Russian Mobster's Stolen Wife (8 page)

“That sounds bizarrely organized.”

He laughed. “If you could see us together, you would think it the opposite. We are loud and argumentative and basically a bunch of stubborn asses only concerned with ourselves.”

“That’s not flattering at all.” She affectionately nuzzled his arm.

“There are different ranks throughout the families. But most of us use what we call enforcers to carry out minor punishments or collect debts. Enforcers handle security as well.”

“So you’re one of them?”

He grimaced. He had been for years. It had taken almost a decade of working his way through the ranks to achieve his position now. “I’m an assassin. I used to be an enforcer. Now my job is more specialized.”

“So when the enforcers can’t make someone behave, they call you?”

“Something like that, yes.” He sighed. “My brother Yakov had just been given his assassin status not long before your father decided to have him deported.”

“How did that happen?” Two lines appeared between her brows. “I don’t even remember him talking about that kind of thing.”

“He had Yakov on trumped up charges. I believe it was a drug charge of some kind, but my brother was never even on the dealing side of the local family’s business here in Richmond.” Grigori had been so concerned with his brother’s fate that he had failed to really look at what had happened.

“Do you think someone might have sold your brother out to my father? The evidence had to come from somewhere. It can be altered or enhanced, but there has to be a seed.”

“Yuri,” he murmured. “That bastard.”

“Who’s Yuri?” She seemed to taste the word as she said it.

He wound a lock of her hair around his finger. Somehow just touching her helped to keep him from losing his head and giving into the roiling anger filling his gut. “Yuri is the head of the family here in Richmond.”

“Why would he go against you?” There was a beautiful sort of innocence in her eyes as she asked this question. “Wouldn’t he be afraid of making you angry?”

“I think he would be more afraid of Yakov and I becoming too powerful for him to control. His men respect me, and they respected Yakov. If we had wanted to, we could have taken his position from him.”

Her face settled into an introspective expression. “So you think Yuri engineered the charges against your brother and brought my father in on it to have Yakov deported?”

“It’s kept me busy, hasn’t it? I’ve been so worried about preventing my own deportation that I haven’t paid one bit of attention to anything else.”

“I don’t think my father has ever had any dealings with the mafia before.” Then she froze. “But Teller has. I know he has.”

“The man who was so eager to have you killed?” Grigori asked, trying to remember if he had ever seen Teller before the incident at the church.

She was getting excited. She sat up and turned to look him in the face. Her eyes were bright, and he could hardly resist the urge to kiss her. “I bet that’s what happened! Teller is dirty. He has his fingers in everything. And when Daddy doesn’t do what Teller wants, Teller does it himself.”

“Perhaps it’s time that the boys and I pay this Teller a visit.”

“I want to come!” She moved as though she was about to bound off the bed, but Grigori caught her.

Very carefully, so as not to disturb her shoulder, he pulled her back into his arms. “No, sweetheart. You need to stay here. I will leave Anson here with you. I can’t risk taking you along. Not after what happened earlier.”

Chapter Ten

It was readily apparent that Flynn didn’t like Grigori’s decision to err on the side of caution. Her expression grew stormy, her green eyes flashing fire as she shoved the covers aside and got out of bed. He watched her with fascination. She was nothing like the other women he’d had experience with over the years. That was for certain.

“I’m perfectly capable of going with you.” She put her hands on her hips and even managed not to wince when her shoulder shifted. “See? I’m fine.”

He sighed and wondered how to proceed. He had no desire to insult her pride, but there was no way he wanted to put her in harm’s way for the second time in one day. Although he could have stood there staring at her for eternity. She wasn’t wearing anything but her panties and one of his old T-shirts, and she looked damned enticing.

“You know how fit I am?” Now there was a smile playing in the corner of her mouth.

“No, but I have a feeling you’ve come up with something that will show me.”

She marched around the bed. He turned, letting his legs hang over the edge and preparing to get up and chase her should she decide to make a run for it. With Flynn, there was really no telling what might happen.

