Russian Mobster's Princess by Bella Rose Read Free Book Online

“Like when, Kira? Like when you touch yourself?”
    He saw her swallow and knew he’d hit the mark. He had to swallow back a groan. The thought of Kira touching herself, making herself come, was so erotic that he almost couldn’t stand it. Viktor let out a ragged breath and tried to regain some control as he spotted the waitress headed in their direction.
    There was a heavy, charged silence at the table as their food and drinks were set before them. Viktor never took his gaze off of Kira. She was sitting back in her seat, her chest quickly rising and falling and her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.
    The waitress hurried away, no doubt well aware of the mood at the table. Her exit left Viktor free to pursue an answer to his question. “Well?”
    “Yes.” Her voice was the barest whisper. “I touch myself.”
    “And what happens?”
    “My—” She was obviously searching for a word. “—pussy gets very wet and slippery. There’s a very sensitive spot just to the left side of my…”
    “Your clit,” he guessed.
    “Yes.”
    “Do you especially like to be touched there?”
    She nodded, and he saw her exhale a ragged breath. “Yes. Very much. Sometimes I can actually make myself have an orgasm just by touching that one spot.”
    “ Fuck ,” he groaned softly. “You’re killing me here, Kira.”
    She looked surprised. “Really?”
    “Are you kidding me?” He chuckled. “The idea of you stroking your wet pussy is enough to make me come. I can imagine what it looks like with those long, long legs spread open. I bet your thighs are incredibly smooth. I know they’re strong. And I bet you have the prettiest pussy. I bet when you spread your legs, your folds open like a flower. They would be pink and perfect and ready for touching.”
    There was no denying how turned on she was now. Kira’s lips were parted, and her breathing was harsh. She looked like a woman on the edge of release.
    “Should we be talking about this here?” she asked softly. “I mean, in public?”
    “Why? Is it turning you on?”
    She looked utterly scandalized. “Yeah. Sort of.”
    “I’m not surprised.” He considered this. “Anyone who can dance like you do on stage in front of thousands has a little bit of the exhibitionist in her.”
    “Meaning what?”
    “Would you ever want me to touch your pussy here in front of other people?” he suggested slyly. “Would that turn you on?”
    She actually looked as though she were fabricating a scenario in her mind. It was refreshingly genuine. “Not if it was like I was on stage. But if you were sitting very close and I put my hand on your leg beneath the table. Then I think that would turn me on.”
    “Just my leg?” he teased. “Would you not want to go a little higher than that?”
    “To touch your—um—your penis?”
    “Cock. And yes.”
    “I would do that.” She looked shocked by her own admission. “Is that wrong?”
    “Nothing is wrong between us,” he told her firmly. “As you pointed out before. It’s all perfectly proper because we are married.”
    For some reason, that reminder seemed to cool her ardor. She picked up her fork and pushed her salad around on her plate. He let her have her few moments of silence as he sliced the well marinated beef on his plate and filled his stomach. Kira was certainly a fascinating woman in many, many ways.
    “What are you thinking?” he finally asked after several minutes of not uncomfortable silence.
    “I’m just contemplating the idea of marriage,” she told him quietly. “I’m not sure I actually understand what it means. So many mafia marriages are either of convenience, or they are wildly unbalanced in the power department because one party is so indebted to the other.”
    “That is true.”
    “So what are we?”
    “Unique,” he suggested. “We did our duty. Now we just have to choose how we will live our lives.”
    “I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to continue dancing,” Kira told him for the