Russian Mobster's Secret (4 page)

“This guy she works with kept poking fun at her, telling her she was fat and ugly. He made a lot of jokes at her expense and spread them around the office. She works in finance, so I think he called her the cash cow. I don’t know.” She rolled her eyes. “It was something totally stupid, but Susan took it pretty hard.”

“Any woman would.” He kept his tone flippant. “You’re all a bunch of shallow wenches who spend half of every day worrying about what everyone else thinks about your shoes.”

“Seriously? That’s what you come up with?” Oksana unceremoniously kicked him in the shin.

“I’m sorry, what did you want me to say?” He held out his arms. “It sounds like Susan could use my services. I’ll tell her how sexy she is, give her a few good romps between the sheets and build up her confidence. It’s like a public service!”

“Why am I surprised that you think a one night stand with a player like you would help things? She needs a good guy for a long term relationship. I think I’ve got some people in mind. I just need her to be confident enough in her own appeal to be willing to give them a chance.”

“So you steer her toward
Nicolai
?” Even the thought of that little bastard putting his hands all over Susan’s curves made Kirill grind his teeth in irritation. “I thought you just said you didn’t want her to be with a player?”

“Nicolai is harmless and you know it.” Oksana shook her head sadly. “The man is good looking and he’s a decent lay, but he has zero interest in a woman past that first time.”

“And you think that will make Susan feel more confident?” Kirill frowned. “There’s a flaw in your logic, sister.”

“I don’t think she’s going to sleep with Nicolai. But she’s going to know that she
could,
and that will make her feel good about herself.” Oksana seemed to have that nonsense all figured out.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” He didn’t like that idea for more than one reason, but he wasn’t about to list them for Oksana.

“So my point is that your little stunt last night interfered with my plan. Stay away from Susan. Got it?”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, baby sister,” he told her with lazy indifference. “But if a woman shows interest in me, I’m going to respond appropriately.”

“She hasn’t shown interest. I talked to her this morning.”

“You did.”

“Yes! She was really pissed that you interfered. She’s hoping to go back to the club tonight so she can score another dance with Nicolai. It’s working perfectly. She totally wants to dance with him, but she’s already decided there’s no way she’s sleeping with him. See? She’ll reject Nicolai, and that’ll give her confidence.” Oksana gave him a look that made Kirill seem like a bug about to be squashed. “So go somewhere else tonight. Got it?”

He made a noncommittal noise. Susan wanted him to leave her alone? Or Oksana only thought she did? Either way, the situation was going to require a little more investigation on his part.

Chapter Five

Things were not going exactly as planned for Susan. The club was hopping. The music was great. There were people everywhere dancing and having a great time. But Susan was beginning to realize that having sex with Kirill had altered her perspective a bit.

First of all, her gaze kept wandering to the club entrance as though her mind couldn’t stop looking for Kirill. She was trying to dance with Nicolai. Except last night he had seemed sexy and maybe a little dominant. Tonight, she couldn’t help but think of him as a moron with about twenty sets of hands and no idea what to do with them.

Susan rebuffed Nicolai’s attempt to get underneath her skirt for about the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes. Once again, she laced her fingers with his and lifted them above their heads. She gyrated and swung her hips to the beat of the music, but Nicolai only seemed interested in getting her to spread her legs right there in public.

“What is your problem?” Susan finally backed off and flung Nicolai’s hands away from her hips.

“Me?” He looked affronted. “What’s
your
problem? Last night you were all over me.”

“And tonight you’re all over me, dumbass!” She made a face at him. “Only I don’t want you anywhere near me!”

Susan turned and stalked off through the dancers. She was so done with this guy that she didn’t even know where to begin.

Oksana stopped her just before she made it to the exit. Her friend was dressed to the nines once again in a fitted tank dress made of some kind of stretchy, sparkly silver material and heels so high they made her legs look a mile long.

“Where are you going?” Oksana demanded. “I thought you wanted to dance with Nicolai.”

“You know what?” Susan pursed her lips. “I can totally do better.”

Oksana gave her a little hug and then bounced up and down in her impossible shoes. “Fuck yeah you can!”

