Russian Mobster's Princess (8 page)

Her leggings hit the floor first, followed by her leotard as she scrambled out of her clothes.

At that point, his brain fogged over. “Kira, wait.”

“No more waiting. I’ve been waiting three years already.”

All of that smooth skin beckoned to him, and Viktor could hardly form a coherent sentence. He’d only seen her with her clothes on until now. The form-fitting leotard had given a hint as to the perfection of her shape, but now he could see every inch of her pale, perfect body. Her breasts were high and firm, the perfect size to fit his palms. Each nipple was dusky rose. Her areolae were drawn up into tight little puckers, and her nipples were hard as diamonds.

Unable to resist one second longer, Viktor closed the distance between them and knelt before his wife. He kissed her belly and then cupped one breast and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked at her skin. The way she moaned and writhed against him urged him on. He cupped the other one in his hand and pinched her nipple until she squealed with delight.

He had to remind himself that she was a virgin still. There was a bed just a few feet away in the small confines of the studio apartment. Standing up, he swept Kira into his arms and carried her the short distance.

“I’m going to make you come first,” he told her gruffly. “Then I’m going to have you. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” She arched her back, planting her feet on the bed and spreading her legs to show him her pussy. “I want you to touch me the way you did last night.”

“No.” He knelt between her legs and kissed her inner thigh. “I’m going to do better.”

KIRA’S MIND WAS still a little fuzzy, but when Viktor’s tongue encircled her clit, she knew exactly what she was getting, and even more so, what she wanted. Everything inside her woke up all at once. The sensations were exquisite. Sharp pleasure left her gasping for breath. She felt her inner muscles bear down as they sought the delightful feeling of penetration.

He worked her pussy as though she had been made for him. He nuzzled her mound and slipped a finger inside her while he continued to tease and suck at her clit. The noises he made were so damn erotic! She opened her eyes and watched his dark head move between her thighs. The knowledge that he was licking and sucking at her with his mouth was devastating.

Seconds later, she dissolved into a fierce orgasm. Her thighs clamped closed, locking against the sides of his head as her hips bucked and she whimpered over and over again. Still, it wasn’t enough. She felt empty and achy inside. Reaching for Viktor, she tugged at his clothes. She wanted him naked.

“What do you need, little one?” he asked gently.

“I need you. I need more.” She couldn’t even come up with the words. “Please, Viktor?”

She heard him move and felt the bed shift. Moments later, she felt the warmth of his skin next to hers. She groaned at the exquisite sensation. There was crinkly hair on his legs, and more on his chest and belly. Yet he felt wonderful. Then he settled between her legs, and she spread her thighs wider to welcome him.

“Take me,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

He kissed her. His lips made love to her, and his tongue slid deep into her mouth just as his cock probed her virgin entrance. Kira twined her arms around his neck and kissed him as deeply as she dared. Seconds later she felt the pressure of his entry. There was brief pain, but the friction made it almost pleasurable. She was full of him and eager to feel him move inside her.

His hips began thrusting against her, driving his cock deeper and then retreating. Kira gasped in awe as she felt her own orgasm building at the base of her spine. Every nerve in her body seemed to fire at once as he drove in again. She felt him tremble against her, felt the pulsating warmth of his cock, and realized that he was spilling his seed into her body.

“Kira,” he groaned. “You’re so damn tight. You feel so good. Come with me, little one. Give me more.”

She threw her head back and shut her eyes as a wave of intense pleasure whipped through her body. Holding onto Viktor, she made him her anchor in the storm of passion that left her nearly senseless in its wake. If this was what she had been avoiding for so long, then she was a fool!

Chapter Nine

Viktor tried not to disturb Kira’s sleep as he opened the front door of her apartment. “It’s good to see you, Aleks.” He smiled at his friend and longtime mafia comrade. “I can’t thank you enough for this favor.”

“I’m still trying to figure out why you’re moving in here instead of taking her to your penthouse,” Aleks said, scratching his beard. “This place is a shoebox.”

“But she’s comfortable here,” Viktor explained.

