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  “I’ll wait for you to call. I’ll keep my phone on me, should you need me.”

  Kole didn’t respond and ended the call. His eyes were still glued to Mila’s leg. He wanted those creamy legs wrapped around his waist. He let his gaze trail up her body and met her eyes.

  Tonight, she would be his.

  Chapter 9

  Mila couldn’t look away from Kole’s eyes even if she wanted to. She knew that he spoke of calling the blonde in the morning. It was getting harder to keep to her rule of not taking another woman’s man, but Kole Bozovic was not just any other man.

  He was a gangster. A leader. An alpha. One dangerous son of a bitch. Everything in him dripped sex appeal and made her pussy ache with need. He was everything that she wanted in a man. He was her equal, but right now, the one thing that would stop her pursuit was that he belonged to someone else.

  She watched as he knocked back the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on the table beside his oversized leather recliner. Her eyes were captivated by the tattoos on his fingers. She wanted to explore his body and discover every inked mark, starting with his hands.

  It was hard to beat down her libido when every move he made had her wanting to fall to her knees in front of him. She licked her lips as she imagined wrapping them around his cock. With the size of Kole, she knew that he would be blessed in that area.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked, his deep voice lowered.

  Could a woman be turned on by just the sound of a man’s voice? She wasn’t sure, but right now, the sound of his made her pussy slick. She paused, trying to think of something quick and witty to say, but failed. She was a gangster, a soldier in her family’s organization, not a comedian.

  “Something that I shouldn’t be,” she breathed. Her heart slammed against her chest as his eyes darkened. She was playing with fire, and like a moth to a flame, she couldn’t stay away from it.

  “Really?”

  She swallowed hard as she watched him stand from his chair. He shucked off his jacket and laid it across the arm of the couch as he walked toward her. She had to fight hard not fidget where she sat. He stood in front of her, and his dark gaze made her breaths come fast.

  How the hell did he have this type of effect on her?

  She watched with baited breath as he kneeled down in front of her. He slowly reached out and grabbed her leg, sliding his hand up her thigh. Her breasts grew heavy at the feel of his hands. He reached up and undid her thigh holster, setting her weapon down next to her on the loveseat.

  She bit her lip as he unsnapped the garter that held up her thigh-highs. His hands, rough with callouses, gave her goose bumps as he pushed her stocking down.

  “What are you doing?” she breathed, trying to hold back a groan. A shiver snaked its ways down her spine at the heat of his gaze. He looked as if he wanted to devour her, and she would let him.

  “Trying to make you comfortable.”

  Make her comfortable? She was strung tighter than barbed wire on a fence. She had to think of something to calm herself down and come to her senses.

  The blonde.

  “We can’t do this.” She gasped as he reached under her dress and repeated his action with the other garter and stocking.

  “Why not? We’re two consenting adults. I know that you want me just as much as I want to be buried balls deep inside of your sweet pussy.”

  A groan was ripped from her as he again reached underneath her dress and found the waistband of her thong. He snatched it off her and threw it over his shoulder.

  “We just can’t. Your girlfriend. I don’t sleep with men who are taken.” She couldn’t fight him, and it led her to her number one rule. He spread her legs and she tried to clamp them back together, but her body betrayed her.

  Her lace dress didn’t help the fact that she was sitting on a leather couch and caused her to slide down, allowing her legs to spread open wider. She knew that she looked like a brazen hussy with her pussy open and exposed to him. She watched him lick his lips as he glanced down at her exposed self. She ached to feel his tongue on her. She needed it like a crack addict needed their next hit.

  No, she couldn’t do this. She didn’t sleep with other women’s men.

  “So, I guess now would be the time to tell you that Meg and I are only friends. No benefits. Just each other’s plus ones.”

  “What?” she screamed as his two fingers slipped past her soaked labia. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as he pulled them back and thrust them deep again. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she gasped, throwing daggers at him with her eyes.

  His face cracked into a smile as he paused, leaving his fingers deep within her as he leaned forward and loomed over her.

  “It was so cute watching you trying to be so honorable. I couldn’t help it,” he said, before he crushing his lips to hers.

  Thank God!

  She wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on for dear life as he finger fucked her. His kiss was demanding and hot as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His fingers stretched her out, as if preparing her for him. Her anticipation to feel his cock deep within her grew as he angled his head and deepened the kiss.

  She protested as he broke the kiss and pulled back from her. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. The passion that burned in his eyes had her rotating her hips against his hand. His fingers felt wonderful, but she desired something else to be deep inside of her.

  “Can we do this now?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

  “Fuck yeah,” she practically shouted, pulling him in for another kiss, but he only allowed a small one this time.

  “Hold that thought. I need to taste this sweet pussy,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from her. She watched as he licked the remnants of her off his finger.

  “Well, let me help you then,” she murmured, scooting farther down on the couch, sliding her dress up to allow her legs to open wider. She wanted to make sure he had full access to her pulsating core.

