Dirty Passions

by Wright, Kenya

  Where are you? Do it again.

  The dolphin didn’t appear. I waited with my gaze fixed all over the rippling surface, hoping I could catch another sight. Too bad there was no one I could pay to make the dolphin return—no one to threaten to bring her back.

  Sometimes treasures came and went, and it didn’t matter if one had money or power.

  The best things in life, really are free.

  Still, I remained at that railing, eager for one more jump from the dolphin. I didn’t know how long I stayed, but it was a few hours and all the vodka was gone.

  Eventually, the sun set.

  When’s the last time, I just watched something so beautiful? Tomorrow, I will bring Emily out here.

  I drank in the amazing show of nature. It was lovely to behold. Amazing to witness. Magnificent swatches of lavender, turquoise, and burnt orange blended together within the sky.

  Slowly, the blazing sun dipped down below the horizon.

  I shifted my attention to the rippling water, loving the sky’s reflection. Crystal clear, the vast Adriatic Sea, shimmered with an intoxicating blue, providing a welcoming sense of security. Warming my heart. Comforting my soul. Magical waves of glass blue crept towards the yacht before running back away, only to repeat the process again. The sun shone off the rippling water, right before disappearing. And then the sky shifted and the water too. And I breathed all the magic in.

  Yes. I needed this vacation.

  The sky darkened above. The expanse of blue water stretched in every direction to the horizon. And our yacht moved along, continuing the smooth ride.

  I inhaled and then exhaled.

  Water was an enchanting example of the universe’s power. One drop seemed insignificant. But when millions of drops united and moved together in one body that was when the power showed.

  Water is magic? Is it true or am I just drunk and happy?

  Feminine laughter sounded from behind me.

  Mysh?

  I glanced over my shoulder.

  It wasn’t my mouse or sister. Surprisingly, Blue had two women in her arms. One on each side. They all wore bikinis as they strolled by. When Blue whispered in one of their ears, the woman giggled.

  Blue likes women? I had no idea.

  In swim trunks, David walked up next and stepped to my side.

  I smirked. “Are those your women that Blue is with?”

  “One of them. The other was from Maxwell.”

  “How did she steal them?”

  “When I asked, she said, ‘Tongue Power.’”

  “She likes women.”

  “Apparently, she likes both women and men.” David ran his wet slicked hair back. “Either way, I’ve had no time for women. My men contacted me. There’s been sightings of Pavel in Calabria. They stayed behind, but they were sure it was him. The long hair is hard to not notice.”

  “Lucky for us.”

  “Yes. Do we change course? Will we head to Calabria first?”

  “No. We stick to the plan. We’ll connect with the Sicilians.”

  “Them, I know well.”

  “Is that what kept you up? What other news do you have?”

  “This morning Italian police seized over 115 kilograms of pure cocaine in the southern port of Gioia Tauro in Calabria.”

  I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “The port in Calabria has been busy.”

  “This is the third seizure of the month. It’s been a major operation against the ‘Ndrangheta crime syndicate. Supposedly ran by Italy's finance military police and customs agency.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “The police and customs agency in Italy would never go against the ‘Ndrangheta, unless it was another mafia group paying them. In Italy, everyone is corrupt. 115 kilograms of cocaine? That’s 23 million euros on the market.”

  “You think the Sicilians put them up to it?”

  “Yes. And the third bust of the month. Almost two tons have been seized. This is a war between the Sicilian and ‘Ndrangheta.” Tension thickened my shoulders. “How was Black Axe trafficking the cocaine?”

  “They hid it aboard a cargo ship carrying paper reels from Nigeria.”

  “If this keeps up, then the ‘Ndrangheta will start seeking new harbors with a relevant traffic volume.”

  David nodded. “Like the ports of Rotterdam in the Netherlands and Antwerp in Belgium.”

  “No wonder someone wanted to keep me busy.” I put my back completely to the water. “If the brotherhood doesn’t step in, then all of Europe goes to war, taking sides and seizing opportunities to grab drug and prostitution money.”

  “Too late. In that bust, the police arrested ninety suspects. Most were Italian nationals. But some were from the Netherlands.”

  “So, Black Axe and ‘Ndrangheta have pulled the Dutch in this fight too, but who’s really pulling the strings on that side? Is it Black Axe or ‘Ndrangheta? And who wanted me to ignore it all?”

  “My men are looking into it.”

  “Keep me updated.”

  “I will.” David headed away.

