Russian Romance Novels & Stories

He moves his hand away, inevitably the absence appears in my intimacy, against all the humid forecast that covers my interior and the tingling that crawls in my belly, I look at him badly. “You don't know the weight of the word love, Aleksander. He leans his mouth to my ear, the wolf bites my ear, I suppress my gasp. “Would you like to teach me? _________________ Fact: In Russia, young women are called: Dévushka/Young, except for those who carry a cane. *** Where the hell did it come from? From a movie? He is aware of my diving on his body, and I know he did it on purpose. Appearing like this was not a coincidence. He was really getting me and there it is.

“Roman, have you ever used prostitutes?” Roman drops his head shamefully. “Yes,” he murmurs. “Oh that’s right, because you were sleeping with one when you went to Moscow while ” He holds up his fingers to accentuate his point. “Married to Ana.” “No,” Roman replies. “I was never unfaithful to Ana.” “Did Ana not satisfy you in bed?” he sneers at him. I can feel the anger radiating from Roman. “You will pay her more respect,” he sneers. Yuri jumps to his feet.

She said angrily. "She is my wife." Roman said. "They are married." Dennis reminded him. "So, even if he wants to kiss her in public. He shouldn't kiss her like he wanted to eat her out, especially not in front of me." He said. "It is a sign of love, Ruslan?" Dennis tried to make him understand. Love? "Live? You gotta be kidding me. It is lust, lust." He said as he came to grab my hand and pulled me up from Roman's lap as he literally dragged me with him to a seat and sat me down and buckled my belt.

Her husband’s. “Lovely to meet you, Ms. Romano,” he said while his stare was on his wife and her eyes solely. She simply glared back at him while chugging down seven shot glasses at once and flashed him a smile while getting up. His hands slid onto her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. “But excuse me and my wife, she wants to dance, don’t you дорогой (sweetheart in Russian)” “Yeah, I want to dance with the stupid Russian mafia boss who has an ugly shirt on.” She slurred while gritting her teeth knowing that the man would not budge but she went along with it and they made their way to the dance floor.

“You should take it as a complement, Kratoska.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly from the endearment. “So you ended my call because you see me as a distraction?” I tease. His jaws twitch, swallowing the last bit of food in his mouth. “A beautiful distraction.” He says lowly, eyes darkening. I cleared my throat, heart racing with the fact that I’m currently flirting with Sasha Romanov, a Bratva pakhan. Silence stretches through the air but I was itching to dig deeper into Sasha. “So....how was your trip to Russia?” I ask in a sing song voice.

Nikolai didn’t even touch me and I was so affected. Julianna Mitchel, what have you gotten yourself into. *** I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep but damn, I can’t sleep, all thanks to Nikolai Vasilev. I can’t believe what happened in the kitchen, he touched me again and I liked it. I always think of staying away from him but whenever he steps closer to me, my body screams for his touch and it’s driving me crazy. I never did it with anyone before and whatever I feel right now is making me confused, why am I craving for his touch? Why can’t I control myself? I should hate him and should be disgusted but instead, I want more of him.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

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