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  Table of Contents

  Russian Bad Boy's Princess

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

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  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Russian Bad Boy’s Princess:

  A Mafia Romance

  By Bella Rose

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  Chapter One

  Maria gasped, and the hairbrush fell from her fingers, hitting the soft carpet and bouncing just a little. She was sure she had heard a knock at the door. Would he come? A man who did not want his bride to begin with would not want to spend his wedding night in her company. What purpose would it serve?

  She pressed her hand to her chest and felt the racing of her heart. She would be lying if she did not admit that she was both excited and terrified by the prospect of his coming.

  The image in the mirror showed a young woman who had nothing more to recommend her than her father’s promise of power and money. She was plain of face and plain of body. No curves, no experience between the sheets. She might as well have been an innocent compared to her new husband.

  Picking up the hairbrush, she laid it aside. Her long white gown was translucent in the firelight. The neckline showed the tops of her creamy breasts. She gently ran her fingers across the twin mounds on her chest. Would they please him? Would she?

  Would he come?

  She walked toward the fire, hands out, absorbing the warmth and light. The crackling logs seemed almost merry. She entertained for just a moment the idea that her new husband would come into the bedroom. A more experienced woman would know how to greet him. She would stand before the fire, perhaps. That way her husband could see the outline of her body through the fabric of her gown.

  Maria wandered to the bed next. The high four-poster seemed enormous. She was acutely aware that she was in his bedroom. She had been brought here after the revelry downstairs had wound down to nothing more than her new husband and his drinking buddies. Her father and brothers had left an hour before with cursory embraces and stern looks, leaving her at her husband’s mercy.

  Without a mother to guide her, Maria had no idea what to expect. Not really. Her experience had been limited to a few hasty liaisons with boys from her preparatory school. It had been exciting in a way and yet strangely unsatisfying. There had been more groping than touching, and the boys always seemed to finish before anything happened for Maria.

  Lying on the bed, she rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling. Had her husband brought other women here? The rumor said he was plenty experienced. Would he arrive and ravish her like some damsel in an erotic novel? The idea had merit. She could use some ravishing if she was ever to find out what the big deal was about sex.

  Stretching her bare arms far above her head, she arched her back and thrust her breasts up toward the ceiling. She wasn’t wearing underwear. It felt a little naughty. An ache bloomed between her legs. If she were going to be alone all night long, she might as well get a little something out of the night.

  Sasha trudged up the stairs toward his bedroom feeling a mixture of dread and apathy. He was married. That much was absolutely incontrovertible. He’d been at the wedding. He had heard the words the Orthodox priest had said to bless the union. The man was in actuality blessing an alliance between two powerful Russian Bratva families—he wondered how the priest justified that to himself. The Sokolovs and the Tarasovs had been squabbling over territory for more than a decade. Now the council of the brotherhood wanted the fighting and arguing to stop. They had wanted an agreement backed by marriage, and now they had one.

  Except this ridiculous agreement had cost him his freedom. Sasha was not meant to marry some virginal Sokolov daughter. The old pakhan of the Sokolovs, the head of the family, had been constantly harping on how untouched and perfect the girl was. The man swore his daughter would make a biddable wife. Sasha figured he would fuck her once to seal the deal and then stick her in a penthouse somewhere and forget her.

  He pressed his palm to the bedroom door. It was ajar. He resisted the urge to shove it open and announce his presence. He wanted to see what this woman was up to when she was on her own. He wanted to sneak up on her and find out what made her tick.

  The door made no noise as it opened. He thought at first that the room was empty. Then he realized that there was something moving on the bed. No. Writhing. Firelight outlined the woman’s body. She had no curves to speak of, and yet he found her sensuous in an understated manner. His virginal bride was stretched out with her knees bent and her legs spread. Her fingers were gently caressing her own pussy, and he realized that he had forgotten how to breathe.

  The mingled sense of curiosity and sensuality! Desire hit Sasha so hard and fast that his cock swelled to readiness before he even recognized his own interest. He could not look away. “Innocent Maria” was moaning softly as she fingered herself. He caught a glimpse of her wet pink folds. She was swollen and juicy. The sound of her fingers sliding against her sex was erotic beyond endurance. The urge to join in was undeniable, and yet his mind was in stark conflict.

  This was the woman he did not want. He had not expected her to be this enticing at what amounted to their first meeting. His mouth was dry, and his cock was hard. He stepped out of the room to get control. He pressed his back to the wall and tried to find his brain amidst the alcohol he’d consumed downstairs. Then he heard a soft cry of release as his little bride brought herself to orgasm in his bed—without him.

