Obeying the Russian Mafia Boss: A Mob Romance

by Bella Rose

  “Are you alone?”

  Erik hesitated. Chances were very good that his father already knew the answer to that question. “No. There was an unarmed maid in the house. I got her out with me.”

  “Would this be the Ella Davis that you seem so interested in? Danil has been keeping me apprised of the situation.”

  As soon as Erik got his hands on Danil, the man was dead. “Yes. It’s Davis. The rest of the staff should be in the clear by now.”

  “Son, do not let anything get in the way of your safety. She is dead weight. I understand you wanting to protect her. You’ve always had a soft spot for the innocent, but this operation is important. If you can, stash her some place safe, but you need to get rid of her.”

  Erik gripped the phone but didn’t argue. It would be useless. “Thank you for your help,” he said stiffly. His father hung up without saying goodbye, and Erik slowly replaced the receiver. It would be dangerous to keep Ella by his side, but Valeria wouldn’t hesitate to use her, so cutting her loose wasn’t an option.

  Two days. He just had to lay low for two days, and then the Chesnovak family would wipe Yashin off the map. It wasn’t often that Erik felt blood lust, but the thought of anyone hurting Ella filled him with rage.

  When this was all over, he would have to send her away. She wouldn’t last a year in his world. But the thought of letting her go made him snarl. His body was still revved from the lap dance. He needed a cold shower to clear his mind.

  Climbing the stairs, he reached the second floor and heard the sound of water running. Clearly someone else had a shower in mind.

  Fuck it. He quietly eased the bathroom door open and stripped out of his clothes. Steam rose to the ceiling as he opened the perforated glass door. Ella gasped and whirled around. She immediately wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to cover her naked body.

  He hadn’t gotten the chance to really see her the other night, but now, as his eyes moved up and down her body, he drank in his fill. “You are stunning,” he murmured as he reached out to touch her bare arm.

  Ella didn’t jerk away, but she didn’t drop her arms either. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “Taking a shower.” Pushing her gently against the wall, he felt his own muscles tighten in anticipation.

  “Is there just one shower in this house?”

  “Only one shower with you in it.” He tipped her head and ran one finger down her side. Her body shivered under his touch, but she still didn’t open up to him. “I know you’re scared, Ella. I will get you out of this alive.”

  “You’re the one who got me into this. I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps with a man that I barely know. I don’t get eaten out in front of people, and I sure as hell don’t fuck mob bosses.”

  Erik smiled at her defiance. “Before I was a mob boss to you, I was your hero. Before I tongue fucked you in the back of a club, I gave you a body-shaking orgasm. Before all of this, I was a man in a hospital who wanted you.”

  Her eyes dilated, and he knew that she was responding to him. Lowering his head, he kissed her gently. “I’m not a good man, and I’m used to taking what I want.” He kissed her again.

  “You’ve already taken what you wanted. Why should I let you have it again?”

  “Because it’s what you want.” His hands moved lower on her body, and she immediately widened her stance. They both recognized the move, and while he smirked, she turned her head away from him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I happen to like how responsive your body is to me.” The warm water beat against his back, but it was nothing compared to the heat of her pussy when he dipped his finger inside her. She immediately gasped and reached out to grip his arms. Her body was his, and he used his other hand to take advantage.

  As he slowly fucked her with his finger, she moved her hips to quicken his rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Just enjoy me.”

  When he could tell that she was close, he withdrew his hand and denied her the pleasure. Ella dug her fingernails into his skin and glared at him. “Really?” she hissed.

  “I’m just playing,” Erik said teasingly.

  Her eyes narrowed, and she slipped her hand between their bodies. As her fist circled his cock, he inhaled sharply. “If you thought you were just going to tease me, play with me like I’m your prey, you’ve got another think coming. I’m not the kind of woman who likes being toyed with.”

  She never broke eye contact as she slowly stroked him. They both knew that she was talking about more than just a quick fuck in the shower. Leaning his forearms against the tile on either side of her, he slowly pumped his hips into her hand. Although the torment of her soft skin was enough for him to grit his teeth, he wasn’t ready to give her the upper hand. “Play all you want, baby. I can do this all night.”

  Annoyance flashed in her eyes, and to his surprise, she slid down the walls to her knees. Before he could stop her, she had her mouth around him and slid her tongue under the base of his erection. Pleasure spiked through his system, and he grunted as he felt her warm and silky mouth. She didn’t stop there. Before he knew it, she’d slid her mouth all the way to the base of his cock and squeezed his balls.

  “Fuck,” he groaned and let out a shuddering breath. He’d underestimated her. If she kept this up, he wouldn’t last more than five minutes.

  “Ella, you’ve made your point,” he hissed as he reached down to run his fingers through the wet strands of her hair. She moved back up to the tip, and he moved his hips back, but rather than release him, she gripped his ass and slid down him again.

  Resting his head against the wall, he was powerless to pull her away. With her sweet mouth, she controlled every part of him, and for once in his life, he enjoyed giving up the control. His body jerked as he neared his orgasm, and without warning, she pushed him away.