  Maxwell strolled by, puffing on a joint.

  I quirked my brows. “You lost your gift to Blue?”

  “No. I repackaged the gift and gave it to her.”

  I shook my head. “What about Boris? Where’s his woman?”

  “They haven’t left their bedroom since she showed up last night.” Max grinned. “I knocked on his door to make sure he was still alive. Boris opened it, told me to fuck off, and went back to business.”

  “And where’s my mouse?”

  Max put on his shades. “Lying next to the pool in a new bikini.”

  “How do you know it’s a new one?”

  “She wore blue earlier today. Now it’s white and less fabric.”

  “Stop noting what she’s wearing.”

  “It’s hard to ignore.”

  “She’s your sister.”

  “She’s actually not.”

  “Can you swim?”

  “Not well.”

  “Hmmm.” I considered the possibility of throwing him over the side of the yacht.

  Could I get away with it?

  Maxwell backed up. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m going to smoke over there.”

  “Good idea.” I headed off to the pool to check out my mouse in this new bikini. It didn’t take me long to get there. And when I did, my cock instantly hardened.

  No wonder that pervert noticed the difference.

  She lay on a chair with sunglass covering her eyes.

  My cock instantly hardened.

  I walked closer to get a better glimpse of the bathing suit. The white material highlighted her chocolate brown skin. The top was tiny. All I had to do was shift the material a tiny bit with my finger to expose her areolas. The bottom represented a small patch connected to string. It barely hid her pussy.

  She smiled. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Dirty thoughts.”

  “That’s the usual.”

  “When it comes to you. Yes.”

  I stalked her way and sat on her chair.

  She scooted over.

  “I didn’t approve of this bikini.”

  “I didn’t know I needed your approval.”

  “Naughty mouse, where are all your clothes?”

  “As the baby grows, I’ll have a belly soon. I wanted to enjoy the flat abs while I could.”

  “It doesn’t matter what size you are. You will always be sexy.” I leaned forward and crushed my mouth to hers.

  She gasped, allowing my tongue to push its way in. I pressed her back onto the lounge chair and followed her down, covering her body with mine. Her fingers found their way into my hair.

  Breaking the kiss, she released a moan that had my cock pushing against my trunks.

  Wild with lust, I growled. “How do you feel?”

  “Fine, baby.”

  “I’m trying to be careful with you due to the baby, but—”

  “It’s p
erfectly okay to have sex.”

  “Perfectly okay?” I trailed a line of kisses down her jawline and to her neck. “That bikini is taunting me. I want to pound my cock into that pussy until you scream.”

  I tenderly nipped the side of her neck.

  She shuddered.

  “Have you met with the doctor today?”

  “You know I did, and we are healthy.”

  “No complications or anything to worry about?”

  “None. The doctor did tests and checked out both of our hearts. Everything came back great.”

  I slid my hand down her stomach. “Today, I read that around eighteen weeks our baby will hear his or her first sounds. And by twenty-four weeks, little ears will develop and the baby’s sensitivity to sound will improve.”

  “Is that what you were reading on your phone today?”

  “It was.” I nipped at her lips. “I just wanted you to know because around that time, I’m going to talk to your womb.”

  “Wow.”

  “The baby and I will have conversations.”

  She grinned. “This will be interesting. Will you sing too?”

  I frowned. “Are you making a joke?”

  “No.” She laughed. “I’m serious.”

  “Hmmm.” I moved my hand from her stomach and slipped it to the tiny scrap of material that covered her pussy.

  She gave me a wicked grin. “How’s our men?”

  “Blue is a bisexual pimp. Max is high. David is on guard with the Italians, and apparently Boris is still fucking his gift.”

  “Anything I need to worry about with the Italians?” She spread her thighs.

  I slid my fingers further under the bottom and brushed the tips against those plump lips. “We can talk about this later?”

  “I would like to discuss it now.” She tried to move my hand away.

  “No time.” I dove my fingers into her pussy.

  She gasped.

  “Open those legs wider.”

  “Kaz, what’s going on in—”

  “Shh.”

  She giggled. “You’re impossible. We’ve been fucking all day.”

  “I know, and your pussy is soaking wet.” I worked her with my fingers, loving the look of her displayed before me.

  “You can’t fuck me out here.”

  “I can.”

  “What if someone comes by?”

  Grunting, I whispered, “If someone walks by, I’ll kill them.”

  “You won’t.”

  “I will.” I pushed the material covering her breast to the side, bent down, and sucked in her nipple.

