’d figured Kazimir and I would join the others after sex. This wasn’t a relationship. We were fellow criminals working together, just needing an orgasm every now and then. But he never let me leave his side.
When we came in the shower, he put me down. I tried to move as soon as my feet touched the ground.
He stopped me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Nyet.”
I looked up. “Nyet?”
“Good pronunciation. That’s how you say no in Russian.”
“Nyet.”
His cheeks dimpled. “Excellent, but never say no to me.”
“So, how do I say yes?”
“Da.”
“Da.” I winked at him. “I’m learning.”
“You are.” He went to warm the cloth. I got a great view as I ran my gaze over his naked, muscular back and tight ass. He brought a warm, soapy wash cloth to the center of my breast.
I sighed from the slick warmth.
“Don’t leave yet,” he whispered. “I want to take care of you.”
I cringed a little when he dropped to his knees. No one had ever kneeled in front of me for the sole purpose of cleaning. But I breathed through the discomfort and began to enjoy the way he pampered me.
I could get used to this.
He slipped the soapy wash cloth along my stomach and hips. “What are you thinking?”
“That you are very smooth.”
“This is out of character for me.”
“I bet.”
“With you, I will be different.”
“Why?”
“I can’t help it.”
The shower continued to spray warmth. The glass around us further fogged, closing out the bathroom.
When he was done, he rose. And then we stood there in the silence, holding each other. Water ran over us. Steam continued to rise. I had no idea how long we were there. I just knew it was the safest place to be—in his arms, hovering above earth. Safe from our enemies. Safe from any harmful plotting.
I wasn’t sure how the man could be so gentle and dangerous at the same time.
He leaned down and kissed me so deep I didn’t think I would be able to walk when the plane landed. When he pulled back, he whispered with a frown. “Are you ready to leave the shower?”
“Da,” I whispered. “Although, I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“You like flying?”
“I like flying with you.”
“Hmmm.” A smile curved his lips, but his gaze showed a fiery intensity. “Then, let’s make it the only way you fly. Always with me.”
I smiled against his neck as he carried me out of the shower and placed me on the small bathroom counter. The bathroom light was off. He grabbed a towel and dried us both off before wrapping the towel around his waist and hiding that beautiful erection from me.
How could such a violent man be so gentle? Did the FBI know that their most wanted man cleaned and dried his woman after he fucked her?
I looked out the window to my right of the counter. The full moon had left the sky to make space for the rising sun. It was a breathtaking view. Godlike. Supernatural. Surreal. Rays sliced along the clouds. We flew over the ocean, far away from everything I’d known. Rippling blue water ran below.
I turned my attention back to him. Steam had left the shower and wound along our bodies. The plane’s engine continued to hum. No noise came from the cabin. Everyone must’ve been sleeping the whole trip while Kazimir and I had fucked ourselves to oblivion.
He reached for my ponytail and pulled out the band, letting wet hair fall all around my face.
Am I dreaming?
He grabbed a lock of my hair, brought it to his nose, and smelled it.
Kaz is like no other man.
He stared off in the mirror. “What does the tattoo mean?”
I glanced over my shoulder and caught the reflection.
He traced my tattooed tree. It covered my entire back. Three black birds flew over the branches right near the back of my right shoulder. Other branches spread out to my sides. The trunk grew along my spine. The roots crawled down my lower back and slid along the top of my ass.
“What does the tattoo mean?”
“My tree?”
“Yes.”
“It’s what I want to be. A strong, big tree with roots deep down into the earth, and branches spread across the world.” I opened my arms. “Apples and flowers dangling. Birds soaring high and happy.”
I almost laughed but stopped myself. I’d had a few glasses of wine, but most of all I’d become drunk on him.
His gaze fell on my face. “That’s the most honest you’ve ever been with me.”
“It’s not. It’s the corniest.”
“No, and I like that I didn’t have to pull the truth out of you.”
“I’m naked.”
“So I should only ask you questions when you’re naked?”
I shivered at the way he said it. There was a promise behind it, that if I said yes, it would always be that way—him slipping my clothes down as he asked me things.
I almost said yes.
“I like your lion.” I touched the tattoo on his arm, finally able to study it.
He said nothing as I caressed each detail of his ink, a lion climbing up a rocky cliff. The huge creature’s mane waved in the air. His eyes violently roared. His claws looked sharp along Kaz’s bulging bicep. I touched each one, counting them in my mind, not wanting this moment to end.
“In my world, a tattoo is a business card,” he said. “A resume or biography.”
I touched the two eight-pointed stars on his collarbones. They weren’t done as smoothly as the lion. The ink had been stabbed into his flesh. Scarring outlined the points.
“What do these stars mean?” I asked.
“The stars mean that I’m a person of authority.”
“Interesting. I had no idea you were a person of authority.”
He smirked.
I touched the other ink on his skin. Bars decorated his shoulders, resembling a soldier’s ranking.
“And these bars?” I asked. “What do they mean?”
“That I’m an eternal prisoner.”
“Theoretically or literally?”
“Literally. Those were tattooed in prison, when I thought I was going to die in jail.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Luka and I escaped.”
I blinked but didn’t push the story any further. Half of the things he told me could probably get me attention from major government organizations. I didn’t want to pry too much into his world, but I did want to learn as much as I could about him.
No matter how my body reacted, he was still my boss. He was above me in all ways. I’d now forced Maxwell, Xavier, and me to be dependent on his brotherhood and him.
I didn’t know how long this arrangement would be. We could get our revenge with our brothers and part ways. Surely, he wasn’t the type to commit. I’d never seen a man of his status commit to anything but killing.
