Mafia Sins: The Mafia Romance Collection

by Bella King

  “But we’re not even married,” I reply.

  Viktor smirks. “We don’t have to be married to sleep together, Cora. I’m not terribly traditional.”

  “And what if I am?” I ask, raising my voice in protest.

  “Tough,” Viktor says, shutting me down.

  I glare at him, folding my arms over my chest and huffing. “You know, I can still back out of this.”

  Viktor laughs, shaking his head. “But you won’t. You will obey me now, Cora, and we will have a nice marriage. We don’t need to make this difficult.”

  I squint my eyes at him, but he’s the boss around here. I’m not going to make a fuss when he hasn’t done anything to harm me. I’m lucky enough to get to marry a man as attractive as he is, even if he is a little ruff around the edges with regards to his personality. That can be ironed out with a few years of good influence, I hope.

  “Let me show you the shower. I think you’re going to like this,” Viktor says, a glint of mischief shining in his eye as he looks me over before turning away.

  I follow Viktor into the private bathroom. This house is smaller, but Viktor went all out with the master bedroom. I can tell that no detail was left unpolished in this house. All in all, it’s better than the Lauder Estate.

  As I walk into the bathroom, Viktor point sot the shower. “Look at what I had installed. We can shower together now.”

  “What?” I ask, perking up at his words. I can’t imagine getting naked in front of Viktor just yet. Showering together is on a whole new level. At least when I sleep, I might be granted a set of pajamas to keep him from touching me too intimately until I’m ready for it.

  “Come look,” he says, sliding open the foggy glass shower door to show a shower with two showerheads installed on either side, instead of one.

  I’m not sure what to think about all of this. He seems so eager to get us to be intimate, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I appreciate that he’s looking after the sexual aspect of our partnership, but it’s still overwhelming. He seems totally cool with it, though.

  “The temperatures can be different as well,” Viktor continues, waving his hand over two silver knobs under the showerheads.

  “That’s nice,” I say, at a loss for more sophisticated words.

  “It is,” Viktor says, nodding to himself in satisfaction. He slides the door to the shower shut and spins around. “Would you like to see the sauna? It’s a woodburning one, so it can really be as hot as you want it to be.”

  “I’ve never been in a sauna,” I reply.

  “Really?” Viktor asks, looking amused. “We must go then. After that, we can have some food.”

  “Okay,” I say, not knowing what else to say. Viktor is so excited to show me everything in the home that he has put in for me. It’s actually quite charming, almost enough to make me forget that he’s not even who he says he is. Cute.

  Viktor leads me out of the master bedroom. I take a final look at the bed, and the image of Viktor completely naked, his cock poking up from under the thin silk blanket, enters my head. I get visible goosebumps on my arms at the thought of him like that. I wonder just how many tattoos he has one that muscular body of his. I suspect that I’m about to find out.

  “The sauna is downstairs, and there’s also a jacuzzi,” Viktor explains as we head down a short flight of carpeted stairs.

  “Sounds relaxing,” I reply passively, unable to get the fantasy of his naked body out of my head.

  “It will be. It’s been a while since I’ve really gotten to relax. There’s always business to take care of.”

  “What kind of business?” I ask, returning to investigation mode.

  Viktor looks at me as we reach the bottom of the stairs. “Political business.”

  That’s fair enough. He has an answer to every one of my questions, even if I don’t especially like them. He’s been very patient with me, considering how much trouble I’ve given him. Maybe I should give this snooping a break and try to have more fun. Dinner was nice, and I expect that getting to know Viktor won’t be all that bad. I think I’m even going to enjoy it.

  “Here we are,” Viktor says as we reach a small room with two wooden benches attached to the wall.

  “Is this the sauna?” I ask, looking around the room.

  “No,” Viktor says, shrugging off his suit jacket. “This is where you will keep your clothes while we’re in the sauna.”

  “I have to take my clothes off?” I ask, but I already know how saunas work. You always go in naked, or at the very most, in a robe. Interestingly enough, there are no robes hanging off hooks in this room.

