The Russian Bodyguard by Rie Warren
Genres: Dark romance, Bratva romance, Mafia Romance, BDSM
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I am her bodyguard.
I’m her only hope.
I’m going to break her, teach her, train her.
I cannot stand this prissy brat who practically throws herself at every guy she meets. Yet I’m tasked with babysitting her. The pakhan’s daughter tests my patience, makes me want to break out in uncontrolled violence, or maybe just throw her down to show her what all her teasing does to a real man.
She’s untouchable. Until a Russian rival mafia comes seeking revenge. I’m about to teach the ‘printsessa’ a lesson she’ll never forget, and I guarantee she’s the one who will be taking my orders from now on.
The Russian Bodyguard is book 3 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.
Clean and showered, I left the steamy enclave with a towel notched around my hips to see Sasha had woken.
She looked softer in the morning light. Sleep-tousled and inexplicably sensuous, unfortunately. Her lips became even puffier in repose, as opposed to when she was biting out snippy criticisms or cranking me up.
Lifting her arms, she yawned lazily, and one nipple came dangerously close to escaping the confines of her top. “What time is it?”
With my back to her, I dropped the towel.
Her hiss of breath was not missed on me.
Hiding a smirk, I stepped into clean briefs before turning. I didn’t care that she saw another thick boner outlined in the fabric that my meat stretched to the maximum.
“Time for you to get up, lazy.”
“Lazy!” She screeched, but her voice had a sleep-husky quality, and she kept looking.
She did not get out of bed though. With another stretch and a spine-tingling purr, she sat up.
I refused to fall into the trap of her seductress’s tools and tricks.
“I slept surprisingly well.” She fluffed up a pillow and rested against it.
“Da. I know you did.” I finished putting on my clothes, tugging on a T-shirt and tying my military boots.
I wore suits only when I needed to.
“What does that mean?” The female in my bed gathered the covers loosely around her waist.
Ranging closer with a belt dangling from my hands, I reached out for her.
She immediately shrank from me, which was funny considering she’d spent the night snuggled up to me like I was her comfort blanket or something.
Perhaps she thought I was going to crack the thick leather belt across her lush body.
Maybe I would, but that was not my intention at the moment.
I closed the gap between us, and that time she remained still.
After running a lone fingertip down her cheek, I swiped across her bottom lip. “I know you slept well because it turns out you are a bed hog and you drool.”
Sasha immediately reared back as if I had struck her with the belt. “I do not drool, zasranec!”
She called me an asshole, back to her biting ways.
I latched onto her arm and dragged her from the bed. “It is also time for you to make me breakfast.”
“I’m not making you shi—”
Doubling up my belt, I snapped her sharply across the ass.
She jumped and shrieked.
The wail of leather smacking her would sound so much better on her bare ass.
“Maksim!” She rubbed her posterior, shooting a glare at me.
“Quickly now. Shower and do whatever else you need to do to make yourself presentable.”
Her glare turned even more brittle.
“I am hungry, Sashenka.”
Her hands clenched. Her delicate jaw tensed.
She kept her mouth shut.
MEET THE AUTHOR
Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five-star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.
She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.
Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.