Russian Mobster's Princess by Bella Rose

harder. She marveled at the idea that this incredible piece of male equipment had ever fit inside her body, and then squirmed as she realized that touching him was turning her on too.
    Soon he began to pant. His eyes closed and his hips began to shake. She cupped his balls in her hand and felt the sac tighten. Gripping him harder, she pumped faster, somehow knowing this was what he needed. Suddenly, every muscle in his body went rigid. He grunted, growling something in Russian she could not understand.
    His cock pulsed in her hand, and then a long stream of white fluid shot out and bathed his belly in fluid. Kira watched in fascination. She pumped him a few more times. Each time another pulse of semen bubbled forth. Unable to resist, she touched the silky stuff with her fingertips. It felt strange, and yet she was still eager to explore.
    “And that is how you make me come,” Viktor said hoarsely. “I think you’ve drained me dry, little one.”
    “Really?” She felt strangely proud of that. “Is that a good thing?”
    “Yes.”
    “Being married doesn’t really suck,” she told him on impulse. “I keep waiting for the moment when it takes over everything and my whole life changes.”
    “Do you?”
    “Yes. But somehow this is nothing like living with my father.”
    Viktor seemed to stir from his post orgasm lethargy. “Last night you said that your father wanted to take over my brother’s position.”
    “You want to talk about my father now ?” She looked at him in amazement.
    “You just reminded me. You brought him up first.”
    “So I did.” Kira sighed. “My father had some notion that by marrying me to you, he could take over more territory within the organization. I don’t really understand how that’s possible, though. Your brother is still the boss over the council and the lieutenants. And if something should happen to him, the leader position would go to you.”
    Viktor froze. “Compensation,” he muttered. “That bastard is planning on asking for compensation after you’re murdered.”

Chapter Ten
    Viktor shoved his way past the two enforcers standing guard outside his brother’s office. The two men looked surprised, but said nothing. Inside, Nicholas was sitting in his posh chair with his feet up on his desk. He was yakking on the phone in Russian, likely making promises he had no intention of keeping.
    When he saw Viktor, Nicholas actually turned in his chair to put his back to his brother. The slight did not go unnoticed, nor was Viktor in any mood to deal with it.
    Viktor stormed the short distance between himself and his brother. Grabbing the padded back of the chair, he used it to swing Nicholas around to face him. “You will give me ten minutes of your time right now, or I will beat it out of you. Do you understand me?”
    “I’ll have to get back to you in a few minutes, Anatoly,” Nicholas made a point of saying. “My brother is acting like a child and needs to be taught a lesson or two.”
    Nicholas set the phone down on the desk and gazed at Viktor as though he were gum found on the sole of a pair of shoes. The condescension pissed Viktor off so thoroughly that he no longer cared what the consequences would be for his actions. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, he began rolling the fabric up over his forearms.
    Nicholas raised his eyebrows in response.
    “Is that really necessary?” Nicholas’s snide tone said it all. “I could have you thrown out of here just as quickly as any one of my other lieutenants. Being my brother means nothing when you behave like a lowlife.”
    “Oh, you can try to have me thrown out.” Viktor curled his lip with disdain. “But since your men are more loyal to me than they are to you, I think you might be surprised at the results.”
    “Nonsense,” Nicholas blustered, but Viktor saw the light of doubt in his eyes. “What do you want, anyway? Something obviously has your panties in a wad. Did your bride get herself