Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,154

went inside.

“Mysh?”

I was about to yell for her again, when I spotted her.

She took my breath away. For a silent minute, I stood there, marveling at her beauty.

On a white chair in front of a dressing table, she sat half naked and facing me. The outfit that she wore brought my cock to life. It was a sexy three-piece set—sheer lace bra, spaghetti straps, thigh high stockings, and a high waisted garter belt with little bows that I wanted to rip off. A matching thong panty barely covered her pussy. Six-inch silver tipped heels decorated her feet.

But my favorite part of her outfit was the jewelry. That diamond ring shimmered on her finger. She was now my new fiancé. Forever, I would walk into a room and see that beautiful, luscious body, and have her all to myself.

A triple mirror stood behind her, showing me the reflection of her sexy back. Emily’s hands rested along the chair’s arms. Her black hair fell around her shoulders just how I liked it.

Dark red painted her lips.

I shut the door and was more than eager to take my pants off. I yearned to snatch off the thong and pump my cock between her thighs. Even more, I needed to kiss every inch of her body. I was addicted to her.

“How was your talk with David?”

I yanked off my jacket. “I’m more interested in talking about that sexy outfit you’re wearing.”

She rose. “No need to talk about the outfit, until you tell me about the conversation with David.”

I prowled over and stopped in front of her. “My cock doesn’t want to talk about that now.”

She backed up. “Is everything okay?”

“It is. David is worried. He put people down to our destinations. He’s a little on edge. That’s the sign of a good number one.”

“You’ll have to replace the others.”

“I won’t. I have Maxwell.”

She pouted. “You don’t.”

“I do.” I tenderly grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. Those soft breasts pressed against my chest. Lust burned through me, warming my blood. I was desperate to taste her.

“I like David.”

“Me too. I gave David, Boris, and Maxwell some gifts this evening. You’ll have to tell me what to do for Blue.”

“What gifts?”

“Naked women.”

“Prostitutes?”

“Nice working women.”

She edged away and placed her hands on her hips. “And you had them on speed dial?”

“I like it when you’re jealous.” Fast, I took her back in my arms and placed my lips on hers, doing my best to consume her mouth. For several delicious moments, we stayed that way, kissing and tongue diving. My cock hardened and grew in my pants.

Groaning, I molded myself against her. My body hummed with desire. Hunger ran through my veins. My cock throbbed and pulsed with each beat of my heart.

Grunting, I lowered both of my hands and cupped her soft fat ass.

She left my mouth.

I whispered, “We could get married on the yacht.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “That’s too fast.”

“I like fast, when it comes to you.”

“I hadn’t planned on getting married, but since this will be my one and only—”

“It will.”

She smiled. “I want to do it big.”

“We will, but for now I want you chained to me as soon as possible.”

“I am, and I will always be chained to you, Kaz. You don’t need a ring or ceremony for that.” She moved her hands to my chest, raised her arms, and wrapped them around my neck. “Let’s wait until after Pavel is settled.”

My heart ached a little at the mention of his name.

I sighed. “I don’t want to kill him, but I will. Why, out of everyone, he’s the one that I want to save?”

“Maybe, you loved him more than you loved Abram or Zahkar.”

“I did.”

“You don’t have to kill him, Kaz.”

“He must die, mysh. There is no other way.”

“But you don’t have to do it. If we must, I will kill him. But, we could also think of other options.”

I let out a long breath. “How would it seem to have my pregnant fiancé pull the trigger for me?”

“Like a smart man that knows his limits.”

Landing soft kisses across her collarbone, I slipped my hands to her thong. “We’ll deal with that later.”

Unable to control myself anymore, I picked that small frame up, carried her over to the bed, and lay her down. “Open your legs.”

“Why?”

Lowering, I growled and opened them myself.

She giggled. And then all her humor ceased, when I snatched off her thong.

Wasting no time, I buried my face in that pussy, licking and lapping up her softness.