  “Yes, remove your clothes, Cora. Don’t be shy,” Viktor says, already undoing the buttons to his crisp black shirt.

  I look away from Viktor as he removes his clothes. I want to stare at his broad chest as it begins to peek out from his shirt, but at the same time, I don’t want to see him naked yet. I’m embarrassed even to look at him, much less unclothe myself too.

  “Remove your clothes, Cora,” Viktor says as the jingling of his buckle indicates that he really is getting completely naked beside me.

  I take a deep breath, and pull up my dress, trying to appear confident in my movement. I’m going to have to do this at some point. It might as well be now. My nipples get hard as they are freed from my dress. I find myself wishing that I wore a bra, but it wouldn’t make a difference. I would have to remove that, too.

  Thank god I shaved my pussy this morning.

  “Are you ready?” Viktor asks, looking toward me.

  I yank down my panties, bending over as my cheeks turn bright pink as I pick them up. The blood is pumping in my ears so hard that Viktor’s deep voice sounds muffled. If I could die from embarrassment, I think I already would have.

  Normally, this wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I’ve stripped down in front of people before. Granted, it was my doctor, and she was a woman, but still. I shouldn’t be so shy. It must be Viktor’s energy and demeanor that are making this such a difficult process. It’s like I’m afraid that he won’t like the way I look.

  I’m trying to impress him. That’s it. I can’t relax around him because he’s exceedingly handsome, and I’m just Cora Lauder, the boring daughter of a rich politician. Viktor hasn’t told me much about his life, but I already know it’s more interesting than mine is.

  “Let’s go,” Viktor says, placing a hand on my lower back with his pinky far enough down to make contact with my butt crack.

  My heart rumbles beneath my ribcage, and my legs feel weak. God, I hope I don’t make a fool of myself by passing out in the sauna. I might not survive the first night with Viktor, and it will be no one’s fault but my own.

  I laugh inside of my head as I imagine Viktor trying to explain to my father that I died on the first day in his care. It would be impossible for Viktor to live down.

  That’s that, then. I have to survive so that Viktor doesn’t see the wrath of my father. I feel a little better as Viktor opens the door to the sauna, letting me step in first. It’s a nice gesture because I’ve still refused to look at his naked body. I know it’s coming, but I need to brace myself for the moment.

  I hear the door shut behind me as we enter the sauna. It’s dim. but not dark, and the heat is nearly unbearable at first. I find myself sweating within the first few seconds. Each breath feels like I’m inhaling fire, but I adjust quickly to the feeling. It’s not all that unpleasant once you get used to it.

  “You can sit on the bench,” Viktor says, moving his body close to mine from behind.

  “Okay,” I reply, walking away from him, toward the wooden bench that wraps around the small room. As I sit down, I turn to face Viktor, and I have to clench my jaw to keep it from dropping agape when I see what he looks like naked.

  Viktor stands in front of me as though he isn’t completely nude. His muscles are even more well-defined than I thought they would be. Even in the low light, I can see the fine details of his pectoral muscles, a
nd his biceps have the signature split of a bodybuilder down the middle of them.

  But he isn’t too bulky. Viktor is just a very large man, well over six feet tall, with a wide frame and narrow hips. His impressive physique is accented by an expansive collection of tattoos cascading over his torso and down both arms. He even has them decorating his legs, leaving just the space around his penis bare.

  My eyes are drawn to his pelvic region, where a hefty cock sits slumped over two hanging balls. His package is huge, truly a gift to him and me both. I’m impressed by his body, but I’m also afraid of it. It seems too good to touch, like a fine piece of art in a museum.

  “Like what you see?” Viktor asks in a low voice. It rolls through the heat of the sauna like cool vapor.

  I snap out of the seductive daze that I’m in, turning my head away from him and blinking my eyes rapidly to erase the image of his nudity from my mind.

  Too late. Viktor’s cock is permanently burned into the gray matter of my brain.

