Protected by a Mobster 2: A Russian Mafia Romance (Volsky Mafia) (4 page)

Dear fucking God, she was a delectable sight. I devoured her with my eyes, my hands clenching into fists as I fought the urge to take her right then and there. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman into submission so badly in my whole damn life than I did Liliya right now. My control slipped a fraction as her hips swayed and rolled. I growled low and deep at the sight of her. It was a purely animalistic sound that shocked even myself as her eyes met mine in the bathroom mirror.

Still standing in place, my eyes ate her body up as visions of her spread out naked and waiting on my bed filled my head. Her yelp of shock brought me back to reality and my eyes quickly swept over her succulent little body one last time before once again rising to meet hers.

“Ruslan! What the...” she twisted her body around to face me, letting the cutest fucking squeak fall from her lips before snapping her mouth closed.

She saw the hunger in my eyes. I was certain of it. I descended on her like a wild animal stalking its prey, with each step I took reeking of a predator-meets-prey scenario. Her eyes widened as the distance closed between us. With an audible gasp, she stepped back, her sweet little ass bumping against the counter, her eyes going wider as I came to a stop before her. I could hear and feel each and every breath she took as her perky breast and hardened nipples pressed into my chest. Her pebbled nipples pressing into my shirt only made my cock harder.

I looked into her eyes, seeing the lust I felt for her reflected back at me, and the last shred of control I had shattered. My mouth descended onto hers. There was no room for soft, subtle, sweet kisses. I ravaged her mouth, fucking her with my tongue until she writhed against me, the heady scent of her arousal filling my nostrils, making my pulse race. A low rumble built up deep in my chest, coming out as an animalistic and needy growl as her tongue swept over my upper lip before her teeth nipped it. She squealed and melted into my embrace, offering herself to me.

One word fell from my lips and it let her know there was no use in fighting me. I’d have what I wanted and she’d willingly give me anything and everything I desired. And I’d provide her with more than she’d ever dreamed of.

“Mine.”

I grasped the neck of her small thin top and tore it in half. The thin material slipped from her body, falling to the floor in a heap at her feet. The whimper that slipped from her lips was all I needed to hear to spur me on.

Breaking the kiss, I crouched down, my thumbs slipping under the waist of her lace panties, and in one downward motion they were around her ankles. “Fuck! You are so fucking beautiful.”

As I knelt before her gorgeous body, the scent of her arousal invading my senses, I knew I had died and gone to heaven. Her moist folds, glistening and bare, called to me, and within a heartbeat I answered, diving in in an instant.

My hands slid slowly up her thighs, enjoying the way her soft skin felt as I came closer to her sweet center, sliding my thumbs between her folds and spreading her wide. I offered her one final glance before my tongue darted forward and flicked her already swollen clit. Once. Twice. The third flick rewarded me with strangled cry of my name on her lips, followed by a sweet moan of pleasure that was music to my ears.

I groaned as the taste of her sweet liquor coated my tongue, sliding my hand up her body, cupping her breast and rolling her hard nipple between my fingers. Liliya moaned and whimpered, her hips rocking wildly into my face as my tongue fucked her sweet little pussy. Her thighs trembled with each thrust of my tongue as I buried it deep inside her over and over again. Her sweet little pussy fluttered around my tongue, her thighs quivering, and I knew she was close, right on the edge of bliss with my name on her tongue.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” I ordered, my voice husky and deep. “I want it.”

“Oh, Ruslan… Oh God!” she cried out, her orgasm rocking her small frame as wave after wave of bliss fought its way through her.

I stood up, scooping her trembling little body in my arms, and carried her into the bedroom, easing her onto the bed. I stripped my clothes off, leaving them in a pile by the bed. For a heartbeat or two, I fisted my already-hardened length as I ate up her gorgeous body with my eyes, then I joined her on the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t remember your name,” I growled as I eased between her legs. “You’re mine, Liliya.”

My hands slid up her thighs, pressing them open as far as they would go. She licked her kiss-swollen lips in that way that always drives me wild. All I could think about was my cock fucking that sweet little mouth of hers.

