Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,157
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 perfectly 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?”