Mafia Boss's Fearless Lover (The Karzhov Crime Family series Book 1) (4 page)

When she felt her back come up against the wall of windows, Katya steeled her spine and prepared herself for what was to come. She watched his eyes darken as they made a leisurely path up and down her body before coming to rest on her face once more.

Nikolai sensed the mixture of desire and wariness in her and almost smiled. He didn’t mind if she was cautious, as long as she admitted that there was something between them. As he finished his approach, Katya tipped her head back to maintain eye contact, licking her bottom lip nervously.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he told her softly.

“Do what?” she asked, licking her lips again.

“That.”

“Lick my lips?” Katya felt the heat coming off his body as he stood toe-to-toe with her.

“Yes.” Nikolai lifted a hand and let it funnel underneath her hair, letting the strands flow through his fingers.

“Why?” Katya asked, trying not to follow his hand with her head. When his fingers found the nape of her neck, she moaned instinctively in pleasure. She closed her eyes and tilted her head into his hand.

The last week had been so stressful. She’d been fighting a headache almost since the moment she’d heard the men outside her house and listened to FBI agents discussing her parents’ murder so clinically, as if it was an everyday occurrence.

Her emotions, combined with stress of the unknown, and a severe lack of sleep, all came rushing to the surface as she gave into the need for human contact. She raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck and when he didn’t protest her forwardness Katya laid her head against his chest.

Nikolai could feel the tension in her body and knew it wasn’t all because of physical desire. When she melted against him, he lifted his free hand and began a slow kneading of her shoulders and down both sides of her spine. Soon his other hand joined the massage, as he located and then worked out the sore muscles along her back. As he worked his way down her spine, he felt his own body tightening to an almost unbearable degree.

Fighting for control, he gently tilted his hips away from her, hoping to give himself some relief, only to huff out a laugh when she followed, plastering her hips right up against his once again.

Katya instinctively followed his movements, all too aware of the hardness pushing against her belly, yet not willing to forego the small amount of comfort she felt being so close to him. She knew it was probably wrong, but she needed his nearness. His touch. Anything to make the past two months fade away, if only for a few moments.

Katya didn’t pretend it was anything more than a brief encounter. She’d take what pleasure he could give her tonight, and then tomorrow she’d find her uncle and figure out how to go forward. But tonight, this was hers.

Nikolai was fighting with his conscience as his hands made their way to the small indents at the base of her spine. His body was demanding he finish what had begun in the club, but his mind was telling him he needed to back off; she was vulnerable and he be taking advantage of her if he took things any farther this night.

Katya was unaware of his inner struggle, focused on the pleasure she knew he could provide. She reached behind his back, pulling his shirt from his waistband and then quickly started in on the buttons of his shirt. When he moved to stop her, she shook her head, misinterpreting his actions, “No, I want to do this. You promised me I could see the rest of your tattoos later. Later is
now
.”

Nikolai tried once again to stop her, “Katya, this isn’t a good idea.”

His comment caused her to push back and narrow her eyes at him, “What? You didn’t feel that way when we were in the elevator.”

“Things have changed,” he argued.

“In what way? I’m still here. Your body still wants me. I—”

“You’re upset. I don’t want you to have any regrets come morning.”

Katya laughed sarcastically. “Really? Your conscience chooses this moment to kick in? What about what I want? What I need?” she challenged.

Nikolai smoothed the back of his fingers down her cheeks, “What do you need?”

“I need you to help me forget the horribleness of the last few months. I need you to help me understand why I feel the way I do around you.”

“That statement right there just reaffirms that we need to stop this.”

“No! It doesn’t! I mean…I...”

“What do you mean?” he asked, wanting to understand what was behind her agitation.

“I…you…you make me feel things I’ve only ever read about in books. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, my uncle was so upset when he left—”

“Do not worry about Danil.”

“I can’t help it. I mean, he’s the only family I have left, and he was angry with me, and he scares me…,” Katya broke off, not meaning to disclose that thought aloud. “What I mean to say—”

“Katya, stop. Danil is a very hard man with a quick temper and even quicker fists. Now, that doesn’t mean to say that I think he would ever harm you willingly, but there’s a reason he’s been alone most of his life. Whatever happens, I will not allow him to harm you. Do you understand?”

Katya could see the truth in Nikolai’s eyes and nodded, “Thank you.”

Hugging her close to him once more, he rested his chin atop her head, “Why don’t we sit down and talk some more?”

Kat shook her head against his chest, pushing back enough to gain access to his shirt’s buttons and resume undoing them. “Why don’t we not?”

Nikolai opened his mouth to protest at the same time she placed her warm lips against his newly bared chest. When her tongue flicked over the muscles above his heart, whatever resistance he’d been about to mount fled in the face of a lust he could no longer fight.

“Are you positive this is what you want?” he asked as he bent to slide an arm beneath her legs and lift her up against his chest. “I can’t promise to go slow. You’ve been warned.”

Kat let her lips trail across his jaw, nipping his earlobe and feeling him shiver, “I want you.”

Nikolai closed his eyes, wondering how he could have ever thought of her as innocent.

Naïve, maybe.

Innocent, definitely not.

She was turning him inside out with only a few simple kisses and touches. It was time to take control, before hh lost all of his.

Nikolai carried her through the apartment, straight into his bedroom and out onto the terrace setting her down next to an oversize whirlpool. Katya lifted her head with a question she never got the chance to ask.

Nikolai’s lips crashed down on hers, causing her knees to buckle, and forcing her to grasp his waist to keep herself upright. He nipped and licked, demanding entrance to her mouth.