  Maria gasped and trembled as her entire body throbbed with unrequited lust. Every girl knows how to get herself off, but somehow her release was hollow. She felt cheated and perhaps a little angry. If her husband did not want her, perhaps she didn’t want him either. Maybe she would get dressed and leave. She could go home. Except her father would be so angry he would likely ship her right back. Could she call
a friend? Perhaps Anya would drive over and pick her up.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  The words very nearly made her fall off the bed. She sat bolt upright and crossed her arms over her chest. Embarrassment made her cheeks hot, and she wondered if her ears were turning red as well. Her fair complexion might have gone well with her blonde hair, but the pale skin was forever giving away her emotions to anyone that cared to observe.

  “It’s rude not to knock.” God she sounded prim! Of course, she felt it right now, too.

  Sasha. Even the man’s name was enough to make her blush all over again. His lean body and broad shoulders matched her every fantasy perfectly. The swarthy complexion went well with that shadow of dark stubble on his face. His dark hair was wavy and unkempt. He was forever shoving his fingers through it. But he was so sexy! Ten years her senior, he had more experience than she could dream of with probably everything that really mattered in life.

  He raised an eyebrow. The arms crossed over his chest made him look twice as broad and a million times more intimidating. “The door was ajar. Anyone could have seen you. Was that your intention?”

  “Of course not!” she said quickly. Even the idea was horrifying. “I don’t—I mean, I’m not—I just don’t do that very often and never with an audience. It’s just not done.”

  Now he laughed. He threw his head back and acted as though she had just told him the most outrageous joke.

  “It isn’t nice to laugh at me,” she told him irritably. The man really was insufferable.

  He stopped laughing. “Some women will perform just like that for a man when she wants him to know just what he’s missing or what he might have.”

  “Really?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. His suggestion caught her off guard and caused her to drop her arms from in front of her chest. “They really touch themselves and let others watch?”

  “It’s very erotic,” he informed her.

  “I would think it embarrassing.”

  “To whom?” The darkly sexual smile that crossed his face made her feel almost silly. “I wasn’t embarrassed. I must admit I rather enjoyed the show.”

  “The show,” she whispered weakly. “Do you like that sort of thing? From a woman, I mean.”

  “Well I’m certainly not into watching a man masturbate, although some men are.” He seemed to be teasing her, but she couldn’t really tell. What was she to do from here? Had she broken some sort of rule? Was there a consequence for her moment of weakness? Was it even a moment of weakness? And would he ever say anything a little less shocking?

  The delightful emotions flitting across Maria’s face fascinated Sasha. He had never met anyone with such a complete lack of guile. This woman had absolutely no artifice. Everything she felt was plastered across her face for the world to see. It was strangely alluring.

  He closed the door behind him and locked it. From the corner of his eye, he saw her flinch at the sound of the bolt sliding into place. Her reaction sent a shot of dark fascination through him. Her innocence was attractive, but it also brought out a bit of the naughty in him too. He wanted to shock her. He wanted to introduce her to the darker side of sensuality and lust. He wanted to spread her legs and fuck her until she came. Then he would flip her onto her belly and fuck her all over again. The thought of spraying his cum across her ass gave him a hard-on that would not go away. He would have her and mark her, and she would be his until he tired of her.

  Yes. As he stared at the young woman who had been given to him by her father, he decided that this was exactly how he would handle this wife thing. She would serve so many purposes at once. And in the end he would be good to her. He would keep her in style and she would want for nothing. She had been raised a daughter of a pakhan. It was a life she should have been expecting anyway.

  The tip of her pink tongue snuck out to lick her full lips. “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m imagining all the ways I’m going to show you how to please me.” He walked closer to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he went.

  Her eyes went wide at the sight of his bare chest. Then she seemed to rally as she swallowed and lifted her gaze deliberately to his face. “What about pleasing me?” she asked, her voice tinged with demand.

  He raised his eyebrows and stared at her until she lowered her gaze. That was better. It was no good letting her be sassy now. She needed to learn where she belonged in his life. He would care for her and make sure that she lacked for nothing, but she would have responsibilities, as well. She was going to learn how to please him in every single way he could think of. And Sasha was nothing if not inventive. Especially when it came to giving and receiving pleasure.

  “You’ll feel pleasure,” he murmured as he lowered himself to the bed. “But when I’m through with you, the best thing you will feel is the moment you discover I’m satisfied.”