  Standing back up, she licked her lips and smiled at him. “Not so fun now, is it?”

  “Damn it, Ella,” he said hoarsely as grabbed her body and forcefully turned her around. She immediately bent over, and he slipped his finger inside her to make sure she was nice and wet. Sucking his cock had only turned her on even more, and he wasted no time in sliding deep inside her.

  Their moans echoed off the shower walls, and he showed her no mercy as he rammed his body against hers. She was so tight as she sheathed him, and he felt his world spinning out of control. Within minutes, she was shaking and crying as her muscles contracted around him with her orgasm.

  He could have joined her. A few more pumps of his hips would have given him his sweet release, but he wasn’t done with her just yet. The water was losing its heat, but his body was burning for her.

  Erik turned her around gently and pressed his thumb to her clit. It was still sensitive from her orgasm, and she tried to jerk away from him, but he only pressed harder.

  “Fuck,” she sobbed and surrendered to him. He covered her mouth for another deep kiss while he slowly brought her body back to life again. Slipping his finger inside her, he curved it gently to move over that sweet spot inside her, and her body arched into him.

  “You’re a temptress, you know that?” he said softly as he watched her face. Every time she cried out, every time she whimpered, every time she bit her bottom lip in an effort not to scream, his desire only heightened. He’d never say it out loud, but he knew that he would never tire of her. If he had his way, they’d never leave the shower. He’d take her again and again until they both slid boneless to the floor.

  “It’s all your fault,” she whispered. “I was never like this before. It never felt like this before—oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

  Bending down, he slid her nipple deep in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. The more she fell apart, the more obsessed he became. He only wanted her to feel pleasure. He only wanted her to beg him for more.

  “Erik, I need you inside me. Please,” Ella whimpered. “Please.”

  Straightening, he lifted her against the tile, and s
he wrapped her legs around him. Sliding inside her, he growled as she tightened her legs. This time, there was no way he could stop. He started slow in an effort to make it last longer, but as they approached the edge of blissful madness, he lost all control. There would be bruises in the morning, but now there was only the sweet sensations of her body wrapped around his.

  When her orgasm racked her body once again, he erupted inside her.

  “Ella,” he moaned desperately as he jerked and shuddered.

  Despite his own need to collapse, he managed to stay upright and keep her from sliding down the wall. The water was freezing against him, and he leaned over to shut it off. “Hang on, baby,” he murmured as he turned and gathered her in his arms.

  “What’s wrong with me?” she whispered. “Why do I keep doing this?”

  By this, she meant him. Anger and pain sliced through him, but he carried her from the shower. “Let’s get you dried off.”

  She braced herself against the sink and faced the mirror. Grabbing the towel from the rack, he slowly ran it up and down her body. She stared at his reflection.

  “When was your last relationship?”

  Slowly, he straightened. “You don’t want to have this conversation,” he said shortly. Moving the towel up, he squeezed the water from her hair.

  “If I didn’t want to have the conversation, I wouldn’t have asked. You like to tell people what they’re feeling when you don’t want to talk about something. I have a feeling that you don’t even realize that you’re doing it,” she said coldly. “When was your last relationship?”

  He dropped the towel and stood back. “I don’t have relationships, Ella.”

  “Just one-night stands?” she chuckled dryly and shook her head.

  “I’ve fucked you twice now. I don’t bother with one-night stands. I simply take women when I want them and discard them when I’ve finished. There are no feelings involved.”

  Ella bent down and grabbed the towel from the floor. Wrapping it around her body, she turned to stare at him. There wasn’t any anger in her eyes. Just a strange vacant emptiness. “I’m running for my life because of you, and you can’t even give me a single thread of connection to hold on to.”

  “You think it would be better if I lied to you? Told you that there would be flowers and chocolates and a diamond ring waiting for you when this is all over? Ella, I’m more than happy to satisfy your cravings, but I’m not some bad boy that you can change. When this is all over, I’m still going to be a mob boss. I’m still going to run my club. Does that sound like someone you want to have a relationship with?”

  She closed her eyes and shook her head. “You were my hero. Now I just feel like your whore.”

  Before he could say anything, she’d left and slammed the door behind her. Balling his fists, he punched the wall so hard he nearly put a hole in it. Having Yashin betray him didn’t piss him off nearly as much as hearing that accusation on her lips.

  But it wasn’t like she was wrong. He’d hired her with every intention of fucking her. Corrupting her. Stripping her of the innocence he’d never possessed.

  He’d done just that. And now he could barely look at himself in the mirror.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Locking the door to the bedroom, she pressed her back to it and swallowed hard. Even after everything he said and did, he made it so hard for her to walk away.

  Wiping away the tears, she turned and pressed her ear to the door. She’d left her damn clothes in the bathroom, but she wasn’t going back while he was still there. When she didn’t hear anything, she turned the knob and opened the door.

  He was leaning on his forearms against the doorframe. Looking just as surprised as she was, he straightened and cleared his throat. “You left your clothes,” he muttered as he handed them to her. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll scrounge up some dinner from the kitchen.”

