Russian Killer's Baby

by Bella Rose

  “Woman, you’re going to make me crazy.”

  “That was sort of the point.” She nuzzled his neck and kissed the place where it joined his shoulder. His muscle trembled beneath her lips. “Have I ever told you how incredibly powerful it makes me feel to know that I can turn you on the way I do?”

  He placed his lips right beside her ear until his breath tickled the sensitive shell. “Yes, but I never tire of hearing it, so please feel free to say it again.”

  Feliks set her on the bed and gently climbed up beside her. She felt overly warm even though she was only wearing a chemise and a thin robe. He gazed down at her. The only light in the room came from the bedside lamp. The muted glow made his eyes seem that much more intense.

  Gently tugging at the belt of her robe, he pulled it loose and let the slippery fabric fall away from her body. Then he placed his palm on her belly and let his hand trace a line up toward the swell of her breasts.

  “Feliks.” She barely whispered his name.

  He lowered his head and placed kisses along the line of her cleavage. The warmth of his mouth was delightful on her skin. Excitement began to build, and she longed for him to assuage the ache between her legs. She was so hot and wet for him already. Putting her hands on his belly, she explored the contours of his naked chest.

  He groaned and arched his back as she scored his taut skin with her nails. She found his nipples and plucked carefully at each one until they grew hard. She felt her own peaks throb as they longed for the same attention.

  When he lowered the top of her chemise and kissed her right breast, Annika thought she might die of the pleasure. He gave the left one equal attention and then moved lower to slip the loose fabric all the way off her body.

  She lifted her hips, allowing him access. When he appeared above her, she found his waistband and unfastened his pants. The zipper was loud against the backdrop of their ragged breathing. She struggled to push his pants off and was finally rewarded when her palms came in contact with the firm muscles of his ass. She pulled him closer, feeling his erection press enticingly against her mound.

  “Annika, I need you so badly,” Feliks said with a gasp. “Can I have you?”

  As if she would ever deny him. “Please!”

  She spread her legs to welcome him. Her core was soaking wet, and the short curls covering her mound were heavy with her cream. He braced his arms on either side of her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her lips. He devoured her mouth as though he would never have enough. All the while he let his cock gently brush her sex until she was so turned on she thought she might lose her mind.

  FELIKS NEVER GOT used to the idea he had managed to snag a woman like Annika and make her his wife. Even as his tongue tangled with hers, dueling for dominance, he marveled at the privilege of being with this woman.

  Her soft skin felt sublime against his. A thin sheen of sweat covered their bodies as they moved together. Seconds more and he would slide his cock into her pussy and claim her once again as his own. For now, though, he wanted to savor the anticipation.

  She raised one leg and let her calf stroke the back of his thigh. The position opened her sex just enough to allow the shaft of his cock to slide through her warm, wet folds. Her flesh was unbelievably resilient. The friction against his sensitized head was almost enough to snap his control.

  “Annika,” he groaned, feeling as though he were balanced on the edge of insanity.

  “No more waiting, Feliks,” she told him. “Take me now. Make me yours.”

  As if he needed anything else to tell him this woman belonged to him. Her body opened as she spread her legs to welcome him inside her hot pussy. Every muscle inside her channel flexed around his cock. The snug embrace of her was nearly his undoing. Instead, he ground his teeth together and began to move in and out of her heat.

  He’d wanted to go slowly, to make gentle love to his wife and bring her indescribable pleasure. Yet she seemed to want none of that. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back and flexed her hips to spur him on. He deepened his thrusts, feeling the tip of his cock kiss the sweet spot inside her pussy with each stroke.

  Fire thrummed in his veins. He felt the familiar sensation of her muscles preparing for orgasm. Her breathing was unsteady, each exhale a whimper of need. Her hips began to move as she met him thrust for thrust. And when she finally came apart in his arms, Feliks soaked up every second of the beautiful experience.

  Her cries echoed off the walls of their bedroom when she came. Feliks never wavered in his strokes. He pushed into her and felt her climax nudging him past his peak. His pleasure-soaked brain could barely process what was happening. Then he arched his back so hard he thought his spine might snap as a jolt of ecstasy left him shattered.

  He came hard, filling Annika with his seed until he was utterly spent. His arms began to tremble, and he rolled to the side to avoid crushing her smaller frame. Unwilling to put even the smallest amount of distance between them, he pulled her into the curve of his body and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Sometimes I think you’re going to kill me,” she told him with a laugh.

  “Yes, but what a way to go.”

  “Men always say that, but would you really want to die like that?”

  He considered that notion. “How about I just say that I’ve no desire to die at all.”

  “I like that one,” she murmured.

  He could practically hear her worrying. “We’re going to be all right.”

  “I know. But are we doing the right thing?”

  Feliks thought about that. He gently traced the contour of her shoulder blades, loving the feel of her skin beneath his fingers. “I understand what you’re getting at. All of the gray areas we dance around make moral decisions seem impossible. But at the end of the day, we’re just people trying to make a living.”

  “By breaking the law.”