  Chapter Two

  Maria was trembling. She could not stop, as if she had lost control of her body. At least she could only hope that she wasn’t in control of what was going on. Because the hasty groping she remembered from her limited sexual experiences hadn’t made her feel anything close to the anticipation and heat she felt now. And Sasha hadn’t even touched her!

  Her breasts felt heavy. She had to suppress the urge to reach up and squeeze her nipples just to take the edge off the strange sensations whipping through her body. Her skin felt almost too tight for her body. It was tingling all over. She pressed her thighs together and felt a corresponding zing right between her legs. Touching herself had never been this exciting.

  “Don’t close your legs.”

  The order caught her by surprise. She let her knees fall open. The fabric of her nightgown stretched taut around her legs. Sasha reached out and grabbed the soft cotton. He tugged it out of the way and exposed the lower half of her body. She fought the urge to shove her nightgown back down to cover herself. She wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable. And yet there was something deliciously forbidden and naughty about it, too.

  Sasha gave the white cotton a dismissive flip. “Take off the nightgown.”

  Maria bit her lower lip. Take it off? He was her husband. It wasn’t shameful to be naked in front of him. She was just—well, she was scared.

  “What are you worried about?”

  There wasn’t unkindness in his eyes when he asked her that. She took a deep breath and tried to sound confident. “I know that you’ve been with…with a lot of women.”

  “Yes.”

  No apology. He seemed proud of it, in fact. Why were men all like that? “I’m not like those other women.” She tried to find what was left of her courage. She wasn’t nobody. She was the daughter of the Sokolov pakhan. “I’m your wife.”

  “You’re my property.” The flashing fire in his dark eyes matched his growl.

  She gave a little start of surprise. Then she swallowed and looked away from his face. She could not meet his gaze. Instead she stared at the rugged expanse of his muscular abdomen. “I’m skinny.”

  He laughed. The booming sound caused her to look up in surprise. Sasha shoved his fingers through his hair and pointed at her. “Take it off! Now, before I lose my temper.”

  Maria ground her teeth together and wriggled a little to get the cotton out from around her hips and over her head. She tossed it behind her and fought the need to cover her breasts. She didn’t have enough hands to keep him from looking his fill. And honestly, the way he was staring at her made her feel like a bug under a microscope.

  Sasha had been completely unprepared for the sight Maria presented sitting on his bed. The firelight licked over her skin like the most intimate caress. She was right—she did not look the women he generally favored. The curves were not lush. The skin was not golden brown. She was blonde and pale with narrow hips and a long slim torso. Her breasts were high and pert. Her nipples were the most perfect shape. Their pale pink color made him lick his lips in anticipation. He wanted to cup the perfect handful of her breast in
his hand and suck until she moaned and writhed beneath him.

  “You’re perfect,” he told her huskily. “Because I say you are. Understand?”

  The column of her throat quivered as she swallowed. “Yes.”

  Sasha touched the silkiness of her inner thigh, and she quivered. He loved the overwhelming sense of power he felt as he introduced this woman to the possibilities of pleasure. It was intoxicating to think that he was the first to truly do so. Whatever else Maria’s idiot father had promised him about her virtue, she was certainly inexperienced.

  He pushed her thighs apart and carefully stroked her skin. She grew restless. Her bottom moved on the bed, and she arched her back in anticipation. He watched her, letting his hands drift higher and higher until he framed her pussy with his hands.

  A little bit of pressure had her whimpering like a little beast in heat. Sasha’s lips spread into a slow smile. The sensuality of this woman was incredible! He’d never seen such honest reactions before in his life. It was refreshing and perhaps a bit flattering. He squeezed her outer pussy lips, and they flushed red. He gently stroked the top of her slit and twisted his fingers into the golden curls covering her pussy. She was wet. He could smell her arousal.

  “Does this feel good?” He truly wanted to know. He had never found a woman who grew so excited just from his touching her.

  She was actually panting when she spoke. “Yes! It feels so good.”

  Using only his thumbs, he parted her rosy folds and gently blew a stream of air across the heated flesh. She nearly came up off the bed. Her response was so intense that he actually saw her inner muscles flexing and convulsing as her body prepared for orgasm. She was going to come before he even touched her clitoris. Beautiful.

  “I want you to let go, Maria,” Sasha murmured. “I’m going to touch you. I want you to come for me. Understand? I want it now.”

  “Yes.”

  The instant agreement. The readiness. The intensity of her responses. It was all more than he’d ever expected from his shrinking-violet bride. And when he gently circled her clit with his index finger and pressed lightly on the distended nub, she jerked and did exactly as she was told.