  “Thank you, but I’m not hungry,” she said stiffly as she grabbed her clothes.

  “Ella, I know that you’re upset with me, but you need to eat. You don’t have to talk to me. You don’t even have to eat in the same room with me. But you need to eat.”

  She’d lied to him. She was hungry. “Fine. I’ll have dinner with you.” She clutched the towel and jutted her chin out. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed, and I’ll help you.”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “Okay.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that if he spoke too loud, she’d run.

  She was planning on running, but not until tonight when he was fast asleep. Ella needed to get to her mother.

  After tossing her clothes back on, she braided her hair. Before walking out of the room, she took a moment to glance in the mirror. She still had a flush in her cheeks. Telling herself it was from the steam of the shower rather than the mind-blowing sex, she frowned and stormed out of the room. She was disgusted that she even needed to check her reflection.

  In the kitchen, Erik had his head stuck in the refrigerator. “It looks like the best I can do is pasta and marinara sauce. Apparently the kitchen isn’t well stocked.”

  “Spaghetti is fine,” she said with a small smile. “It’s not very Russian.”

  “That’s fine.” He opened the cabinet and pulled out the sauce and pasta. With a frown, he held up the box of pasta and squinted his eyes.

  Ella snorted. “You don’t know how to boil pasta? Why does that not surprise me? Give it here.” She grabbed the box from him and opened cupboards until she found a large pot. Filling it with water, she set it on the burner and turned it on high. She found a smaller pot for the sauce.

  “I’ve always had staff cook for me,” he said softly. “Learning to cook for myself was never a priority.”

  Ella smiled. “My mother was a good cook. Is a good cook. She’d be so upset if she knew that I was eating marinara sauce from a jar. When I was in college, she would call me every day to ask me what I was eating. We couldn’t cook in the dorms, but she wanted me to smuggle a hot plate into my room. She was convinced that the dining hall had horrible food.”

  “You could have gone back to college,” he murmured. “After your father’s death. Even if you lost your scholarship, you could have gotten a loan.”

  She kept her back turned to him, but his low voice wrapped comfortingly around her. For some reason, she wondered what it would be like under different circumstances. If they weren’t running for their lives, if he were a family man, would he wrap his arms around her and nuzzle her neck while she cooked?

  Pushing the insane fantasy away, she shook her head. “I didn’t really fit in there. My boyfriend was wealthy, and all of his friends were wealthy. They always looked down on me. I would love to finish my degree, but at the time it just wasn’t the right place for me. I was too concerned about what other people thought about me.”

  “And now?”

  “Now I’m sleeping with the mob so I can pay for my mother’s surgery,” Ella snapped.

  “For the love of God,” he said through gritted teeth. Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her away from the stove and spun her around. “Is it the money? Is that what you’re hung up on? I’ll write you a check right now for the rest of the money. All you have to do is answer me one thing.”

  “What?”

  “Are you really sleeping with me because of the money? Do you really feel like my whore?”

  She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Staring into his face, she knew that she couldn’t lie to him. He’d be able to see the truth. “I let you seduce me because I wanted you, but we both know that you aren’t giving me this money out of the goodness of your heart. You may not be paying me to sleep with you, but you paid me to be near you. And if you’re not going to tell me why, I’ll just have to draw my own conclusions.”

  The pot began to boil over, and she wrenched out of his grip to turn the burner down. Adding the pasta to the water, she tried to ignore his hard stare.

  “I liked you,�
� he said finally. “You don’t hide things. You heard the code blue in the hospital that day, and you were hysterical. It was the head of a local drug ring, but you thought it was your mother. Even at my mother’s funeral, I’d never seen that kind of emotion. My father loves me. I know that, but he’ll always put his business first. But you show all of your joy and all of your pain. It’s beautiful.”

  He tucked a flyaway strand behind her ear and pressed his lips to her neck. “It was unnatural to me. I wanted to see you tarnished. I wanted to prove to myself that you could be tarnished, but I no longer think it’s possible.”

  Ella busied herself with stirring the pasta. “When did your mother die?”

  “I was seven. She was killed in a drive-by shooting. She wasn’t even the target, but my father spilled a lot of blood over her death.”

  “Okay,” she blinked. “That’s the kind of information that I didn’t need to know, but it shows emotion. Inappropriate reactions to grief, but emotion nonetheless.”

  Erik moved away from her, and she felt the loss of his warmth. “I can’t change my past, Ella,” he said coldly. “I come from a violent family. I can’t apologize for that, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. This is who I am.”

  Turning off the stove, she did her best to drain the pasta without a colander. “Do we have any plates or bowls?”

  He opened the top cabinet and handed her two paper bowls. She separated the pasta and poured the marinara sauce on top.

  “You can’t change your past, but you could change your future.” Taking a deep breath, she turned around and handed him the food. “The only reason you’d keep doing it is because you enjoy hurting people. You have enough money to last you the rest of your life, and you’re too old to give a damn what you father thinks. I’d never ask you to apologize for your past, but the decisions that you make now are entirely your own.”