Beautiful Russian Monster (A Vancouver Mafia Romance Book 2)

She was crying. Fuck.

I froze for a long moment as I debated how best to help her. In the end, I sat beside her. Then I wrapped my arm around her while she sobbed against my chest.

“You’re hurt,” she cried. “And it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. And I’m not hurt that bad. No need to cry.”

She lifted her head and gave me a watery look. “Have you seen your face?”

A short laugh punctured out of my sore ribs like a hammer. Goddamn, my body ached. That fight had been fucking brutal. That little ninja fucker had caught me off guard, and within moments of his attack I was in way over my head. All of my moves had been defensive. Most of that battle had been a fight just to stay alive.

Worse, while the guy kicked my ass, he had systematically pushed me and the fight further and further away from Blaire. It had taken everything I had to steer the fight back toward her.

Working not to groan, I stood up to get my bag. I kneeled before Blaire and pulled out my medical kit.

“What are you doing?”

“Stitching up my comrade.”

“I’m not the one who needs medical attention.”

I shushed her. “Let me do my work. It’s important.”

She watched me with big eyes while I carefully cleaned the scrapes on her knees and put a couple Band-Aids over the worst of it.

“Do you feel better?” I looked up at her.

With a soft cry, she launched herself at me, buried her face into my neck and breathed, “I was so scared to watch you fight.”

I wrapped my arms around her and then stood up, lifting her with me, ignoring how much it hurt my ribs to do that. Why does it feel so good to have her in my arms? I would cross no lines tonight, but would it hurt anyone if I comforted her?

I sat back down on my bed and pulled her pliant body down with me as I lay back. We didn’t speak as I rolled her onto her side and then curled my body protectively around her.

She snuggled tight against me and sighed deeply.

I allowed myself the luxury of burying my face into the back of her hair, deeply inhaling her feminine scent.

Tonight had been a shit show—and a preview of how bad tomorrow would really be. I was pretty damn good at hand-to-hand combat, but it was a miracle I hadn’t been killed. My attacker hadn’t held back. He had been trying to end my life, and he had come close a few times.

Ironic that the faceless sniper was the one to save me. Ever since the first night on the mountain, I had sensed him tracking us, like a hunter tracks his prey. Until tonight, I thought I had stayed ahead of him. The fact that he was at the market told me he was probably three steps ahead of us. He had merely been biding his time and waiting for us to get what he wanted.

He was letting me do all the legwork, using all my resources and energy to get Blaire onto the ship. He would strike only when it was convenient for him—when that USB drive was in our hands.

Because that’s what I would do.

Did he have a connection to the combat fighter? Had he hired him to fight me—if only to test my fighting skills? When the ninja had moved to stab me, the sniper had fired what seemed like a warning shot. Were they partners in all this?

What kind of opposition would crop up tomorrow? What violence would we meet when we had in our possession the thing that everyone wanted?

I had no idea how to keep Blaire alive. How could I possibly keep her safe when there might be multiple people trying to kill us?

My hand strayed up, and I slowly pushed her hair off her warm neck. Just one taste. Her entire body jolted against mine when my lips touched the soft skin of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. She tasted even better.

She sensually arched against me as I trailed my mouth up the length of her neck.

The things I wanted to do to her. I squeezed my eyes shut and held myself still.

Blaire didn’t deserve any of this. I had dragged this woman through the worst week of her life. And for all my efforts, there was a very high chance I was leading her to her death tomorrow. The very least I could do was treat her with the respect she deserved. I wasn’t going to put her in a position where she felt she needed to comply to my desires because she needed my protection.

It took superhuman strength to roll away from her and get off that fucking bed.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

“You don’t want this, Blaire.”

She sat up. “You don’t know what I want.”

I turned and looked down at her.

She stared up at me, her eyes so big and innocent. Her mouth was parted slightly, and her breathing was erratic.

The epitome of innocence and joy. I was already a man on my knees. I had no idea how I was still resisting her. I wanted to sink myself into her with the fleeting hope I could be touched by some of her purity—but I didn’t deserve that kind of redemption. Men like me rarely did.

I thought about what I would do if I crossed that line. Wicked images flashed: my touch would make her cry out, my tongue would consume her and my lust would drown her.

I was the last thing she deserved. I picked up my bag and walked into the washroom.

I gripped the sink as I looked at my reflection. You’re doing the right thing for once in your life. Be strong.

I blinked hard and focused on the damage to my body. My eye looked like garbage, but I didn’t think the cut above it needed stitches. I put a few butterfly bandages on the cut on my cheek and above my eye. I gritted my teeth as I slowly pulled my T-shirt off over my head.

Motherfucker. I breathed hard through my teeth as I assessed my injuries.

Fuck my life. My left ribs had taken the worst of it and were already bruised black and purple. Other parts of my body hurt, but nothing was broken or sprained. These injuries would put me at a huge disadvantage tomorrow, leaving us even more vulnerable.

