Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,24

“By the way, Jean-Pierre called me today.”

I took the wine bottle, poured me another glass, and set it down. “And?”

“Jean-Pierre has cameras in the house. He saw us arguing in your war room. He heard what I said. That means he has audio too. His cousin Louis must’ve hacked into the system.” She sighed as the puppy licked her finger. “Additionally, he offered to fly me out of Moscow.”

“And what did you say?”

“Of course, I told him no.”

“Why?”

She moved her attention away from the puppy and gazed at me. “Because leaving the house was not about ending it with you. It was about not supporting you killing masses of innocent people.”

“You also could have left on his plane to prove a point.”

“What point would that be?”

“That I can’t trap you.”

She held my gaze. “You already know that.”

“I don’t. I still believe I can trap you.”

“Either way, I think getting on his plane would have been disrespectful and would’ve brought more bombs to France.”

“I wouldn’t have bombed France, if I thought you were there.”

She shook her head. “So, you think I should have got on the plane?”

“No. I think that you keep saving your friend’s life. Had that plane landed at an airport in Moscow, it would have been destroyed.”

The puppy jumped off her lap and began to explore the dusty bar.

I took another swig of my wine and then set the glass on the table. “I knew about the phone call.”

Shock hit her face. “You did?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know what was said. Misha was sending the audio tonight.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I wanted to see, if you would.”

“Are you testing my loyalty to you?”

“No. I’m just being suspicious of Jean-Pierre and. . .acting a little. . .jealous.”

“A little. I think it’s a lot.”

“Maybe. Since being with you, I’ve learned that I can be a very jealous man.” I rose from the table and walked over to her. “With other women, I was barely possessive. I just didn’t want those women dirtied by another. Didn’t want them to catch anything and give it to me. It was all selfishness. It had nothing to do with love.”

She looked up at me. “Kaz, you have nothing to be jealous of.”

“It can’t be helped.”

“No one can compete with you.”

“Still. . .I’m jealous of your men. They get to swarm around you, when I’m not there and protect you.” I towered over her. “With you. . .sometimes I’m jealous of the glass that touches your lips. Your mouth is mine. I’m jealous of the blankets that wrap around your naked body, wishing I could touch you all at once too. Get entangled and twisted along your legs. I’m jealous of your pillow. The water leaving the shower spray and dripping over your nipples and down to the curve of your pussy.”

She stood. “Kaz, you’re the only man that I want and have ever wanted in my life. You’re the only one that I’ve allowed to stay in my bed for longer than a week. You’re the only one that could convince me to have a child.”

“I know, mysh.” Letting out a long breath, I raised my hand and ran my fingers through her hair. “Sometimes, I just get scared.”

Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Don’t get scared, when it comes to us.”

“I don’t want anyone else to threaten what we have.”

“No one can. Jean-Pierre kidnapped me, but he couldn’t keep me. And I swear to you, no one will ever take me away like that again.”

“I’m supposed to make that promise.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” I scowled. “I know you don’t blame him, but he took our baby.”

“He didn’t.”

“Still, I don’t forgive him.”

“I do, so leave it alone.” She moved closer to me, pressing her breasts against my chest. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” I tenderly gripped the back of her head, leaned over, and kissed her. Those soft lips against mine was all I needed. The loneliness of earlier withered away. The pain in my heart settled a little.

Perhaps, she was right. Maybe, I should have stayed in bed, instead of started a war.

I drank her in, wishing I could savor the moment forever. I yearned to capture the sweet sensations and store it in a box on my desk. In the worst times, I could take these seconds out and experience them again.

Our mouths fitted perfectly—as if we were meant for each other. I gently grabbed the back of her neck, growling in the kiss.

She whimpered in pleasure.

The kiss deepened and the world