Russian Mobster's Princess

By Bella Rose

This ballerina is about to learn a whole new dance.

 

Kira Berezin, daughter of a high-ranking mob member, has a husband she never sees. Though he's a sexy as hell Russian mobster, their marriage was based on alliances, not love. In fact, virginal Kira feared the touch of her dark and seductive husband.

 

But when a threat requires them to keep close, will Kira reconsider?

 

Viktor Domnin never thought he'd forget his first wife, but something about the alluring stranger who's bound to him for life is awakening a part of him that he thought he'd put to rest.

 

The waters between them are stormy and deep. Will Viktor take the plunge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Rose
• Release date: Oct 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393215936

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Table of Contents

Russian Mobster’s Princess

Prologue

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

Russian Mobster’s Princess

By: Bella Rose

All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2016 Bella Rose.

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Prologue

Kira Berezin fidgeted nervously with the beaded trim of her white sheath dress. She stared at the reflection in the mirror and wondered if everyone would notice how pale and drawn she appeared. Her black hair had been pulled severely away from her face into a bun, and only a touch of cosmetics highlighted her facial features.

Her dress had been custom made for her by one of the most exclusive seamstresses in the city. Kira had worn a hundred costumes in her role as a soloist for the New York City Ballet, but never had she expected to wear a wedding gown.

Kira? Her father pushed open the door of the tiny bathroom in the New York City courthouse. It is time. Viktor wishes to speak with you before the ceremony.

Yes, Papa, she murmured.

Anton Berezin was a bear of a man with hawk-like features and a permanent scowl. Kira often wondered if her mother had died of fright when Kira was born a girl instead of the coveted boy. Now her papa was taking an interest in her for the first since her mother’s death.

You will do your duty, her father decreed. Do you understand what this means?

Kira blanched. I thought we were to be married in name only.

I don’t care if that man wants to rut like a beast here in the courthouse, Anton snarled. You will spread your legs and do what you are told. This marriage is important for my position in the organization. This is your purpose. Do you understand?

Yes, Papa, Kira managed to murmur. But you said I would still be allowed to dance.

That will be up to your new husband. Anton shrugged. I care not. You are no longer my problem.

Kira schooled her face into blankness. The years and years of dance training had given her poise far beyond her eighteen years. If she could get through one of Madame Bissett’s strength and conditioning classes, she could handle this farcical wedding.

Standing tall and straight, Kira followed her father down the long hallway toward the chambers of the Justice of the Peace who would make her a wife. There were other couples lounging about the corridor with their witnesses, family, and friends. Kira felt far removed from everything but their curious stares.

Before her, she saw Viktor standing beside his brother. Despite his lack of years, Nicholas was boss over all the Russian mafia lords in the New York City area. Kira knew from overhearing her father’s complaints to his second-in-command, Yuri, that Nicholas took his position of power very seriously. Viktor was younger brother by a handful of years.

Nicholas Domnin raised his dark eyebrows at Anton Berezin. My brother wishes to speak to your daughter before their appointment with the judge.

Let him speak, Anton said with a careless wave.

Nicholas curled his lip in disgust. In private.

Anton scoffed but did nothing to prevent Kira from following her fiancé a short distance away where they might attempt some privacy.

Kira stared at Viktor with unabashed fascination. She had very little experience with men outside her three younger half brothers. Yet Viktor seemed very dashing in his sharply cut dark suit. The fabric framed his slender torso, but showed off the strength of his arms. His pants were almost obscenely snug in the crotch, and Kira found her curiosity continually led her gaze to that region of his body. She wasn’t just innocent; she had never even wondered about the marital act beyond dreading when her turn might come. Many a dancer had lost a promising career to marriage and babies.

I wished to speak with you, Viktor began stiffly. I was told that you were aware I wanted a marriage in name only.

I understand, Kira quietly agreed. I have no desire to be married.

Then why agree? Viktor asked with sudden fire. Simply say no and let us be done with this insane day.

Kira gazed at him in confusion before recalling that he had lost his wife not long ago. You’re still in love with your first wife, she guessed.

Yes. He nodded emphatically. And I am not likely to ever have a change of heart on this subject.

Then we are well suited. She exhaled in relief. I simply want out from under my father’s thumb so that I can pursue my career in the ballet. I was just promoted to soloist. It’s a great honor, but it will mean full dedication.

Viktor actually looked relieved. So you’re only marrying me to make your father happy?

Just like you’re only marrying me to satisfy my father and your brother in some ridiculous power war they have going on. I don’t pretend to understand mafia politics. I don’t even particularly care.

All right then. Viktor gave her a smile.

The effect of that change in expression was devastating. Kira had to force herself to drop her gaze lest she simple stand there with a dumb look of wonder on her face. How had she never noticed that he was so handsome? From the swarthy complexion to his dark hair and warm brown eyes, he looked incredibly masculine and commanding but in the best way.

Shall we? He offered his arm, and she delicately placed her fingers in the crook of his elbow.

There were many stares and more than a few cell phones out to record the two of them walking down the hallway. Kira was confused.

What are they doing? she whispered to Viktor.

I believe they’re under the impression that we’re celebrities trying to remain incognito or some other nonsense, he explained.

That’s ridiculous.

Yes, but you cannot change the minds of those who want to believe something foolish, he said casually.

Kira digested this bit of wisdom and wondered if she would ever have a chance to actually know this strange man she was about to marry.

After you. He opened the doors to the judge’s chambers.

She demurely dropped her gaze. Thank you.

VIKTOR SUPPOSED THAT he should be paying some actual attention to the judge and the ceremony, yet he could not focus. He could only think of his poor love, Elena, and how only two years before he had stood at the front of a church and vowed to love her for the rest of his life. Now Elena was dead, and Viktor was marrying a stranger.

You may place the ring on her finger. The judge’s announcement ripped through Viktor’s reverie.

He fumbled in his suit jacket for the tiny ring Kira’s father had provided for the ceremony. Anton was a sneaky, conniving bastard, and neither Viktor nor Nicholas even pretended that this wedding would satisfy the man’s greed. Yet as Viktor slipped the ring on Kira’s delicate finger, he thought that she was getting the raw end of the deal.

The judge looked at Kira. You may now slip the ring on his finger.

Kira’s hand trembled lightly as she did as she was bid.

Viktor stared at his hand. The sight of the ring on his fourth finger was both familiar and foreign. He wanted to rip the thing off. Elena had only been gone three months. How could he be marrying someone else?

In name only.

He repeated the assurance over and over until he could breathe without choking on the air. Finally it was over.

Except it wasn’t.

You may now kiss the bride. The judge grinned broadly, probably because the man had no idea how much the groom was dreading this moment.

Viktor awkwardly took Kira’s face between his palms. Her cheeks were soft. She felt incredibly delicate there next to him, as if he might crush her if he moved too quickly. He slowly lowered his mouth toward hers. He wanted to give her plenty of time to pull away if she so desired. He wasn’t going to push his affections on her if they were undesirable. But she stayed ramrod stiff.

Their lips touched in the lightest of kisses, and Viktor nearly froze with shock. Her taste was like sunlight, and she was as ethereal as a butterfly. It was like holding a piece of morning mist in his arms. Then she made a tiny noise in the back of her throat, and Viktor felt a shocking flare of something very close to lust stir in his loins. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

He could feel her surprise, but her arms