Stolen by the Mob Boss : A Russian Mafia Romance (Bratva Hitman) by Nicole Fox (classic fiction TXT) 📗

Then I woke up.

Part of me was relieved, but another part was pissed. I wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but I wonder. What would happen if that dream became a reality? Would it satisfy me the way working for Mr. X does? Could we really make a simple life like that work out?

I grit my teeth and tighten my grip on the steering wheel. I don’t have time to wonder about these things. We’re close to getting Konstantin. I can feel it. With all the information that Lucy’s told me, I have his entire schedule mapped out. Now it’s just a matter of picking the perfect time to inject him and get him in the car.

I pull into the garage and climb out of the car twenty minutes later. The house is silent. For a minute, I’m sure she did leave. Then I find her sitting in the living room, knees drawn to her chest, writing on a legal pad. I don’t keep technology around the house, outside of my phone, but she insisted I get her some way to write.

There’s something beautiful about the way she looks right now. She’s lost in whatever world she’s created. She doesn’t look concerned about Konstantin or her grandmother or anything. She looks happy. That sinking feeling comes back to me, only this time, it’s different.

The more time I spend around her, the closer I feel, and that can’t happen. If it does, that means it’ll hurt more when we eventually part ways. My rules are in place for a reason, and I can’t go breaking them. Keep it simple. Lucy helps me with Konstantin, I kill him, and we never speak to each other again.

The hard part is convincing my body of this plan. Seeing her in her element stirs something inside of me that’s more than just arousal. I’m not giving it a name. I’m not letting it be valid. Swallowing down that feeling, I step into the living room. She looks up at me and puts down her paper and pencil.

“That took longer than you said,” she remarks, standing up. She’s changed out of her workout gear and is now in a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“Sorry,” I shrug.

She glares at me, then smiles. “Lucky for you, I had a stroke of genius.”

“Did you now?”

“Yup!”

Lucy goes into great detail about a plot point that she worked her way through. After struggling with it for days, she finally figured out how to get out of the hole she’d written herself into. She won’t let me read any of her work, but from the sound of it, it’s probably something I’d be interested in reading. Sex, murder, and a dark underworld in a city most people think is lighthearted and scandal-free. Right up my alley.

I try to listen, but I don’t exactly know everything she’s talking about. Still, it’s nice just listening to her go on and on. When she gets this excited, the last thing I want to do is cut her off. I like the way she talks. I like how animated she gets, talking with her hands, her eyes growing wider and wider. Finally, when she finishes her story, she hops up from the couch.

“You still owe me my prize.” Lucy steps up to me and gives me a push, towards the backyard.

“You want it out there?” I ask.

“That’s where we started. I want to finish it there.”

I don’t argue with her. Instead, I pull her close to me and kiss her hard. We move backwards at the same time, stepping into the grass. Without warning, Lucy does the same maneuver as before and sends me sprawling on my back. That’s twice in one day, I note. She’s getting too good at this. I need to keep my guard up around her.

She stands above me, slowly unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off. She steps out of them, and I get a glimpse of her body. She’s not wearing anything underneath. When she climbs on top of me, she doesn’t stop to sit in my lap. Instead, she moves higher until she’s right on my face.

I don’t need any further instructions. I grab her hips and tug her down, tasting her. Lucy lets out a moan as I flick my tongue over the folds of her skin. My movements are slow at first. I want to tease her. Make her practically beg me to grant her some relief. Rather than diving right in, I kiss at her inner thighs, nipping with my teeth every now and then. I run my nose against her, inhaling the delicious scent of her body.

“Yes,” she purrs, rolling her hips with me.

Finally, I lap at her hungrily, working my tongue against her pussy with skill. Her eyes squeeze tight and she bites down on her bottom lip, riding me faster. I let a hand slide up her thighs and over to her clit, where I rub circles. Her head falls back, mouth wide open, her long blonde hair brushing against her lower back.

My cock aches in my pants, but I don’t even consider taking care of it. Right now, this is what I want. I want her to come undone. I want her to lose her goddamn mind with my tongue between her legs. I don’t plan on stopping until she’s trembling, putty in my hands.

“Fuck, Roman,” she whimpers, reaching for my free hand. She laces her fingers through mine and squeezes tight. I smirk with satisfaction, but I never pull away to speak. I bury my tongue inside of her, deep, tasting every last inch I can. Lucy’s hips move in a flurry and she grinds against me like it’s the last thing she might ever do.

“I—I’m close,” she manages to get out.

I slip my hand free from hers and grab her breast, twisting her nipple firmly. It hardens almost instantly, and following that, she begins a continuous moan. She slides against my face without stopping, and when