“Why do I feel like I’m about to get ambushed?” Susan asked suspiciously.

Oksana smiled with obvious excitement. “Because I have this amazing guy I want you to meet. He’s so perfect for you! I just knew you needed to get over what that asshole did to you at work. That’s all.”

“And you thought Nicolai would help me do that?” Susan wondered if her friend had a screw loose.

“Would you have said you deserved better
before
Nicolai?”

Susan couldn’t really argue that point. Especially since that feeling had nothing to do with Nicolai and everything to do with Kirill. Oksana wouldn’t have appreciated that at all.

“So will you meet this guy?” Oksana pressed.

“Tomorrow,” Susan finally agreed. “Not tonight.”

“Perfect!” Oksana clasped her hands, looking like a beauty queen during the Q&A round.

“Good night, Oksana,” Susan said pointedly. But her friend was already off to find her next conquest.

KIRILL WAITED IN the shadows across the street from Susan’s house. Her windows were dark, and the place was deserted. He had already been to the club. He had seen the cab pull up to the curb before dropping off Oksana and Susan. It had galled him to stand there and do nothing while Susan went inside, but he had known it was the best course of action.

Now he watched as another cab pulled up outside Susan’s house. She got out alone and strode to her front door like a woman on a mission. Or probably more likely a woman annoyed. It was difficult to say, but Kirill knew what she looked like when she was satisfied, and this was not it.

“Couldn’t find a partner to suit you at the club?” he called out across the street.

She whirled on her heels, wobbling for just a moment. “You!”

“Yes. Me.”

“Where were you?” she demanded, walking down her front steps and stopping at the edge of the sidewalk.

“Why?” He couldn’t help but grin. “Were you looking for me? I thought you were going to the club to get another dance with Nicolai?”

“Who—” Her confusion turned to irritation. “Did Oksana tell you that?”

“Who else?”

“Ugh! Your sister needs to learn to keep her mouth shut!” Susan stomped her foot in a fit of pique.

He sauntered across the street. “I would agree with you there, but Oksana did have some interesting insight to offer about you.”

“Oh, I bet.”

He moved in closer. So close that he caught a hint of her scent. “You don’t seem happy about that.”

“No happier than you would be if you knew what horrible things she says about
you.
In fact, if I wanted to believe all of the rumors she quoted me, you’re nothing but a pathetic wannabe gangster.”

He chuckled. “Yes, she does seem to be into spreading rumors.”

“Oh God! Did she tell you about the rumors at my work?” Susan covered her face with her hands and groaned. “Why does she do this to me?”

“She means well.” He wasn’t sure why he felt so inclined to soothe her pride. He simply knew he wanted to make her smile.

“Meaning well doesn’t make it okay to be a busybody.” She turned her back to him. “I think I’m going to go to bed. This day needs to be over.”

“Does it?” Kirill watched her body language. “Because you don’t look as if you’re done.”

“Oh really?” The look of skepticism she sent his way was scorching. “What? Are you going to tell me that I look like I need to relax?”

SUSAN WAS REELING from the knowledge that Kirill knew about her embarrassment at work. How graphic had Oksana
been
? She hated to imagine what her friend had said. For now, Susan was ready to go hide under her covers and try to forget any of this had happened.

“As a matter of fact, I wasn’t going to say a word about relaxation. That would come later.” Kirill leaned in close. “First, I’m going to make you very, very tense.”

“Is that right?” She put her hand on her hip to hide her trembling. The tone of his voice was reminding her of the decadent amount of pleasure this man could bring her with merely a look.

He lifted his hand and let his fingers trace the neckline of her dress. The light touch made her suck in a quick breath. Her nipples instantly hardened, and she grew lightheaded. The tip of his index finger slipped between her breasts, following the line of her cleavage.

“Shall I do the same with my tongue?” he asked softly.

They were standing on the street in front of her house. It was late, but people might still be watching. She had no business letting him touch her at all, but she couldn’t refuse.

“Yes.” Susan exhaled the word on a breath.

