Russian Mobster’s Blackmailed Bride by Bella Rose Page B

nervous and excited.
    Then they rounded a corner, and all thoughts of women or who and what Anatoly liked flew right out of her head. There was a little clearing in the trees that surrounded a pool of water. A sheer rock wall sat opposite the path, which dead ended at the water. Steam rose in curling tendrils from the pool’s mirror smooth surface.
    “Anatoly, it’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Like something from a storybook.”
    “I’m glad you like it.” He gestured to the water. “Try putting your fingers in. It’s wonderfully warm.”
    She squatted down at the edge of the pool and gently brushed the water with her fingertips. The faint scent of sulphur lingered in the air, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She turned to make a comment, but promptly forgot what she was going to say.
    Anatoly had pulled his shirt over his head and had already kicked out of his thick soled shoes. He was reaching for the fastenings of his jeans. Trisha gaped at the sight of him. Not that she hadn’t seen his naked chest before, but it was a rather awe-inspiring vision.
    Every inch of him was covered in hard planes of muscle wrapped in golden skin. It was as if she could not look away. He pushed his jeans down over his backside, taking his underwear with them. The coarse dark hair nested in his groin was exposed, along with the thick shaft of his penis. He was sporting an impressive erection. His cock bounced against his belly as he removed his jeans and underwear, and then his socks.
    “I’m going to take a dip,” he told her with a devilish smile. “You should come in with me.”
    Trisha glanced down at her casual jeans and T-shirt. She had never in her life been skinny dipping. Her dad was a cop. She had always figured it would be her luck to get arrested for indecent exposure and wind up having him do the paperwork. Now, though, did she really have anything to lose? The water looked so very inviting.
    Anatoly walked into the pool and then sank below the water’s surface. He reemerged in the center and flung the water back from his face. His dark hair gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the tree branches, and his skin looked like silken perfection. In fact, his whole body looked perfect.
    “Come on, Trisha,” he coaxed. “Please?”
    “I don’t look as good as you do naked.” In fact, that was becoming a real worry. She was a true redhead with the pale freckled skin that never tanned. “I’m like a slimy fish.”
    “I’ve seen your body. You’re beautiful. Please come in with me?”
     
    ANATOLY COULD SEE the mental dance play out in her expression. Then she finally relented. He smiled as she drew her T-shirt over her head and hurriedly unclasped her bra. She seemed to be getting rid of her clothing as quickly and efficiently as possible without a single thought to what might constitute a strip tease. He almost laughed at the lack of artifice. Then she took a step into the water, and he forgot to breathe.
    “ Malenkaya , you are beautiful,” he murmured.
    “Really?”
    Anatoly made a noise of disgust. “What idiot never told you that you are beautiful? I wish to run him down and rip off his balls.”
    She laughed. “I’m certainly not built like a model.”
    Unable to resist, Anatoly reached out and touched her bare shoulder. She had sunk below the surface of the water. Her breasts just barely broke the steaming surface. Each one bobbed above the waterline, and her nipples beaded into hard little points.
    “I need to touch you,” he whispered hoarsely. “May I please?”
    Her throat moved when she swallowed. “Yes.”
    He cupped her breasts in his hands. Thumbing her nipples, he enjoyed the fact that she was getting pleasure from the attention. Her flesh drew tighter. He circled the tiny nubs until they were throbbing against his fingertips. Finally, he sank down and took one in his mouth.
    She tasted exquisite. Threading her fingers through his wet hair, she pulled his head closer as if she were begging