A Very Bad Man – Russian Mafia Fairytale Read Online Joanna Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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And now they were here to ruin the best ‘damned’ day of my life. They loved saying ‘damned this and damned that’. Also ‘fuck’. A word I used on occasion, but not with the colorful regularity of the Untouchables MC.

I wondered if Preacher was there. I highly doubted Mishka would marry me on the spot, but the thought had some appeal. A rather startling appeal. Lock her down. Now. Claim her. Keep her.

It was what I wanted.

Thought I had planned on asking for her father’s permission first. In person. Maybe a FaceTime was in order… once my woman was distracted and only if Preacher was actually here.

My brothers would certainly be amused. One more than the other, I thought, suddenly remembering their bet. I chuckled to myself.

Perhaps the distraction was a good thing. It would be best if I let her heal before pouncing on her again. I had to control my baser desires. She was more than worth the wait.

And knowing the Untouchables, the alcohol would be flowing. Alcohol was an excellent relaxant and painkiller, both of which would work to my advantage… a sneaky thought but I could not ignore the opportunity in terms of strategy.

If I was lucky, I would be married before the day was out, and tonight I would make love to my wife, not just my girl.

I was smiling as I rang my staff for coffee to be brought up, and led my blushing bride-to-be into the shower to clean up.

She had not noticed the bloody sheets, thankfully. I was not sure how much she knew about basic biology, but I wanted nothing to startle her or spoil the day. I tossed the blankets over the bed so she would not notice before the staff had a chance to come in and change the sheets.

I would do anything to protect her, and her tender feelings.

Chapter 40

Mishka

Islipped into a somehow already worn in pair of gorgeously stylish but relaxed pair of jeans. Not skin tight, not too loose, just right. They felt like I had had them for years. Longer.

They were perfect.

I blushed as I catch sight on Anton putting on a slim fitting t-shirt through the closet door. There were his and her closets, my clothes already neatly unpacked and hanging or folding within arm’s length. I assumed they were my clothes, since they were all new.

His jeans were unbuttoned. As he reached up to slip the shirt over his head, I saw the flat plane of his belly, and a shot of pure lust hit my system, not unlike the first sip of coffee or espresso first thing in the morning. Anton was espresso. He was fine wine, and sunshine, and the smell of the ocean. He was warmth, and fire, and ice. He was everything to me, I realized suddenly. And that was a very vulnerable place for me to be.

I swallowed, turning back to the mirror to study my reflection. I looked into my eyes. The entire world had just shifted on its axis. And yet I was not afraid.

I knew that no matter what happened, that the risk was worth it.

He was worth it.

He appeared in the mirror behind me, pressing his lips to my neck. I shivered at the enticing contrast of the cool air and his warm lips. His arms slid around me and the warmth increased. I loved the way he touched me… the way he felt. His skin, his scent, the strength of him…

Anton was under my skin and in my soul. His touch on my body had changed me, molded me, made me into someone new. Everything was different now, and I was still getting used to it. Still finding my sea legs in this new world where he had such power over my tender little heart.

But I had to be strong. Shake it off. Roll with whatever came.

I prayed it would be only good things. I had to believe in the fairytale. That sometimes things did work out.

But for now, I would enjoy the unfolding of our tale, and hope for the best.

“I hope the Americans do not terrify you. You will like some of them. My cousin is down there.”

“Anastasia? I thought you said she was pregnant?”

“She is. An SUV just arrived carrying her and her progeny.”

“A baby?”

He nodded, still wrapped around me. He had taken to kissing and touching me as much as humanly possible in the time since we finally got out of bed. It was near to lunch time, according to my iPhone. Jet lag, and lovemaking, had skewed my inner clock.

I found his touch exciting, endearing, and reassuring all at once. He could not seem to be able to keep his hands off of me. I was definitely not complaining about that, I decided. It felt… wonderful, for lack of a better word.


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