  “Who gets to decide what is a law and what isn’t? Do you think all of the business people who make their money within the confines of legality really do anything better than we do?” He wished he could help her see things the way he did. “We’re trying to be good people. That’s what Vasily taught me, and that’s what I’m going to teach our children.”

  “And that’s why I trust you,” Annika murmured. “Because at the end of the day you are not my father.”

  “Is that why you named our son Vadir?” He had always suspected, but he had never known for certain.

  “I have faith that you’ll teach Vadir to be a better man than his grandfather was. You’ll help him understand self-sacrifice instead of selfishness, and the importance of being good and honest with the people he loves.” She nuzzled his chest. “So yes. I named our son Vadir so that maybe my father will have a second chance at redemption.”

  “He loved you, you know.”

  She kissed his neck and stretched her body so that every inch of her touched every inch of him. “And Vasily loved you, despite being unable to publicly claim you as his son.”

  “So then I guess our only job is to love our children the best way we can and raise them to be productive members of the world.” Even Feliks had to snort at the overwhelming arrogance of that statement.

  “Wow, no pressure.”

  “You’re an incredible person, Annika.” He gently caressed her face. “Our children are blessed in their luck of getting you for a mother.”

  “Does that mean you’re blessed to have me as a wife?”

  He wondered if she would ever truly understand. “Sometimes I feel as if I’ve completely cheated fate in having you for my wife.”

  She rolled him onto his back, climbing astride and letting her breasts gently brush his chest. “Is that right?”

  “I’m sorry, were you saying something? I can’t think when your breasts are this close to me.” He cupped their fullness in his hands and gave them each a kiss.

  “I’ll tell you one thing,” she said matter of factly. “I never in a million years expected to h
ave this much fun with my husband.”

  “Promise me it will always be fun,” he begged. “Or at least that we’ll try to have fun even when it sucks.”

  Annika’s giggle was all the promise he needed. “Even when it sucks,” she agreed.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Mary Reilly primly straightened the papers on her desk and surreptitiously checked her watch. To her knowledge, she was the last teacher left at the school. She didn’t normally like doing conferences this late at night, but one parent had particularly insisted.

  The school building was one of the oldest in South Boston. She tried to suppress a shiver as the old structure creaked and settled as the late evening coolness set in. It didn’t help that it was late October. A week more and they would be celebrating Halloween. For now Mary was violently aware that she was a twenty-three year old single woman alone in a poorly secured building while waiting for a criminal to show up for a parent/teacher conference.

  Someone knocked on her classroom door. Mary jumped. She tried to cover her telltale response by tucking a stray strand of dark red hair into the haphazard bun she’d secured on her head with a stray pencil. “Come right in, Mr. Sokolov,” she urged with a wave.

  The tall Russian looked to be in his sixties, far too old to have a second grader. But Mary had met Mrs. Sokolov several times. She was rumored to be a former prima ballerina with the Russian ballet and she didn’t look over thirty. Apparently she’d married for money and power.

  “Thank you for agreeing to meet so late,” Mr. Sokolov said in perfect English. He had only the barest hint of an accent coating his words.

  Mary stood at her desk and gestured to the chairs she’d placed on the opposite side in order to do her conferences. Considering the variety of parent types her inner city students had, keeping a barrier between them seemed prudent. Now more than ever.

  Mr. Sokolov strode over to the chairs. He sat down, glanced over his shoulder and snapped out something in terse Russian. Another man appeared in the doorway and Mary suddenly forgot how to breathe.

  Sokolov seemed to guess her discomfiture. “I’m sorry, this is Vladimir. I never go anywhere these days without someone to watch my back.” Sokolov snorted. “You know how it is.”

  No. She most certainly did not. But she could well imagine that Vladimir was good at watching someone’s back. The guy looked as if he could scare away just about any threat by glaring at it. Mary had almost zero experience with men. She had always been too busy with school and work to put much effort into a relationship. This man could tempt anyone to play hooky. He was fascinating.

  Vladimir was easily six feet tall and built like a professional athlete. His muscles probably had muscles. He had black hair and inky dark eyes. He was wearing black cargo pants that fit obscenely well in the crotch and a black T-shirt. There were tattoos sticking out all around the edges of his shirt. Mary had never seen a man with so many. She wondered what they meant.

  He seemed to sense her staring. His gaze shifted to Mary, sliding briefly over her and apparently finding her of no interest because he returned to his perusal of her classroom.

  She stiffened. It was like being slighted without even understanding why. She knew she didn’t look like a bombshell. She’d had a long day. By now her hair was messy and her sensible clothes were rumpled. Still it would have been nice to at least feel a passing curiosity from a member of the opposite sex.

  Mr. Sokolov cleared his throat and Mary realized she’d been staring openmouthed at Vladimir for far too long. She dragged her thoughts back to the moment at hand. The stack of papers before her was for Mr. Sokolov. She carefully placed them on the opposite side of the desk in front of him.

  “First, I would like to thank you for coming this evening,” Mary said in her best teacher voice. “It’s really important for parents to be involved in their child’s education. That’s when kids really do their best.”

