Sasha: A Dark Mafia Romance (Belles & Mobsters)

Dusk started to fall and cast shadows on Branka’s body.

I watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the glow of her naked body tempting me to take her again. And again. Until she was so sore, she’d feel me for months.

Fuck, I had lost all semblance of sanity. We should be on our way to the airport. Instead, I contemplated fucking her again. If I let my dick guide me, her brother would find us and take her away from me.

Killing him would definitely alienate Branka so I’d just have to… I don’t know. Maybe half-kill him. Fuck! Not killing him would be a problem. Losing her would be an even bigger problem.

Not just for me. But for everyone because I’d start killing enemies and friends for even thinking about taking her from me.

Just the thought of losing her sent a slight tremble to my hands.

My life was shaped by a psychotic and obsessive mother. The words she spoke to me right as she took her own life made me who I was today. I still remembered those brief moments right before she took her life.

Vasili found her battered body after she jumped, but nobody knew the words she spoke to me right before. Nobody knew she almost took Tatiana with her.

My gaze swept down Branka’s body. She was fucking gorgeous, every man’s wet dream. But it was so much more than that. I loved her strength, sassy mouth, and her rebel spirit. I’d allow her any liberties but one.

Her freedom. It was mine.

I did the right thing. I fucking waited. Seven goddamn years. But now, I took her virginity. She was mine and nobody could take her from me.

My phone beeped, signaling that uninvited guests were approaching. It meant I had exactly twenty minutes to get us out of here. I stepped forward, opening the dresser and digging out clothes for Branka.

I grinned, pulling out a red dress. She’d look hot in it and it would be my reminder of her virginity that I’d claimed. I grabbed the red underwire choker lingerie with matching panties and bra. My dick instantly hardened. She’d wear it until we get to our destination and then I’d fuck her holding on to the chain.

Images already swarmed my mind and my cock demanded I do it now. Fucking uninvited visitors. Nobody had the right etiquette anymore.

Sitting down on the bed, I nudged her awake.

She swatted my arm, then attempted to shift away.

“Wake up,” I told her. “Time to go.”

She opened her sleepy eyes, those stormy grays capturing me. Always pulling me in.

“But we just got here,” she murmured.

I didn’t want to reveal that her brother was on our tail. She’d attempt to fight me. Although the thought of her choosing her brother over me seared like acid in my veins and burned like ashes.

“Get dressed and I’ll buy you a phone.”

That got her moving. I knew Branka lived for her phone. She was a social platform queen. My queen.

She took clothes from me and glanced at the size. “When did you have time for shopping?”

“I’ve had them for years,” I told her. Her head swished my way and our gazes locked. The meaning of it wasn’t lost on her. I always planned on coming for her. Alexei caught me purchasing shit for her online and just shook his head.

“Stalkerish,” she muttered.

She had no idea.

She returned the attention to the clothes and she grabbed the choker. “What in the hell is that?” she grumbled.

“You put that on before your pants and shirt.”

“Get the fuck out,” she retorted dryly. “And here I thought I put it on afterward.”

I didn’t fuck the sassiness out of her, I thought amused.

“I’m not putting that on,” she announced, handing it back to me.

I pushed it back to her. “Yes, you are. And I’ll reward you later for it.”

She blinked, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. “You will?”

“Yes, I will.”

Lust turned her eyes into molten silver. That color would never be the same. When we get married, I’d ensure she wore a silver dress. Fuck white.

“You swear it?” Her voice was throaty, her lips slightly parted.

“I promise, my insatiable kotyonok.”

We took the elevator down to the underground garage where my cars were parked.

Branka looked gorgeous in her off-the-shoulder red mini dress that hugged her curves and left her long legs bare. Instead of wearing heels, she opted for white flats. She looked good in red. And that choker gave me all kinds of ideas. The kind that involved staying in the bedroom for days.

Maybe it was my imagination or some post-getting-laid bliss, but her eyes had a hue of color this morning. Like the sky with specks of gray clouds in the clear blue sky.

I held her hand just because I could and she was so soft. She didn’t try to pull her hand away and my chest warmed. I ran my thumb across her pulse on the back of her wrist and she shuddered.

Still, she left her hand in mine.