Aleks’s blue eyes glinted. “Nicolas told us what his plan is.”

“Did he?”

“It’s low to use a woman as bait.” Aleks’s tone was flat. “None of the men approve. Your brother is making enemies fast. Soon we will be backing you to take over the leadership. I would rather have you for a boss anyway.”

“While I appreciate the compliment,” Viktor told his friend. “I support my brother. You know that.”

Aleks heaved a giant sigh. “
Da
. We know. Even if we think you are mad.”

“Go on then. I’ll see you at the next meeting.” Viktor clapped Aleks on the shoulder before the man headed back out the way he’d come.

Viktor closed the door behind him and exhaled a giant sigh. He took the bag that Aleks had brought and headed for the bathroom.

“Who was that?” Kira’s groggy voice came from the bed.

“My friend Aleks brought me some things.”

She rolled in the bed, giving him an enticing view of her breast and hip. “What things?”

“Clothes, bathroom stuff, you know. The type of things required to stay someplace for awhile.”

“You’re going to stay here with me for awhile?” She sounded almost apprehensive. “How long is awhile?”

“I’m not sure.” He shrugged. “Does it matter?”

Kira sat up in the bed. “I guess not. It’s just that moving in together sort of means we have a real relationship. You know?”

“Don’t we?” Viktor asked quietly. “We are married, Kira. I care deeply about your safety.”

“But you’re not going to tell me that I can’t dance?”

He shook his head. “Of course not.”

“Then I’m glad!” She bounced out of the bed. “I never thought having a husband around would be fun, but I really enjoy just being with you.”

He was taken aback by her sudden enthusiasm. It reminded him of Elena and the first time they had gone apartment shopping together. She had been so happy that they were finally moving in and getting married after being sweethearts nearly all their lives.

“What’s wrong?” Kira asked softly.

“Nothing.”

“No. What were you thinking of just then?”

He pursed his lips. There was really no reason to hide it. “Elena.”

“You miss her still?” Kira guessed.

KIRA WONDERED IF anything would ever change the way that Viktor felt about Elena. Would there ever be a place in his heart for her? The thought made her sad.

“I’m sorry.” Viktor walked toward the bed. He sat on the edge and gently stroked her shoulder. “Elena will always be my first love. I can’t do anything about that.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” Kira said firmly. “You shouldn’t stop loving her just because she’s gone. I just wonder if there’s any room in there for someone else too.” She placed her palm in the center of his chest.

“It would be very hard not to feel something for you, Kira.” He nuzzled her temple, kissing her cheek. “You constantly amaze me with your determination and toughness.”

“I do?” She was astounded. “I feel like a mouse on most days.”

“I would call you more of a lion.” He picked up his bag and started pulling out items.

Kira stared at the unfamiliar accessories of this man who was her husband. She ran her finger over the bottle of shaving lotion and touched his toothpaste with a feeling of strangeness that would not go away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, getting up to put his bathroom items away.

“I’m not sure. I think I’m just trying to get used to the idea of actually
being
married. I’ve always considered myself married, but living it is much different.”

“Yes. It is.”

She took a deep breath, well aware that she was overstepping in the worst way. “I won’t have you sleeping with other women while we’re together like this.” She crossed her arms over her chest for emphasis.

“I don’t need other women, Kira,” Viktor said gently. “I have you.”

The earnestness in his expression drowned out whatever was left of the mafia visage that so terrified other people. She watched him put his things away and then got up, realizing that she probably needed to clear out a drawer. It all felt so awkward.

“Is this usually what it’s like to move in with someone?” she asked.

Viktor laughed and shoved his boxer briefs into the drawer she had just cleared. “I haven’t done this before, but I would imagine that the answer is yes. Anytime you shift your life around to make room for another person on a regular basis, you’re bound to feel a little off balance. Wouldn’t you think?”

“Are we going to have sex again?” Kira belted out the question before really thinking it through. God knew how that sounded.

Viktor didn’t mention her brash forwardness, which she appreciated. “Yes. I would imagine we will have sex again. Why? Do you want to?”

