Free Russian Mobster's Stolen Wife by Bella Rose Page A

you.” She put her hands on her hips and even managed not to wince when her shoulder shifted. “See? I’m fine.”
    He sighed and wondered how to proceed. He had no desire to insult her pride, but there was no way he wanted to put her in harm’s way for the second time in one day. Although he could have stood there staring at her for eternity. She wasn’t wearing anything but her panties and one of his old T-shirts, and she looked damned enticing.
    “You know how fit I am?” Now there was a smile playing in the corner of her mouth.
    “No, but I have a feeling you’ve come up with something that will show me.”
    She marched around the bed. He turned, letting his legs hang over the edge and preparing to get up and chase her should she decide to make a run for it. With Flynn, there was really no telling what might happen.
    Then she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him. Grigori’s brain seemed to stutter as he wondered what her purpose might be. She stroked his thighs through his jeans. He froze. Her touch was electric. He could not have moved even if he had wanted to.
    Her fingers danced up the length of his legs toward his waist. She was staring at him, a mischievous grin on her face. When she unfastened his jeans and wiggled them down toward his hips, he was powerless to argue. He simply shifted his buttocks in order to let her pull the denim over his backside and down his legs.
    “You’re not wearing any underwear.” She sounded almost shocked.
    Considering it was his cock bouncing against his belly as though it were trying to pound some sense into him, Grigori didn’t figure he needed to comment.
    She took hold of his shaft with the hand of her good arm. He groaned. Her grip was firm, but also soft. The skin on the inside of her hand was silky smooth. She rubbed him as though she were playing, exploring his length and circling him with her fingers until he was panting with the exertion of holding back.
    “I’m fit, you know,” she told him. “I’m even well enough to do this.”
    Then she took his cock between her lips, and he thought he might die of the sheer pleasure. Her tongue skated up and down his length before circling around and around his head. She slid the tip of her tongue along the hole at the end of his penis and then toyed with the puckered flange.
    He was trembling with the ecstasy she was bringing him. Nothing had ever felt this good. She drew her cheeks in and sucked hard from the base, letting her mouth slide up his length until he popped free of her lips. Then she swallowed him whole and did it again. Bobbing her head up and down, she used the flat part of her tongue to tease the most sensitive part of his cock with each stroke. His hips jerked in response.
    Grigori twisted his fingers in the blankets to keep from grabbing her head. It was so tempting to hold her still and fuck her face until he could pour his seed across her tongue. But that wasn’t what he wanted.
    He could sense how turned on she was. Perhaps he could even smell the warm decadence of her pussy as her core began to heat and she creamed her panties as she crouched before him. He remembered what it was like to be inside her hot, tight pussy. And he wanted it again.
    With one hand he touched her hair. He threaded his fingers through the silky strands and watched her eagerly suck his cock as though there was nothing else in the world she would rather do. The sight was erotic beyond belief. Still, he wanted to feel her sweetness wrap around him as she came so prettily with his length inside her.
    “Flynn,” he murmured. “I want you so badly. I want to be inside your pussy. I’m going to have you right now. Do you understand?”
    She drew back, looking up and meeting his gaze as she gave his dick one last kiss on the tip. It surprised him when she stood. He’d expected her to get on the bed, but she removed her underwear and bent over the edge of the mattress instead.
    The sight of her long legs spread