Then she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. Grigori’s brain seemed to stutter as he wondered what her purpose might be. She stroked his thighs through his jeans. He froze. Her touch was electric. He could not have moved even if he had wanted to.

Her fingers danced up the length of his legs toward his waist. She was staring at him, a mischievous grin on her face. When she unfastened his jeans and wiggled them down toward his hips, he was powerless to argue. He simply shifted his buttocks in order to let her pull the denim over his backside and down his legs.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” She sounded almost shocked.

Considering it was his cock bouncing against his belly as though it were trying to pound some sense into him, Grigori didn’t figure he needed to comment.

She took hold of his shaft with the hand of her good arm. He groaned. Her grip was firm, but also soft. The skin on the inside of her hand was silky smooth. She rubbed him as though she were playing, exploring his length and circling him with her fingers until he was panting with the exertion of holding back.

“I’m fit, you know,” she told him. “I’m even well enough to do this.”

Then she took his cock between her lips, and he thought he might die of the sheer pleasure. Her tongue skated up and down his length before circling around and around his head. She slid the tip of her tongue along the hole at the end of his penis and then toyed with the puckered flange.

He was trembling with the ecstasy she was bringing him. Nothing had ever felt this good. She drew her cheeks in and sucked hard from the base, letting her mouth slide up his length until he popped free of her lips. Then she swallowed him whole and did it again. Bobbing her head up and down, she used the flat part of her tongue to tease the most sensitive part of his cock with each stroke. His hips jerked in response.

Grigori twisted his fingers in the blankets to keep from grabbing her head. It was so tempting to hold her still and fuck her face until he could pour his seed across her tongue. But that wasn’t what he wanted.

He could sense how turned on she was. Perhaps he could even smell the warm decadence of her pussy as her core began to heat and she creamed her panties as she crouched before him. He remembered what it was like to be inside her hot, tight pussy. And he wanted it again.

With one hand he touched her hair. He threaded his fingers through the silky strands and watched her eagerly suck his cock as though there was nothing else in the world she would rather do. The sight was erotic beyond belief. Still, he wanted to feel her sweetness wrap around him as she came so prettily with his length inside her.

“Flynn,” he murmured. “I want you so badly. I want to be inside your pussy. I’m going to have you right now. Do you understand?”

She drew back, looking up and meeting his gaze as she gave his dick one last kiss on the tip. It surprised him when she stood. He’d expected her to get on the bed, but she removed her underwear and bent over the edge of the mattress instead.

The sight of her long legs spread and the pink folds of her wet pussy on display was more than Grigori could take. He stood up and moved behind her. Caressing her bottom, he delved between her cheeks with his fingertips and felt her shudder with readiness. Her opening flexed as he brushed it.

Unable to resist, he slipped two fingers inside her body. She groaned and arched her back. The sensual sight pushed him dangerously close to his breaking point. Then he spread his fingers to stretch her channel, and she let loose a cry as she climaxed right there on his hand.

Grigori watched in awe as her body clenched and released around his hand. He had never seen anything like it. He petted and stroked her smooth cheeks while he continued to fuck her pussy with his hand. Then, when it felt as if she were poised on the edge of another release, he removed his hand and thrust his cock deep inside her.

THE INSTANT PENETRATION of Grigori’s cock sent Flynn spiraling into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. He felt so good. It was as though she were continually coming, over and over again. His thick girth rubbed all the right spots inside her body, and in this position his testicles were nestled against her clit. Every bounce of his sac against her body was a light slap to her clit, and the result was earth shattering.

Flynn hadn’t necessarily set out to have sex. In fact, she was feeling just a little twinge of pain in her shoulder from being squashed on the bed, but she didn’t care. Now that he was inside her, she never wanted to stop.