He moved closer. He lowered his head and licked a light trail across the tops of her breasts before dipping down low between the full globes. She felt a corresponding pull below her navel. It was as if everything between her legs was beginning to melt.

“Ask me inside, Susan.”

“Why should I?”

His low, sexy laugh drew a visceral response from her. “Because you want to.”

She forced herself to turn and walk away. It was a deliberate attempt to exert her free will. Unfortunately, he followed along in her wake and ruined everything. She climbed the three solitary steps to her front door. She’d forgotten to turn on the porch light, and the door was shrouded in shadows.

“Invite me in,” he said.

She searched for her key. “What are you? A vampire?”

“Obviously not. You’re still alive, correct?” He pulled her abruptly into his arms.

Susan gasped as his lips touched her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. She should have been pulling away, but she couldn’t make her body obey. The feel of his kisses on the thin skin at the base of her neck was erotic. Her heart was racing, and she was getting so turned on that she could feel the slippery wetness coating the insides of her thighs.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked. “I think that you are. I think that when I pull your dress up like this—” He tugged her skirt up nearly to her waist. “—and put my fingers in your pussy—” He slid his hand down the front of her panties and right between her nether lips into her slit. “—I think I’ll find that you want me as badly as I want you.”

She couldn’t protest. It felt too good to have him stroking her clit. He straddled the tiny nub with two fingers and began to rub in small circles. She was going to come. She could feel the burning sensation building quickly out of control. A series of little gasps escaped her lips, and then she was flying.

“That’s right, Susan,” Kirill whispered. “Come for me.”

HE WOULD NEVER get tired of this woman. The thought came unbidden as Kirill felt the rolling contractions of her orgasm flexing against his fingers. He wanted to be inside her so badly. Nothing else mattered.

He spun her around to face the porch railing. She reflexively grabbed hold of the post. The position left her bent at the waist with her delectable ass barely covered by her skirt. He roughly pulled her skirt up above her waist. Her thong was pink this time. He hooked his thumb in the fabric and held it aside.

There was no foreplay or preamble this time. He had no time for that. He fumbled at his waist with his jeans and pulled out his cock. Spreading her cheeks apart, he fit the head of his dick to her sopping wet opening and penetrated her in one hard thrust.

Susan gave a little squeak, but made no noise of protest. She was panting and gasping, and he could actually feel her spiraling toward a second orgasm. Kirill grabbed her hips and fucked her the way he had before. It was different than any other lover he’d had before. She met him with each stroke. Her body yielded perfectly to his. It was as though she had been made for him and him alone.

Kirill growled as he felt his own climax closing in. The cool night air ruffled his hair, and he felt the heat of Susan’s skin against his. Then his balls tightened, and he convulsed as he came hard. Beneath him he felt Susan reach her second peak at the same time. She cried out as her body clenched tight around his. The long vein in his shaft pulsed as he poured the last of his seed deep into her body.

Pulling out of her body with a gasp, he had to grab hold of the porch post in order to stay on his feet. He felt lightheaded with the aftershocks rippling through his muscles.

“God, woman, what you do to me,” he muttered.

“You?” She gave a wry laugh. “I just let you fuck me on my front porch in view of any neighbor who chanced to look out the window.”

“It’s too dark to see much,” he pointed out, amused by her modesty.

“Oh really?” She produced a house key from a hidden spot beneath the porch railing. “I feel like you can say that because you don’t live here.”

Kirill didn’t comment. There really wasn’t much to say. Besides, he had lingered too long already. He gave Susan one last heated look then turned and walked away.

Chapter Six

Four weeks later...

Susan gazed out her front windows. It was dark outside. There was no moon, and the glow of the streetlamps was nothing but a dull orange halo that barely penetrated the darkness. She’d been standing here for nearly an hour. It was close to two o’clock in the morning.

Turning away from the window, she pulled her thin robe closer around her body. She felt chilled. This was the first time in a month of having secret liaisons with Kirill that he’d been late like this. Usually he appeared not long before midnight. She could barely believe that Oksana hadn’t figured out what was going on. Susan had been putting her off about meeting the “perfect guy” with a series of weak excuses that were wearing pretty thin.