Her whiskey-colored eyes were hazy with lust and need as they met mine. She smiled and gave a small nod, her cheeks flushed a sexy shade of pink. I fisted my already-hard cock, rubbing the head through her wet folds. Liliya whimpered in response, her hips shifting upwards, searching and begging for more.

A shiver rolled down my spine, settling like a heavy weight in my balls at the feel of her heated core. Once again, my hips jutted forward, driving my cock along her weeping slit, up to her swollen, needy clit. She moaned at the contact, her hips jutting upward again in wanton lust. Unable to wait any longer to have her, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in her tight fucking cunt.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her eyes popping open and meeting mine as she grasped my shoulders with her small hands. Her warm silken flesh wrapped tight around my cock was nearly my undoing. It felt so good. Too good, maybe.

I growled at the feel of her. Her tight pussy clenched my cock in its warm embrace and it felt like home. I stilled my movement, letting her body acclimate to my girth. Her hands clamped on my shoulders even harder with each punishing thrust I leveled on her, her nails digging into my flesh, marking me. The sharp stinging pain only heightening my pleasure.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Yes,” she responded on a breathy sigh. “Move. Oh God, I need you to move. Now. Please.” Her eyes pleaded for relief, as if her words were not enough.

I leaned down, taking her mouth with mine in a scorching hot kiss, our tongues dancing together wildly as we savored the taste of one another. I withdrew, leaving just the head of my cock within her, and thrust in again and again, unable to get enough of her sweet little cunt. She was divine. Sinful. Mine.

“Oh fuck, Liliya, you feel so damn good,” I groaned.

My spine tingled and I fought to hold back my climax, needing to have more of this beautiful woman beneath me. I wanted us to fall together into sweet bliss. Reaching for her swollen bud, I pinched it between my fingers, loving the sweet little yelping sound that fell from her mouth as the delicious pain turned to pleasure.

“Ruslan!” she cried as her orgasm took hold. Her trembling legs wrapped snuggly around my hips, pulling me closer to her. I thrust into her several more times and succumbed to my own orgasm as her pussy milked my cock.

“Mine!” I yelled out.

I pulled Liliya into my arms, holding her as our breathing slowed to its normal pace. I’d never cuddled with a woman before, never had the desire to be close and intimate, but I wanted that with her. Liliya was different. She made me want things I didn’t feel I completely deserved, but here I was with her wrapped in my arms, our sweat-soaked bodies flush against each other, loving the closeness we shared.

“You’re mine,” I said softly. “Now and always.”

“If that is what you wish, then I’m happy to be here with you.” she whispered against my chest.

“I do. Very much.”

As I lay there cuddled up with her, I finally felt at peace. Never before had I felt so calm. Liliya was changing me. And I liked it. I like having her here.

Of all the things I expected to happen today, falling into bed with Liliya was not one of them.

Finding myself not wanting to leave the solace of the bed with her by my side had my chest constricting. My mother had always told me that when I found that one special girl I’d feel it down to my bones. She would change me in ways I never expected and show me how to truly live.

Was my mother right?

Is Liliya that one special girl? Maybe she is.

I’ve been with plenty of woman, and not a single damn one of them ever made me feel a single fucking thing. Sure, the pleasure was generally good, but honestly, I was always left wanting. It was as though there was a part of me that had yet to be satisfied. That part was always left starving for what it needed.

Liliya fulfilled that hungry beast. She made me feel… whole.

Leaning forward, I placed a gentle kiss on Liliya’s bare shoulder and slipped from the bed. For a long moment, I stood bare-assed, watching my girl sleep, wishing that I could spend the rest of the day locked away from the world with nothing but the two of us laying flesh against flesh.

Grabbing my boxer briefs from the floor, I pulled them on, followed by my slacks. All the while, I watched her lay there with beams of sunlight falling across her naked flesh. Fuck, she was a beautiful woman. Innocent and angry. So damn sexy it almost hurt to look at her. I hurriedly finished dressing and smiled at the thought of how much this woman was changing my life. I had to make sure she stayed with me. I couldn’t lose her now.