He held her hips in both hands, controlling everything about their rhythm and the depth of his thrusts by angling his hips up or down. She arched her back, and her breasts rubbed against the inside of her T-shirt. The light friction was shockingly pleasurable. The feeling in her clit zinged through her body.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” he growled. “I have to come inside you.”

She inhaled sharply as she actually felt the heat of Grigori’s cum bathing the inside of her womb in his essence. There was something so primal in the marking that it nudged her muscles into another peak. She cried out, the high pitched noise echoing off the bedroom walls as her hips jerked and pushed back to meet him thrust for thrust.

She held her arms rigid, trying to carry her weight there and keep it off her shoulder. It didn’t work very well, though, and before long her sexual high was overtaken by the sharp ache of her shoulder.

Grigori gently pulled his cock free of her pussy. “Sweetheart, I can tell you’re hurting.”

“I’m fine,” she said stubbornly.

There was a brief noise of his belt jingling and the sound of his zipper. She realized that he had pulled his jeans back up over his butt. Then he swept her off her feet and deposited her back on the bed. He crawled up beside her and pulled her close.

She sighed in relief as the position he held her in kept any weight off her shoulder. Snuggling closer to his side, she wondered why she felt so very comfortable with him.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’m convinced you’re capable of doing whatever you want to do.”

“But I need to stay here,” she said with a giant sigh.

“I didn’t say that.”

“No. But I did.” She hated that he was right, but there was really no getting around it. “I would be pissed at myself if I wound up handicapping you because I went along.”

“What is it you think we’re going to do?” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Go kick Teller’s ass?” she suggested hopefully.

His laugh rolled across the room and made her smile. How was it possible that a mafia assassin had such a good sense of humor?

She poked his belly. “I don’t really know for sure what you intend to do. I’m just enough of a control freak to admit that I want to be along in case it requires a consultation.”

“As if I can’t make my own decisions?”

She lifted her hand and pressed it against his. With their palms together like this, she could see how much larger and stronger he was than she ever would be. Her fingers were long and slim. His were blunt and calloused. She used her index finger to rub the callous on his corresponding finger. It was in the back of her mind that this was his trigger finger. The man could obviously take care of himself.

“I’ll stay here with Anson,” she told him glumly. “But you should most definitely stop and get pizza for dinner.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. And if possible, I really need to go to class tomorrow or I’m going to wind up losing all of my credits for this semester.”

“Is that a big deal?” He actually looked as if he didn’t know.

“Yeah. It’s a big deal. Credits are expensive.” She chuckled. “Even though I’m totally changing my major next semester. No more political science crap for me!”

“You should study what you want to.”

The way he held her was strange considering the way their relationship had started. “Grigori, I never expected to like you this much.”

“I don’t suppose I expected to like you this much either. But I also never realized how much I would come to respect you in less than forty-eight hours.”

“I suppose that’s why we seem so comfortable together, isn’t it?” She really did wonder.

“Most couples don’t see this much action in decades. That’s true. But we’ve also had to trust each other. There wasn’t any time for that to grow. It was either trust or die.” He cupped her cheek in his hand and ran the pad of his thumb over her full lower lip. “You’re an incredible woman, Flynn. I consider myself beyond lucky to have you as a wife.”

“Even if you
did
have to cheat to make the wife part happen, right?” she teased.

He nodded. “Even if.”

Why did it hurt so much to say this? Was she really that worried that something would happen to him if she let him out of her sight? “I’ll stay here. You go. Find out what you can and then come back to me. All right?”

“I never expected to enjoy being with you in so many ways, Flynn. But I promise that I’m not done finding new things to do with you. I’ll be back. I promise.”

He tucked her into bed then, settling her down with a pillow and making sure her shoulder was supported before kissing her on the forehead and closing the door behind him.

Chapter Eleven

Dusk was just falling when Grigori, Igor, and Ivan slunk through the bushes surrounding Flynn’s family home. During his earlier surveillance, Grigori had seen Teller in and around DA Callaghan’s house at all hours. He was the DA’s personal assistant by title, but his position was much more complex than that.