Dirty Flowers – The Lion and the Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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His face jerked back.

Pain bit at my fingers.

He twisted his jaw and chuckled. “And, you still hit like a girl.”

I snarled and dove for his waist, tackling him to the ground with enough force to shake the earth beneath us.

He grunted. “Not bad.”

I let him go and tried to roll off him.

He caught my waist, flipped us over, grabbed my wrists, and hovered over me. “Now for a break. You owe me pussy.”

“Kaz, I’m trying to get back in shape, not fuck in the gym.” I struggled to break free, but he held me down. His grip on my wrists was like steel shackles.

I scowled at him. “Kaz.”

“But, my cock is part of getting back in shape.”

“Says who?”

“Says the Lion.”

“Let me go.” Amusement covered his face as he slipped his gaze down to my breasts. “Absolutely not.”

“I can’t wait until I can get back to kicking your ass.”

“Soon.” He lowered until his face was an inch from mine. “But, until then.”

He captured my mouth.

I wished his kiss didn’t affect me, but it was all consuming. Helpless, I sank down in this insatiable pleasure as he coaxed my tongue to join him in his passionate dance.

Damn him.

He pressed his body against mine, hard and demanding.

My body screamed for more.

More of him.

More of this.

His body moved against me and in a moment, my mind went blank. I held on to him as he rubbed his hardening length against my stomach.

He nipped at my lower lip. “Before we fuck, we should talk about something that has been weighing heavy on my mind.”

I caught my breath. “Actually, we are not having sex.”

Chuckling, he let my wrists go. “My cock is hard. I am getting some pussy.”

Once free, I shoved him off me. Shocked, he fell back, recovered easily, and lunged my way.

Fuck. He is too fast.

Shrieking, I rolled away.

He rushed for me again.

Goddamn it!

Somehow I dodged him, zipped to the side, narrowly avoiding his next grasp, and jumped to my feet. “Stop it.”

“Well. . .” Frowning, he got up from the ground. “You are getting better.”

I winked. “That’s why you better stop talking shit while I train.”

“Or what?”

Grinning, I hopped around and punched the air. “A bitch is getting back where she needs to be.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Hmmm.” He stretched his head to the left, cracked his neck, and then stretched his head to the right.

“What are you doing?”

“Round two.” He charged for me.

“Shit.” I threw a flurry of quick punches.

Kaz dodged each one and shoved me away.

I countered with a powerful kick to his ribs.

“Better.” He grunted in pain but quickly regained his footing, launching his own flurry of punches near my head.

Screaming, I blocked them all, stumbled back, and launched a spinning backfist.

It connected to his head. He staggered back. “Fuck!”

“Still, hit like a girl?”

He rubbed his head. “Yes, you still hit like a girl, but closer to Valentina.”

“I’ll take that.” I shook off my weariness and got back into a fighting stance. “What did you want to talk about?”

Kaz raised his fists. “First, let me get you back on the ground.”

I chuckled. “You’re not getting me on the ground.”

“We will see.”

Kaz and I circled each other, both looking for an opening.

I backed up a little. “What did you want to tell me, Kaz?”

“Boris can come back to Moscow. I will not hurt him.”

Shock hit me. “What?”

Kaz lunged forward, trying to take me down.

I slipped out of the way and tripped him.

“Shit!” He crashed to the floor.

Right before he tried to roll over, I jumped on top of him.

He grunted.

We grappled on the floor and somehow I got him in a tight headlock.

Groaning, he struggled to break free, but I maintained my iron grip. “Boris can come back?”

He bobbed his head and tapped the floor.

I let him go.

He rolled away. “Much better, mysh.”

“Thanks, coach.” Panting, I sat up. “You really mean it about Boris?”

“I do.” Kaz remained on his back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “Boris can return to Moscow.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but. . .”

“But?”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You can, mysh. I think Boris can help me get you back in my bed.”

“What?”

He looked at me. “I will not sleep in bed alone another night. Lunita and you win on this one.”

What does that mean?

I quirked my brows. “Boris comes back and what?”

“Boris becomes your night guard along with two more guards of your choosing. Then, that means you are in my bed because we have proper security around that is trained in dealing with Lunita.”

I leaned my head to the side. “Why are you really letting Boris back?”

“I said why.”

“But. . .are you cool with Boris now?”

“Everyone knows that I am a forgiving lion.”

“Bullshit.” I crawled over to him. “What’s the real reason, Kaz?”

“The last time I talked to Lunita. . .she said that Boris was like Max and Blue.”

I moved his arm and lay my head on his chest. “How?”


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