  “Damn you.” Shifting her hips, she let out a sexy, feminine groan.

  My cock jumped.

  I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and licked them, adoring the taste of her.

  “I love how nasty you are, but I’m in control today.” Surprising me, she shoved me down, climbed on top, and yanked my shorts low enough to free my cock. The side of her thighs were pressed against mine.

  “I’m nasty?” I smirked. “And. . .I haven’t given you consent.”

  “You better give me this cock.”

  “What happened to worrying about other people coming by?”

  “What happened to my pussy being soaking wet?” She positioned herself on top of my cock, lining the tip to her warm opening.

  “Good point.” I leaned back, not able to wait any longer.

  She lowered onto me, burying my cock deep into her.

  I gripped her ass hard. “Yes, mysh.”

  That warm, wet pussy gripped my cock tight. She was in control, but I couldn’t help but thrust up into her and begin to take over the rhythm.

  The sex was so good I roared. Her pussy was electric. It had to be. Every time she slipped down on my length, my body prickled in a frenzy of lusty static.

  “Goddamn it, mysh.” So much ecstasy, my head grew unable to process the pleasure so fast. A moan left her full lips. I thrust hard again. “I love that you’re all mine.”

  “Forever.” Her body trembled as I bounced her on my cock.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  She was my drug. One touch and I spiraled into intoxication. Just her scent delivered me into a dizzying trance—one that didn't end until our bodies united into one. A few thrusts and it was over. Electricity moving within my flesh. There was this immense magnetic field between us, expanding and linking us more. Hormones exploding. Time twisting and turning. From there, it was all passion, intense, and intoxicating. A release, but never an actual escape.

  Dominating her from the bottom, I breathed her deep. In and out. All my life, I craved this sort of connection for so long and didn’t know it. Once I got it, I realized it was what I truly needed in life.

  Moaning together, we were both caught up in the moment.

  And then she screamed as her orgasm crashed into her.

  With a loud groan, I came as well, my cum shooting deep inside that pussy. Dizzying and fogging my head.

  So perfect.

  Panting, she stopped riding me. With my cock still insider of her, she leaned down against me, completely exhausted. “I love you, Kaz.”

  I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you too, mysh. You’re perfect.”

  She tried to catch her breath.

  “Do you know that you’re more perfect than a dolphin jumping out of the water?”

  “O-kay.” She giggled. “I’ll take that. I didn’t know how much you loved dolphins.”

  “I didn’t either.” My cock softened.

  She lifted a little.

  My cock slipped out and I loudly groaned in agony.

  “Oh stop it.” She rested her head back on my chest and positioned herself for comfort on top of me.

  “You’re also more perfect than a sunset.” I gazed at the starlit sky above us and searched for the moon. “You’re more perfect than the shimmer of the sea.”

  “I can’t be that perfect.”

  “You are.”

  Stars sparkled and gleamed. Out on the boat and in the sea, we could see the whole night sky much better than the city.

  It took some time, but I found the moon. A curved sliver with a buttermilk glow, sailing in a cloudless sea.

  Emily whispered, “Kaz?”

  “Yes, my beautiful fiancé.”

  “Are we really ready for Italy?”

  “No, mysh. The real question is.” I smiled at the glowing crescent moon. “Is Italy ready for us?”

  Dear Reader,

  I thought this would be the last book, but it didn’t happen that way. I tried to make the characters stop talking, but they continued on.

  I wanted the Lion and Mouse to kill Pavel, and it be the end. But I love Pavel, so I had to figure out what Kaz and Emily would do with him that wouldn’t make me cry.

  I craved more of Kaz and Jean-Pierre. I adore their scenes. Additionally, Kaz will need more moments, if he will ever somewhat accept Jean-Pierre. That couldn’t happen in one book.

  I dreamed of a BIG ASS WEDDING with lots of crazy preparation, Russian Mafia traditions, and bizarre bachelor/bachelorette parties.

  Let’s not forget that I wanted to see THE BABY! And if I was going to see the baby, then I wanted to get a look at Kaz and Emily as parents.

  Most of all I didn’t want to rush it. I couldn’t quickly pack one book with a bunch of shit, just to end the series. I needed to take my time.

  So, for all that are tired of Kaz and Emily, know that they have a happy ending and you can move on. And for all that are enjoying the ride, see you in Book 6 where I believe this will the final book for Kaz and Emily. Hopefully, they will stop pulling me into writing adventures.

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