  I don’t know how to respond to Viktor’s question, so I stay silent.

  “You know, you don’t have to be shy anymore. We are practically a married couple already,” Viktor explains, sitting down beside me. He’s so close that his thigh touches mine.

  “I’m not shy,” I say, a blatant lie.

  He chuckles. “Of course not. That’s why you’re terrified to look at me. Am I that ugly?”

  “No,” I blurt, quick to correct him. “You’re not ugly at all.”

  “But Dimitri is,” Viktor says, placing his hand on my sweaty thigh and laughing.

  “He’s not that bad,” I say, but that’s also a lie. Dimitri looks like he fell face-first into a blender.

  “You can be honest with me, Cora. Dimitri has been through a lot for me, which is why his face looks like it does. He’s loyal like nobody else is, even in the face of certain death,” Viktor says, keeping his hand firmly on my thigh.

  “What happened?” I ask. What could a politician’s driver possibly get himself into?

  “It happened about eight years ago. Dimitri was captured during an assassination attempt on me. They tortured him, cutting his face up with glass dipped in snack venom. He almost died,” Viktor explains, leaning in and speaking with an even thicker Russian accent, as though the memory takes him back to an earlier time.

  “Why would they do that?” I ask, mortified.

  “Because they wanted him to talk. Politicians have enemies, Cora. You must never trust anyone but me around here, no matter what.”

  I look at him, sweat dripping down my nose and splashing onto my bare lap. The heat, coupled with the intensity of Viktor’s story, makes me feel weak. It’s about time to leave the sauna. “I don’t want to be in danger.”

  Viktor straightens up, rolling his broad shoulder back. “I will keep you safe, Cora. That is my vow to you.”

  “Well,” I say, placing my hands on my knees and pushing myself up from the bench. “You can start by letting me out of this sauna. I’m going to be cooked alive pretty soon.”

  Viktor smiles. “Very well. We can rinse off in the shower, then enjoy a nice lunch together.”

  “Perfect,” I say, already heading for the exit.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Viktor

  Maybe I shouldn’t have told Cora the story about Dimitri, but I want her to feel like I’m being truthful with her. Revealing some truths won’t hurt in the long run. It should help her trust me more.

  I run my fingers through my hair, sitting in front of the vanity in the master bedroom as I wait for Cora to get out of the shower. She was brave going into the sauna with me, but I let her take a shower first so she wouldn’t get too worked up. I want her to be comfortable.

  Seeing Cora naked was wonderful. Her body is even more perfect than I had imagined, something that genuinely surprised me. There wasn’t a single freckle out of place, and her butt curved dramatically on her backside. She’s the perfect woman. I’m sure of that.

  The more I do with her, the more she’ll forget about her previous life. She will get used to me and stop being afraid of what her future holds. I wish to instill confidence in her, but Mrs. Johnson managed to put a speedbump on that happening.

  When I went into her office, I quickly went through her search history. Other than the amusing amount of pornography on there, she had a lot of search results for my name, as well as reverse image searches of security camera stills from videos that had been recorded while I was at the Lauder Estate.

  She was a curious woman, but one who I would want on my side if I could have her. However, I seriously doubt she would want to join forces with the mafia after having worked in a legitimate role for her entire life.

  Mrs. Johnson was very close to finding out who I really am. She would have told Cora if she had still been at the estate when Cora returned home, but thankfully, I acted with urgency. My men managed to lure her out of the estate and snatch her up in an unmarked vehicle, taking her far away from here so that I wouldn’t be exposed.

  I shake my head at the thought of someone getting that close to figuring me out. It would be too easy, but there’s not a lot I can do about it with today’s technology. I’ll have to keep Cora off the internet until she trusts me completely, which might be a long time. It may even be forever.

  Jonathan Lauder hadn’t cared who I was, only that I had money. I believe that’s how everyone should think of me. I don’t exist. I’m simply a stack of hundred-dollar bills, available to anyone who has the things that I want.