  “You taste divine,” he said, licking his fingers again. Her body trembled as he studied her and ran his finger along her slit. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I just had to have this pussy.”

  She moaned, unable to speak as he parted her plump lips and covered her pussy with his mouth. He thrust his tongue deep within her folds, licking the entire length of her pussy. He swirled his tongue against her clit and she thrust her head back, eyes squeezed tight, and grunted as he sucked on her sensitive bud.

  “Shit!” she exclaimed as he took his fill of her.

  Moisture trailed down to the crack of her ass as he continued to work her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, pushing her core against his mouth. Her body trembled as he repeatedly thrust his fingers in her tight channel while focusing on her swollen nub. Emotions mounted in her chest. She was so close to release as her body grew tense.

  She opened her eyes and found his dark hair in between her legs so erotic, it tipped her over the edge. She released a scream as the waves of her orgasm crashed into her. She unconsciously reached out and grabbed his hair as she rode out her orgasm on his mouth.

  She panted hard, unable to catch her breath as she watched him sit back on his heels. Without a word, he stood and kicked his shoes off. His dark eyes locked on hers as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. She moved to sit forward, but he reached out a hand and pushed her back down.

  “No, stay just the way you are,” he murmured as he freed his jutting cock. He reached for his pants and pulled a gold wrapper from his wallet. The sound of him tearing into the wrapper was off in the distance as she focused on his newly freed manhood.

  She swallowed hard at the size of his cock. She imagined that he would be large, but her imagination didn’t do him justice. She was happy that he was a giving lover and had ensured that she released. She could feel it all over her, and could see the evidence on his face.

  She blew out a deep breath as he guided her legs up and out. He angled him
self over her, leaving her ass to hang over the edge of the couch. He dipped down, pushing his cock deep within her. He stood straight up, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her, leaving just the tip in. She rotated her hips, trying to entice him to come farther in.

  “Breathe, Mila,” he groaned as he pushed into her again. His face was strained as he settled in her tight sheath. Her pussy clenched down on him as she adjusted to the width of him. She took a breath, not realizing that she had been holding it. He pulled back and slammed into her as his hands gripped her legs. She thrust her pussy forward, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  His thick cock slammed into her, staking claim of her pussy. He filled her to the extreme, hitting all the right spots.

  “Kole,” she moaned, unable to form any other word.

  “Say it louder,” he demanded, increasing his rate as he pounded into her. His fingers dug into her legs as the passion between them mounted. He let loose a feral growl and grabbed by her waist and lifted her up in the air, not breaking their connection.

  Her eyes connected with his as he slammed her down on his cock.

  “Kole,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck tight, crushing herself against him.

  “Louder,” he growled, repeating his actions as she locked her ankles against his lower back. His hands dug deep into her ass cheeks as he controlled every motion and action of their coupling. His dominate nature excited her, bringing her to the edge again.

  “Kole!” This time his name was snatched from her at the same time he hollered her name.

  They both found their release together. He crushed her to him as he grunted repeatedly. She leaned her head against his forehead, holding her in place as she came down from her euphoric journey.

  He gently pulled his semi-hard length from her and slowly lowered her to the floor. She opened her eyes and stared up into his, unable to believe that he was able to wring two orgasms from her back to back.

  “Da,” she murmured, basking in the glow of their aftermath. He lowered his head and covered her mouth. She groaned as she tasted herself on his lips and loved it. The kiss was thorough and deep, leaving no doubt in her mind that there would be more to come.

  “You’ll sleep in my bed tonight,” he murmured against her lips.

  It wasn’t a request, but a demand. A demand that she didn’t mind fulfilling.

  “I don’t think there will be much sleeping,” she replied with a smile. “You Americans and your language. Don’t you mean, we’ll fuck the night away in your bed?”

  “I like the sound of that even better,” he said, placing another kiss on her lips. The sound of his cell phone ringing broke their spell, bringing them back to the real world. The world where someone was trying to kill her.

  “Shit, I need to get that,” he explained.

  She nodded her head and stepped back from him. She pulled her dress down and watched as he answered the phone. He spoke for a brief moment before ending the call.

  “Everything all right?” she asked.

  “For now. My men will be here shortly.”

  Chapter 10

  It was going to be a long night. Kole glanced at his watch and found it to be a little after one in the morning. He opened the kitchen door to allow Denis, Andre, and Vova to enter. According to Denis, they had found out some information.

  Vova Ustinov was the Belotov Brigadier. He was in charge of a small group of men in the Belotov organization. These men were deep in the streets, and when hot information was floating around, they were usually the ones that would report it to Vova.

  “Boss,” Vova greeted him with a nod as he entered the kitchen.

  “Vova.” Kole nodded to him before shutting the door. “Let’s go in the breakfast nook.”

  “Fresh coffee? Perfect,” Denis exclaimed as he grabbed a mug and poured himself some.

  “It’s going to be a long night. Grab some coffee.” He motioned Andre and Vova over to the coffee pot. He grabbed his and Mila’s mugs before heading toward the breakfast nook.