When she wasn’t quick enough to catch on, he used the thumb and forefinger of one hand to pull her chin downward, opening her mouth up to his assault. He learned the recesses of her mouth with tongue and teeth, groaning in pleasure when she finally joined in the play, rubbing her own tongue tentatively against his own.

Katya had been kissed before, but never devoured. His kiss was overwhelming and all-consuming of her senses, and all she could do was hold on and enjoy the ride.

When they were both struggling for breath, Nikolai trailed his lips over her face, all the while using his hands to learn her body. He molded her braless breasts through the material of her shirt, tweaking the nipples into hard points that throbbed at his attention.

When she was restless and panting in her need, he pushed her away and whispered, “Take your clothes off. I want to watch.” Nikolai took a step back and leaned against one of the pillars that supported the terrace covering.

Katya didn’t hesitate, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She toed off her boots, and then slid her pants down her legs, kicking free of them to stand before him in only her socks and panties.

“Beautiful,” Nikolai murmured. He admired her perfect body and was pleased that she trusted him enough to strip for his pleasure. He shrugged out of his shirt then stepped out of his slacks. He pulled his socks off, grinning as she mirrored his actions with her own.

When he straightened back up, he watched as her eyes took in his body. The tribal tattoos wound up his arms and then around his shoulders. Her eyes begged him to turn around, and he did so slowly, giving her ample opportunity to see where the tattoos joined together to form an intricate pattern right between his shoulder blades.

As he turned back to face her, he saw that her eyes had lowered along his body, coming to rest on his full manhood, hidden only by the thin material of his briefs. He was well-endowed and many women in the past had confessed to being alarmed at his size.

Not wanting to see anything resembling fear in her eyes this night, he stepped towards the whirlpool, entering the warm water and sinking to the hidden seats before holding a hand up, inviting her to join him.

“Aren’t you going to remove your underwear?” she asked, even as she blushed.

“In a few moments. Join me and let’s rid you of your muscle soreness.”

Katya took his hand, sinking into the warm water with a heartfelt sigh of pleasure, “Oh God, this feels good.”

Seeing an opening, Nikolai pulled her back against him and whispered into her ear, “Is that so?” He wrapped his arms around her torso, letting his fingertips learn the curves of her hips as they worked their way up to her breasts. Cupping them both, he lifted them slightly and then squeezed them gently, causing her back to arch and her head to fall against his shoulder. “Feel good?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes as he began to play with her breasts more earnestly. After several minutes, one of his hands trailed back down her stomach, not stopping until it was cupping her core.

“Nikolai?” she asked, pushing against his hand when he just held her.

“Shush, relax and let me pleasure you,” he whispered as his fingers worked their magic. Within moments, she was ready to scream and she roughly pushed his hands away and turned, pulling at his wet briefs.

Nikolai removed them then settled back into the water and pulled her forward to straddle his hips.

Katya, sensing he was once again going to offer to be chivalrous, reached beneath the water, taking his cock in her hands and positioning him at her entrance. Fusing her lips to his own to stop him from speaking, she lowered herself onto him, pleased when his hands landed on her hips and he took over.

Nikolai felt himself slide into her warmth and closed his eyes at the sensation. Her body was made for him, and with only a few thrusts, he was seated fully within her. He held himself still, not moving until he felt her body clenching around him her vaginal muscles quivering as they begged him to move. Lifting her buoyant body, he arched up into her, using his grip on her hips to slam her down with each upward thrust. Squeezing her legs against his, Katya held onto his shoulders as their eyes locked in a primitive battle of pleasure and possession.

Daring her not to break eye contact, he drove her pleasure higher and higher, as she dug her nails into his shoulders and her body began to shake with need.

Slowing down, he elongated his strokes, causing Katya to moan as he paused before each upward thrust, causing her to bounce against him. Each time her breasts left the heated water, her nipples puckered painfully in the cool night air, the constant shift in temperature adding to the growing sensations he was creating for her.

Using a rocking motion, he drove them both up the pinnacle, prolonging the moment of climax until he felt her muscles quiver, on the edge of a cataclysmic release. Giving one final thrust, he roared out his pleasure as she screamed his name and then collapsed against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her tight against his chest and murmuring to her in Russian. When she responded back sleepily in Russian, he grinned and kissed the top of her head. He attempted to rouse her, but the release of stress had pushed her exhausted body towards the one thing it still desperately needed. Sleep.

Standing from the water, he wrapped her legs around his hips and carried her into the house, not caring that he dripped water along the way. He laid her down upon the coverlet, grabbing several towels from the bathroom and thoroughly dried her off, before tucking her beneath the soft sheets.

He dried himself and then grabbed a loose pair of lounge pants before heading back to wipe up the trail of water. As he worked, he tried to process the emotions he was feeling. Katya Osin touched a part of him he hadn’t known he possessed. The thought of her being placed into the care of Danil had him clenching his fists and shaking his head.

No! She might be Danil’s niece, but by virtue of his position, he was claiming the right of protection over her from here on out. He’d never felt this overwhelming need to care for another person before, but rather than spend time analyzing it, he accepted it as the new order of things.

Katya had much to learn before she could be introduced to his world and take her rightful place as the heiress to her grandfather’s legacy. She would need someone to tutor her along the way, and Nikolai could think of only one person able to do that effectively—himself.

Katya had ignored his attempts at chivalry earlier this night but she
would
accept his tutelage. She had given herself to him for one night. He was taking that and every other night he could get.