After leaving Liliya satiated, her scent lingering on my skin, I headed for my personal gym, needing more than anything to let off some steam and gain focus before Gabriel’s arrival. I’ve thrown myself into training with an old buddy, David Lawler, better known as ‘The Terror’ in the mixed martial arts world. He’s remained the undefeated heavyweight champion for almost a decade, which is no small feat. The only difference between his matches and the one I face is there won’t be a single rule with mine. Sure, it’s an unsettling fact but I’m taking it very serious and preparing in every way that I can. When your very life is at stake, you have no choice but to kick ass, and forget all about taking names.

I stride into the gym, high on life and feeling like a king, ready for whatever David has planned. His training methods are a mix of different techniques and fighting styles that are sure to give me an edge over Dane. Although I am really not certain all of this preparation is one hundred percent necessary. Better safe than sorry.

After hearing about Lyosha Markow’s threats to Liliya, I’m more than ready to train. In a matter of days, I’ll face Dane. I’m so filled with rage I can feel it seeping through my pores, coating my body in a mixture of sweat, rage, and malicious intent. Today it will drive me to become the best, to reach out and take what I want when the time comes.

Taking Liliya to bed made everything clear. I can’t risk losing this damn fight or her to the madness of these psychopaths and the chaos they bring to the table.

Losing her would wreck me.

She’s perfect for me.

Her inner strength and willingness to fight is the one thing all of the other women lacked. She doesn’t want my money. She doesn’t want to fuck me because of who I am. She doesn’t have to say it because I can see it in her eyes. Her eyes tell me how she feels and what she wants, probably before she even knows those things herself.

Even after all she’s been through, she has a sweet innocence about her that is refreshing in this dark and seedy world of ours. I need her to balance out the darkness that resides in me.

I see that darkness in her and I want to wipe it all away and keep her innocence and purity burning bright. Maybe that’s selfish because I see that same desire for blood in her eyes that I have seen in my own countless times.

Bloodlust.

I fear that once she embraces it, she will lose a piece of herself that she can never get back, and I worry if she can handle that bit of evil that snuffs out some of her inner light.

I pray she can, for her sake, but I’ll be there beside her no matter what and see her through it all.

With a quick trip to my bedroom, I change into my workout clothes and head downstairs to meet David.

“Hey, Ruslan. You ready to get your ass handed to you?” David asks with a laugh. His laugh died out as soon as our eyes met. “Man what the hell is eating you?”

“Business. You know how it is. I’m ready when you are.”

“I can’t believe your fighting in a death match. And for a woman no less. Is she worth it?” David asked as we headed for the heavy bag hanging in the corner of my gym.

“She’s more than worth it,” I answered with a wicked smile. David slapped me on the shoulder, seeing right through me. After taking Liliya, I finally felt the tension in my body relax for the first time in weeks. It was all her. “Would you be interested in training a woman? I mean nothing crazy intense, but a bit more than just self-defense.”

“Sure, man. Have her join us tomorrow, or whenever, for training so she can watch. Then we can set up one-on-one training at a slower pace for her.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it. Fair warning. Liliya can be a bit on the feisty side.”

“Sure. Feisty is good, my friend. So it’s getting serious with this woman?”

“Da. Very.” A smile creeps across my lips before I can stop it. David takes notice and shakes his head knowingly, but remains quiet. Thank fuck. “Let’s get to work.”

For the next few hours, we worked at a steady pace, moving between the heavy bag, drills, and improving a variety of skills I needed to work on. Boxing and Muay Thai had been a large part of my powerhouse since my days in the underground fighting ring, where I met David more than ten years ago.

We were rowdy as hell and always in trouble back then. Good times, until David got in over his head and needed my help getting out of the shit-storm he found himself in. He went pro shortly after and never looked back, but we remained close.

Covered in sweat, both of our bodies aching from the torturous workout, we called it a day just as Liliya waltzed into the gym. Her tight jeans, damn near painted on, showed off her curvy body. My dick grew hard at the sight of her. Down boy, I growled internally, hoping my dick decided to listen. It didn’t, but it didn’t hurt to try. We both wanted the woman again so fucking bad. Once just wouldn’t be enough. Once would never be enough.