  Money isn’t everything, but it got me to Cora, and it will get me into the US government, so I’ll appreciate it for what it’s worth. The rest of my battle has to be fought by cunning, discipline, and a hefty seasoning of charm. I’m not so bad at that, as it turns out. Cora already seems to like me.

  “Viktor,” a small voice says from behind me.

  I turn around to see Cora in a small towel, barely able to cover her body with it. She must have picked the smallest one I have, and that had to have been on purpose. She is quite the coquette when she wants to be.

  “The shower is free now. Thank you for giving me my privacy,” she says, giving me those big eyes and a sweet smile.

  “Don’t get used to it,” I reply, standing up and quickly walking past her to the bathroom. It’s all I can do not to grab her and sink my cock into her precious body when she looks at me like that. I don’t think she knows how much I want her.

  I feel my erection growing as I walk the path she just came from, smelling the freshness of her warm body as I pass. There’s something primal about the way that her scent turns me on like her body was made just for me. I want to breathe her in completely and be consumed by her softness.

  I told myself that I wouldn’t initiate sex on the first night, but that’s quickly becoming a null point. I’ll go crazy with her around me all the time, teasing me to the point where my cock leaks precum constantly. It’ll drive me insane to wait any longer.

  When I get to the shower, I turn the water to as cold as it can go. There might as well be ice pouring down on my shoulders as I get into the large shower to rinse the sinful thoughts out of my head. I inhale sharply, my breath remaining shallow as my body reacts to the ungodly cold. For all the freezing Russian winters I’ve been through in my life, the cold still affects me greatly.

  I rinse the sweat off my body quickly, then turn the water off. I’ve managed to calm my mind with a cold shower, a classic technique for keeping yourself from getting too worked up. The heat can really put you in a sensual mood.

  I towel myself off, then walk out into the master bedroom naked to get my clothes. Cora is already clothed in a small yellow dress, sitting on the bed with her feet dangling off the side. She gawks at me as I walk by her toward the dresser to retrieve my clothes.

  She’s a funny girl. That’s for sure. I’m going to miss her expressions once she gets used to me being naked. It’s good fun while it lasts, though. Everything she does is so ani
mated and dramatic.

  I fish out a white t-shirt and a p[air of black jeans from the dresser. I don’t usually dress so casually, but now that I’m settling in at home, I want to change a few things about my life. It will be nice to relax with someone who I don’t have to fear an assassination attempt from. I used to never let a woman sleep in the same room as me.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask as I pull the cotton t-shirt over my head.

  “Yes, I’m starved,” she says eagerly.

  “Do you like seafood?” I ask.

  “Seafood? I love it,” she replies.

  I already knew that. I’ve done plenty of research on her. I’m not the type of man who comes in unprepared. That wouldn’t be very mafia of me.

  I hear Cora spring off the bed, her light body landing with a graceful thud on the handwoven wool carpet that sits by the bed. I had the carpet flown in from Russia. They don’t make them the same here, and it’s nice to have little pieces of home with me.

  “I have a chef that will make us lunch,” I say to Cora as she comes up beside me. I can tell that she’s eager to eat.

  “Great,” she says cheerfully, smiling at me.

  I look at her warm face, examining her beautiful once again. Her cheeks are like peaches, and her eyes are like blueberries. She has the face of springtime, and the warmth in her soul to match. How the hell did a sinful man like me get to be so lucky?

  “Come,” I say as I buckle a thin leather belt around my waist. “Let’s eat.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Cora

  I must admit, the first night I spent with Viktor was terrifying. I kept thinking that I was going to wake up to him, trying to kiss me or squeeze me in his large hands, but he remained respectful. Well, he did at first. By the third night, we were sleeping like spoons stacked together with my butt pressed firmly against his bare cock.

  It comes as no surprise to me that Viktor wants to fuck me. He’s been making more and more sexual innuendos around the house as we eat and play together. I’m having fun with it, but I know where this will lead. Now that he’s comfortable touching me at night, he’s going to go for gold, probably tonight as we snuggle up in the bed together.