I stepped beneath the warm jet spray of the shower and grunted when the pressure hit my skin.

When I was done washing up, I stood there and let the pounding water revive me.

I waited because I wasn’t ready to face Blaire yet. I didn’t have the strength to resist her. The longer I stayed beneath the warm water, the greater the chance that she would fall asleep out there.

My eyes snapped open when I heard the sound of the metal shower curtain rings scrape on the rod.

A very naked Blaire stepped into the shower. Without shame, she boldly stepped toward me, so close our bodies almost touched.

There was no resisting this. No human or saint could say no to the vision that stood before me. Naked, Blaire had become a siren with her feminine curves and soft skin.

She looked up at me with those big eyes.

“You’re going to regret this,” I told her.

She reached out and put her hand flat against my chest. Her fingers trembled. “I don’t think so.”

I slid my hand around her neck. It was so slender and delicate my hand could nearly wrap around it. I stared down at the delicate skin, feeling her wild pulse against my thumb.

I didn’t think she knew how far over her head she was with me. Didn’t she have any idea what I wanted to do to her? She should have been running in the opposite direction. “Last chance, Blaire.”

She answered by turning her face against my hand and kissing the inside of my wrist.

I spun her around so she was under the water. I slicked her wet hair off her face and then cupped her face with both of my hands.

My mouth crashed down on hers. God, she tastes sweet. I kissed her until she was moaning into my mouth. Then I lifted her wrists above her head and backed her against the cold tiles. She arched away from them, pressing her warm, lithe body against mine. Again, I captured her mouth with mine and used my body to press the length of her against the cool wall. It turned me on that she was helpless to do anything but receive.

I explored every inch of her mouth, kissing her until all of her was trembling and her breathing was wild. Her body squirmed against mine as she fought the bonds of my hands. I responded by kissing her with even more intensity.

I tasted and nibbled and kissed her mouth the way I wanted, until she was bucking against me and panting into my mouth.

I swung her arms down and pinned them behind her back with one hand. Her eyes half fluttered shut as I tangled my other hand in her hair and then tugged at it, pulling her head back so I could expose her neck. I arched her back, immobilizing her, pinning her body against mine. Knowing she wasn’t going anywhere, I took my time to explore every inch of her neck and shoulders with my mouth.

She writhed her wet body against mine every time I hit a sensitive nerve, giving me cause to tighten my hold on her, taking pleasure in grinding myself against her.

I worked to ignore my own needs. This was all about how much could she take from me. How much could I give?

I loosened my hold on her only to turn off the water and yank open the shower curtains.

Her eyes popped open as I pulled her out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Her gaze clung to my face as I toweled off her wet hair. I spun her around and dried off her back before I crouched down and leisurely dragged that towel over the most perfect heart-shaped ass I’d ever seen. I moved the towel down the back of one leg and brought it up the back of the other.

I turned her around so she faced me. I crouched in front of her. “Spread your legs.”

She swallowed hard before she stepped apart.

I was eye level with the most perfect pussy I’d seen in my life. She was mostly shaved bare except for a little landing strip. I slowly moved the towel down the inside of one smooth thigh, down to her ankle, before moving to her other leg.

She was breathing hard as I slowly pulled the rough fabric up the soft skin of her other thigh.

I teased the towel in upward circles until it was almost grazing her inner folds. Her legs trembled, but her eyes never left my face.

I stood up and used the towel to delicately circle the outer globe of her breasts. Her wet nipples puckered in the bathroom air.

Hands on her shoulders, I turned her so she faced the full-length mirror and her back was against my chest. Her eyes drifted shut and her head rolled back against me as my hands snaked up and cupped her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingertips, pulling at them until she bit her lip.

Fast slow. Rough soft.

She moaned long and hard as her ass pushed back against my arousal.

“Open your eyes and watch me.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and we both watched in the mirror. One of my arms snaked around her, pinned her arms at her waist and pulled her back so she remained tight against my body. My hard cock nestled firmly against her buttocks, and my other hand spanned her stomach.

My mouth was against her ear. “I thought I told you to spread those legs.”

I felt her breath shudder as she stepped apart.

We both watched as my hand slowly slid down.

Fuck, she’s so wet. I gently pushed my fingertips into her folds, and I held her tighter against me as she jerked against my touch.

I kissed her neck but watched myself in the mirror as I slowly explored her sweet apex with my fingertips. Her delicate femininity almost drove me crazy.

I exhaled into her ear as I pushed a long finger into her tight pussy. She cried out as my finger impaled her, pushing deeper, before slowly sliding back out.

Her hips jutted out as her body sought my touch.

“You think it’s that easy?” I whispered darkly in her ear. “I’m going to make you beg.”

“Yes.” She shuddered with need.

I held her immobile against the strength of my body while my hand teased her relentlessly. I alternated circling her clit with my fingertips until it was an engorged hot button, and slowly pushing my fingers into her velvet wet depths until she fought my bonds and repeatedly tried to ride my hand.