We stopped in front of the rows of keys, and I reached for the Land Rover. It’d be our fastest way out if we had to take shortcuts.

Once in the vehicle, she pulled down her visor. I watched her run her fingers through her thick mane. It was such a simple thing but it had my blood humming in approval.

“So where are we going?” she asked, pushing the visor back up.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I loved her in my space.

“It’s a surprise.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, then.” She crossed her legs, then glanced out the window. “When do I get my phone?”

My eyes traveled over her long legs.

“Soon.”

She flicked a hesitant gaze to me. “What is it with these short answers?”

Frustration ran through me. I had just been buried deep inside her pussy and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted her again. On her knees with my cock deep down her throat. On her hands and knees. And most of all, I wanted her tied to my bed, at my mercy.

But she’d have to trust me first.

“Sasha?”

I drew my attention back to Branka.

Each soft look by her burned a hole in my chest and tattooed her name in bold letters onto my heart.

And suddenly, I knew. There’d be no moving on from Branka Russo in this life.

Only in death.

As we boarded the plane, a frown pulled on Branka’s lips.

“What’s the matter?”

We entered the cabin and she took a seat on the white-leather couch. Her bottom lip between her teeth, she kept twisting her wrist while her fingers from the other hand wrapped around it. I took a seat next to her and took her face into my hands.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

The gaze of rainy clouds met mine and pulled on my heart. It was in that very moment, that very fucking moment, I realized I loved this woman. It wasn’t the sweet kind of love. Or gentle. It was the burning kind that would tear down the world and everyone in it if she left me.

“I want to call my brother,” she answered, then swallowed. “And Killian.”

The icy rush of panic slithered through me. I let go of her face or risked crushing her skull.

“No.” The rainy clouds in her eyes turned to thunder.

She didn’t love me. Just like Mama didn’t love me. Like Papa didn’t love Mama.

Branka doesn’t love me.

The images of my own mother unhinged and crazy muttering to herself played in my mind. Round and round she went, until she jumped off, killing herself.

“They should know I’m okay,” she protested.

“No.”

“Eventually, I’m going to go back home,” she hissed.

I’d never let her leave. She was mine now.

Jealousy was an ugly thing. I saw it first hand with my mother. I swore I’d never get in so deep. Yet, fighting it now would be like swimming against the tide.

Round and round we go.

Branka turned her face away from me, like she couldn’t stand to look at me. My chest tightened. My heart twisted with rage that any man would ever touch her. Just the thought of it marred my vision with a red mist.

My hand wrapped around her slim neck, keeping her face on me. Always on me.

“You’re a jerk,” she breathed, anger crossing her expression. “I hate your psychotic ass.”

I applied pressure against her neck. She didn’t pull away. Instead her eyes hazed over, anger turning to molten silver. Lust.

Victory rushed through my veins and sent heat to my groin. I squeezed her neck tighter and her body leaned into my touch. Her lips parted and those eyes watched me half-lidded with so much need that it sent a shudder down my spine.

She might not love me, but she desired me. I’d use that and make her love me. I just needed time.

“Spread your legs and show me how much,” I said, my tone hoarse. “Have your pussy show me how much you hate me.”

Her neck bobbed, movement delicate under my touch.

“Scared, kotyonok?” I challenged with a smirk. Her eyes narrowed, but her breathing betrayed her. Her chest rose and fell, her chest turned blotchy. “Scared that you’ll realize you’re lying to yourself or to me?”

“Neither,” she muttered.

We were already up in the air, on our way to Russia. This could be a good way to kill some time. I’d fuck love into her, have her forget about everything and everyone but me.

Yes, good plan.

I tilted her face up so she’d look at me. “Prove it,” I demanded. “Show me how much your pussy hates me.”

A tremor rolled down her body. Her eyes shone like diamonds. The pressure in my chest increased.

“You’re going to prove to me how much you hate me.”

I scooped her up into my arms and started for the back of the plane where the bedroom was.

I set Branka on her feet, then waited. Waited for her to stop me. Waited for her to tell me she didn’t want me.

She didn’t stop me. She didn’t move.

Just watched me with those eyes that had the power to bring me to my knees. I just had her hours earlier and I wanted her again. So fucking bad. This lust and need for her grabbed hold of me and twisted me beneath my skin.