  Mr. Sokolov murmured something indistinguishable and then pointed to the papers. “What is this?”

  “That is a record of every time your son Ioann has been sent to the principal’s office for breaking the rules.” Mary tried to keep her tone neutral. She actually liked Ioann. He was a good hearted boy with a quick mind. She just didn’t understand why he was prone to such outbursts of meanness.

  “Why was I not told of this?” Mr. Sokolov’s accent grew more pronounced. Then he threw a glance over his shoulder at Vladimir. “Did you know about this?”

  “Da.” Vladimir nodded his head once.

  Mr. Sokoloff turned back to Mary. “Is this school picking on Ioann?”

  “No.” Mary pursed her lips. She hated confrontations like this. “I think your son is bright boy with amazing potential. He just seems to feel that he should be allowed to boss around the other students. He’s also prone to outbursts of anger that result in physical violence.”

  “Ah,” Sokolov said with a smile. He relaxed back into his chair. “So Ioann is behaving as he should. Your rules are just not meant for him.”

  “Rules are meant for everybody.” Mary narrowed her gaze, a strong suspicion growing in her mind. “Especially for second graders. Children need boundaries or they soon start to believe that they can do whatever they want in life without consequences.”

  Sokolov held out his arms. “Rules are for those who are meant to be ruled. My Ioann will lead, not follow. You should keep this in mind when you are trying to discipline him. I do not want you putting ridiculous notions of compassion and mercy into his head. Those are weaknesses he cannot afford in life.”

  “What?” Mary asked incredulously. “You cannot be serious. Your son is a wonderful boy with a big heart. Why would you want to stifle that and make him into a monster?”

  “Because monsters survive,” Sokolov said simply.

  Behind Sokolov, she could see that Vladimir was taking in everything they were saying. Did he believe the same thing as his employer? Was he coldhearted and mean? It was strange, but Mary didn’t feel as if he looked mean. Vladimir looked intimidating. Yes. But that wasn’t the same thing as mean. And it certainly wasn’t the same thing as what Sokolov was suggesting for the raising of his child.

  Mary took a deep breath and gathered herself. She had come to this tough inner city school right out of college. She’d meant to make a difference. Maybe this was how she would accomplish her goal. “Mr. Sokolov, if your son does not improve his behavior he runs the risk of being expelled from school. I must tell you that even in our school district we do not see a lot of second graders getting expelled for this sort of behavior. If this is how you want to raise your child, there’s nothing I can do about it. But I can make him responsible for his actions here at school and I will continue to do that.”

  VLADIMIR WANTED TO laugh at the expression on his father’s face. The elder Vladimir was not accustomed to anyone gainsaying him on any topic. And he certainly hadn’t expected a tiny schoolteacher to tell him she wasn’t interesting in taking his suggestions for Ioann’s discipline at school.

  Vladimir had initially been looking forward to meeting this Miss Reilly. Ioann had spoken of her as though she were a tough woman that didn’t take any backtalk or bad behavior from her students. On first sight though she was less than impressive as a disciplinarian. In fact it looked as if one good wind could blow her over.

  Mary Reilly looked like a young, inexperienced idealist. She was short. Her head would probably only reach the middle of his chest. Her voice was pleasant, but it didn’t strike him as being forceful or commanding at all. It was impossible to tell how lo
ng her hair was with it all piled on top of her head. She was wearing a pair of glasses with little rhinestones on the rims. Plus she was wearing plain khaki pants and a bulky green sweatshirt with the school logo on it. From the look of her it was quite possible she had graduated college less than a year ago. He couldn’t imagine how the kids took her seriously.

  The elder Vladimir stood suddenly. He gave Miss Reilly a cursory glance. “I think we are done here.”

  “You didn’t want to discuss Ioann’s academics?” Miss Reilly asked pleasantly. “He’s really quite good in mathematics and his reading level is far about what I’d expect for his age. It’s also very impressive that he’s bilingual. We have several other children who also speak more than one language, but Ioann’s command of both languages is excellent.”

  “Thank you,” the elder Vladimir said grudgingly. “But I still need to go. Please allow us to walk you to your vehicle. It is dark and quite late.”

  “Thank you, but no.” Mary Reilly glanced back down at her desk, apparently done with them. “I appreciate the offer.”

  “As you wish.”

  Vladimir felt Miss Reilly’s gaze linger on him once again. He couldn’t decide it if was interest or horrified fascination and finally settled on the conclusion that it must be both. Regardless, he had no choice but to follow the elder Vladimir outside.

  The dark tinted limo was already idling at the curb. Vladimir opened the back door for his father and waited. It was obvious that the content of the conference was bothering the aging mob boss. There wasn’t much in life that Vladimir Sokolov, Senior. could not buy, cheat, or bully his way out of. Yet here was a woman who had already made up her mind not to be accommodating.

  “You will wait here for Miss Reilly,” Vladimir ordered.

  Vlad frowned. “To what end?”

  “I want you to romance her.”