The lust that pounded through me threatened to control me. I fought my own desire as I teased her into a frenzy.

“You’re so wet,” I breathed into her ear. “You want this so bad.”

“Please, Viktor,” she tautly begged. Her eyes clung to mine in the mirror.

“The things I want to do to you,” I promised as I nuzzled her neck, wondering how long she’d last.

“Do that thing with your fingers again,” she panted.

I growled into her ear as I slowly fucked her with two fingers until she was almost there. I could feel her entire pussy clench as her hips involuntarily thrust back. Her head bowed against my shoulder, and I could feel her entire body tighten as she built toward an orgasm.

I pulled my fingers out.

She cried out in dismay, but I roughly pulled her hair back so my mouth could claim hers, swallowing her protest.

Without ceremony, I swung her into my arms and headed out to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed. Drugged on lust, she was sprawled out with an almost dazed look on her face. I positioned myself at the end of the bed.

I loved her surprised little shriek, followed by her nervous laughter, as I yanked her down the length of the bed. I pinned open her legs with my hands, exposing the sweetest part of her.

I practically salivated when I caught the scent of her sweet feminine nectar.

“Fun is just starting,” I told her before I latched my mouth lightly onto her clit. This move was immediately followed by her fingers yanking on my hair. I pushed her legs further apart and, using only my mouth, I toyed with her until she was a writhing mess.

“Please, Viktor,” she chanted. “Please, please, please.”

Blaire wanted to come. So bad.

Too bad my tongue wasn’t even close to being done. Her guttural cries of pleasure felt like a balm to my soul, so I selfishly continued to tease her, never letting her go over the edge.

“I can’t take it,” she begged. “Please, please, let me come.”

I had never eaten better pussy in my life. She tasted so sweet, so pure, so insane that I nearly lost my mind. I didn’t want any of this to end. I pushed my fingers into her and let her body ride them while my lips teased her clit.

I brought her to the edge of the abyss and back twice more.

“I’m begging you.”

I lifted my face from between her legs. “The only time you get to come is when you’re riding my cock.”

“That,” she cried. “Yes, that.”

I moved up the bed and knelt between her open legs. “I need a condom.”

She looked up at me through half-closed eyes. “I’m on birth control.”

I always used a condom, but for the first time in my life, I wanted it to be skin against skin with nothing between us. That thought of my bare cock inside of her made it surge up like a rocket while my loaded balls swung heavily.

I leaned over her without letting my body touch her. I kissed her until she was panting against my mouth. My body was built for sex—I was fast, strong and I had incredible discipline. I was generous with my attention, and I got turned on when a woman submitted to everything I wanted to give them.

But tonight, for the first time in my life, I felt my self-control slipping. My entire body was primed to fuck, and my desire was so molten it practically boiled inside of me.

I pulled back onto my haunches, and with one hand on the base of my engorged dick, I slowly slid it through her slippery folds. I pushed the tip into her core, and in response she whimpered.

“More.”

I fought my need to drive deep inside of her. I slowly pushed my cock inch by inch until I was buried inside of her.

It was fucking incredible.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes,” she chanted.

I lowered myself onto braced elbows, pushed her wet hair off her forehead and stared deep into her eyes. My cock pulsed inside her soft depths.

She was panting softly as she stared back at me.

I had never seen anyone more beautiful in my life. I could feel her light shining into my darkness, and even though I knew I didn’t deserve anything as good as her, I couldn’t stop myself.

And then I thrust against her and watched as her eyes rolled back. “Oh god.”

I started with slow, steady thrusts, using a rhythm that her own hips matched.

Little involuntary sounds of pleasure started to escape her as her hands wrapped around my neck.

I pulled them down and pinned her arms above her head. Her wide eyes were glued to my face, and they widened even more as I pushed my cock deeper inside her.

I trailed my mouth along her neck and behind her ear until she was arching against my mouth and squirming on my dick.

“Please, Viktor, please.” She clung to me and begged me for more.

My self-control was in tatters, but I couldn’t seem to stop teasing her to the point of torture. “What do you want, Blaire? Tell me.”

“I need more,” she moaned, unable to articulate how I had driven her body to this point of sexual intensity. She was like a powder keg ready to go off.

I feared my own needs, clawing at me like wild dogs, fighting to be released.

I thrust into her, long and fast, and her head fell back. She gave a low moan.

Once I started at that pace, I couldn’t stop.

My thrusts were deep, building with a savage intensity that matched her ongoing wail of desire.

She came apart in my arms with an orgasm that could have broken records. Her voice was a cracked, guttural scream as the tsunami of sensation overtook her. I pushed my cock deep into her and held there, impaling her as she convulsed on my hard desire.

It was only when she managed to drag her eyes open and stare back into mine that I allowed my body any release.

Three more thrusts, and the world went white and silent right before I shuddered my own orgasm deep inside her.