  His thoughts turned to their lovemaking and he couldn’t wait to send his men on so that they could continue what they’d started. He hadn’t even begun to get his fill of her. The taste of her still lingered on his lips and the sound of her screaming his name had his cock stirring. He willed it to settle down as he entered into the room.

  “Here you go.” He handed her a mug and took a seat at the table next to her.

  “Thank you,” she murmured in her native language.

  “You’re welcome,” he replied in the same language.

  “So, you speak Russian?” she asked with her eyebrow raised. It didn’t matter if she spoke English or Russian, her voice just did something for him. She could pick up a dictionary and read from it and his cock would get hard.

  Since he never brought anyone to his home who wasn’t close to him, meant that he didn’t have random women’s clothes around. He had found her a pair of his old sweatpants that she had to roll up, and one of his old college T-shirts.

  The little minx knew that she was sexy. The sight of her across from him with her dark hair flowing around her shoulders, had him wanting to snatch her off and carry her to his bedroom.

  “But, of course. I may have been raised here in the States, but my parents stressed that I learn the language.”

  He turned his attention to his men as they entered the room, and motioned for them to take a seat at the table.

  “I’m sure you all know Mila Petrovna,” he announced. “Mila, you’ve already met Andre and Denis. This here is Vova, my brigadier.”

  “Hello, boys.” She nodded before taking a sip of her coffee. The men returned the greeting before turning to him.

  “What have you found out?” he demanded. All thoughts of sliding in between Mila’s legs again disappeared. If he couldn’t keep her safe, someone would kill her. Even though they were in rival organizations, tonight, everything had changed. Now that he’d gotten a taste of Mila Petrovna, she would be his, and no one touched what belonged to him.

  “We found out, all right,” Vova announced. “According to word on the street, there was an attempt on Vladen Jaksch’s life tonight.”

  “What the hell does that have to do with me?” Mila snapped. Kole held up his hand to calm her down. She had the reputation of being a hot head, and right now, the Tokhan brigadier was pissed.

  “They’re saying that it was you,” Vova announced, his eyes meeting Mila’s. Kole’s eyes flew to her.

  “If I had went after Vladen, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been an attempt,” she growled, slamming her fist down on the table. Kole’s cock jumped at her fierce nature. Down boy, he thought to himself. Nothing like having a raging erection while they discussed organization business. “He would be dead.”

  “Well, be that as it may, you’re a wanted woman by the authorities and the Slokavich Bratva. Everyone is looking for you,” Denis said.

  “There’s no way you can show your face right now,” Andre announced as he leaned back in his chair. “You’ll need to lay low until your brother and father can take care of this.”

  “Was it the Slokavich that attacked at the hotel?” Kole asked.

  Denis shook his head. “No. Apparently, Jaksch has put out a price on her head. They’re offering up two million dollars to bring her to them alive, and one if she’s dead, so lower gangs and thugs are making their play to capture her.”

  “I need a phone.” Mila stood abruptly from the table. If looks could kill, they would all be dead. The men in the room eyed her wearily, knowing how dangerous she was. Kole nodded to Denis.

  “You can use mine. It’s clean.” Denis handed her his cell phone.

  “Thank you.” She paced near the window as she made her phone call. She broke off into rapid Russian with whoever she was speaking.

  “Did anyone see her leave with me?” he asked, looking around.

  “Not that we know of. One of my contacts with the police said that on the security v
ideo, once the smoke filled the room, she disappeared. Once the smoke cleared the room, she was nowhere to be seen,” Denis informed. Kole nodded, pleased. This would make it very easy for him to move her. No one would expect that she was with him.

  “What evidence do they have?” he asked his men.

  This was serious shit. The Slokavich and the Tokhan organizations were already known enemies. Anyone in the crime world would know that these were two of the largest rivals. An attempt on the boss would be a declaration of war between the two bratvas.

  “From what they’re saying, hard evidence. Witness testimonies, fingerprints, and video proof,” Denis announced. Curses echoed around the room.

  “All of that can be altered,” Kole announced. He held back a growl and knew that Mila was correct. Her reputation as that of a deadly woman who went after the pakhan of the Slokavich Bratva would have them planning a funeral.

  “It sure as hell can be.” Mila walked back to the table, tossing Denis his phone. “I just spoke to my brother, and the Slokavich have officially declared war on us. There will be no going home for me now.”

  “Denis, press on your contact and find out everything you can. I want to know what the police know,” Kole barked.

  “Yes, boss,” Denis promised.

  “Vova, I want your men to keep their ears to the streets. When Mila’s name is mentioned, I want to know about it,” he demanded, tapping his knuckles on the table. Her family may be handling clearing her name and dealing with the Slokavich, but Kole had been charged with keeping her safe, and that he would.

  “We need to get you out of New York,” Kole announced. Her eyes flew to him. He knew that would be the best thing. Right now, things would be too hot. If law enforcement was involved, he was sure as hell that included the Feds. “I’ll do as your father asked of me, and we’ll leave tomorrow.”