It demanded I own her. That I control her.

Branka’s hand came to my chest and that simple touch burned. It branded me. A reluctant rush of heat ran to my groin. I lowered my eyes to watch her hand trail down my abs. It wasn’t good enough. I wanted her on my skin. I wanted my hands on her skin.

I reached for the zipper of her dress. The sound of it sent an echo through the back of the plane. The dress slid down her body and pooled around her feet, leaving her in her undergarments and that red choker.

It was the best sight. Fucking ever.

She reached out and grabbed the hem of my shirt, then pulled it over my head. Kicking off my boots, I unbuckled my belt and got rid of my pants.

Branka’s eyes lowered to my chest, staring at my tattoos, then lower to my cock glistening with precum. My fucking groin throbbed, eager to get inside her. When her hazy gaze lifted to mine, a ripple of darkness slithered through me.

I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I needed to get my shit together. I needed to get my fill of her. The need to tie her up and gag her, then punish her for ever entertaining marriage with Killian.

How many times did Killian kiss her? Touch her? See her smile? Irish fucking bastard.

Her back pushed up against the wall. My mouth took hers for a rough kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her thighs clenched around me.

“I want it,” she rasped.

“What do you want?” I demanded roughly. I wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me what you want, kotyonok.”

“I want your cock,” she breathed against my mouth.

Tearing her panties to shreds, I thrust my cock into her. Hard. Rough. Deep. She cried out, not expecting anything so brutal. My control snapped. My need grew.

“More,” she demanded, her drenched pussy strangling my cock. She was so fucking tight that I almost came right there and then.

I hissed through my teeth as heat curled at the base of my spine.

Frustration lit up my back. No woman had ever rattled me. This woman on the other hand had me acting like a horny teenager.

She was so wet that I slid in and out of her, ramming my hips into hers so hard that the wall rattled with the force of it. Her head arched backwards, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, holding on to me as I pounded into her like a madman. My balls slapped against her ass. Her moans filled the space and her pussy clenched every time my cock disappeared inside her.

“Look at us, kotyonok,” I demanded roughly. “Look how perfectly my cock fits inside your tight cunt.” I paused my thrusts, still deep inside her. “Look now.”

Her half-lidded eyes lowered to our joined bodies, my shaft deep inside her. A visible shudder rolled over her.

She started grinding against me, up and down, both of our eyes glued to my dick sliding in and out of her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Please,” she gasped, grinding mindlessly against me. Her eyes fluttered shut, tilting back against the wall. “I need– oh, God.”

I yanked her hair and forced her to watch as I fucked her. In and out. Deep and hard. My orgasm lurked, ready to unleash with each thrust. Ramming into her, I could feel her clenching, fighting her own orgasm.

“Sasha, please,” she panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Please.”

Her hips arched, her hair sticking to her forehead. I wanted to fuck her ass, taste her on my tongue, tie her up and mark her with my teeth, flogger and my hands, then make her come. I wanted it so bad that it made my balls ache. She moaned, rocking against me.

Her fingers clawed at my shoulders and she unraveled. I thrust into her, over and over again, fucking her through her orgasm. She exploded on my cock, and I let myself go. Feeling just her and her drenched pussy.

With one last thrust, I spilled deep inside her, remaining buried to the hilt while she trembled from the force of her orgasm. Her heartbeat thudded erratically, in rhythm with mine. Our eyes locked, then slowly lowered to see us still connected, my seed sliding down her inner thighs.

And satisfaction grew inside me. If I impregnate her, she’d stay with me. Never leave me. Branka was loyal, almost to a fault, and our baby would have all her loyalty.

I slowly lowered her down on her unsteady legs. She stood in front of me, naked and beautiful. Like a fucking goddess. My goddess.

I leaned closer to her and braced my hands on either side of her head. Her eyes came to my shoulders, studying the phoenix tattoo.

She touched the phoenix. “Vozroditsya.” When she blinked, I explained. “Reborn. You’re my rebirth. I’ve waited for you for a long time, kotyonok.”

She looked at me with wide eyes.

“And this one?” she rasped, her fingers trembling as she traced them over my latest tattoo.

“That one is to remember how perfect your teeth are on my skin.”