“Actually, yes. I do.” Kira was still naked. She wondered if that was appropriate or not. “I love it when you touch me. It’s like everything in my body feels pleasure all at once. And I would like to learn how to touch you as well. I confess I’m curious.”

VIKTOR COULD NOT hide his lust any longer. He gave a little growl and took his naked wife into his arms. This woman was his. Her sensuality and passion belonged to him. And as he pushed her back onto the bed and made love to her with his mouth, he realized she was the only thing he was thinking about right now.

He peeled out of his pants and tossed them onto the floor, leaving his boxer briefs in place. Then he pulled his shirt over his head. Kira watched as he did this, her gaze one of utter fascination.

“When you look at me like that, I think my ego is in danger of getting out of hand,” he told her.

“Why? Because I think you are beautiful?”

“You wanted to touch,” he prodded. “So touch.”

She pointed to his boxer briefs. “You’re wearing underwear.”

“They’ll keep me better behaved for now.”

“Oh.”

She placed her palms on his chest and traced the pattern of his pectoral muscles. Her clever fingers plucked at his nipples, making him suck in a sharp breath. Then she leaned over and used her tongue. He thought he might lose himself then and there at her boldness.

The tiny noises of surprise and pleasure that she made were sexy as hell. Her hands were everywhere. She explored his ribs, tickling his sides as she found the groove that led to his waistband. Using her tongue, she traced a circle around his navel and then went lower to test the resilience of the skin on his hipbone.

“You have muscle everywhere,” she said with awe. “Do you train like a dancer?”

“I box,” he admitted. “With my friend Aleks, and other men from the organization.”

“I would like to watch that. I bet it’s fascinating.”

He might have said something else, except she took that moment to put her palm over the bulge of his erection. The thin fabric only muted the sensation of her touch. She was tentative at first, and then bolder as she measured the size and shape of him.

“Please take them off,” she begged softly. “I want to see you.”

“Like I can deny you when you ask so nicely?”

He lifted his hips, and she helped him to slide the elastic off. His underwear hit the floor, and then Kira’s hands were on his cock. She ran her fingertips up the length of his shaft and circled the head until a bead of liquid formed at the tiny hole.

“Oh!”

Her exclamation was soon followed by the dip of her head as she tasted the fluid with her tongue. Viktor hissed as a flair of white hot pleasure snaked through his veins.

“Does that hurt?”

“God no.”

“When you touch yourself, how do you do it?” she asked curiously.

He chuckled. “Would you like to help?”

“Yes!”

Her eagerness made him so hot for her that he could hardly think straight. Viktor showed her then how to hold his cock between both hands. He helped her slide them up and down his shaft. He let her cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. Each second gave her more confidence, and soon he was gasping as she began to work his cock on her own.

KIRA WAS UTTERLY fascinated by Viktor’s body. He was beautiful to look at, but it was more than that. The silken softness of his skin covered muscles hard as steel. And his cock was even better.

She had never touched anything that felt so alive. Grasping him in her hands, she stroked him up and down the way he had shown her. She watched his face and listened to his breathing and learned what he liked and what he liked better. She felt him grow in her hand. His skin grew more taut as his erection grew harder. She marveled at the idea that this incredible piece of male equipment had ever fit inside her body, and then squirmed as she realized that touching him was turning her on too.

Soon he began to pant. His eyes closed and his hips began to shake. She cupped his balls in her hand and felt the sac tighten. Gripping him harder, she pumped faster, somehow knowing this was what he needed. Suddenly, every muscle in his body went rigid. He grunted, growling something in Russian she could not understand.

His cock pulsed in her hand, and then a long stream of white fluid shot out and bathed his belly in fluid. Kira watched in fascination. She pumped him a few more times. Each time another pulse of semen bubbled forth. Unable to resist, she touched the silky stuff with her fingertips. It felt strange, and yet she was still eager to explore.

“And that is how you make me come,” Viktor said hoarsely. “I think you’ve drained me dry, little one.”

“Really?” She felt strangely proud of that. “Is that a good thing?”