by C. M. Steele
“And this?” She pulls out the picture of her at that frat party. I wanted to burn the place down when I saw the fuckers eyeing her. She was standing in a group listening as her friend talked with a few other people. But the one guy had been flirting with her, she excused herself to get a drink, he slipped something in it, and that’s when I put an end to the party. I won’t tell her the details of Mr. Baseball, just to say he may never get hard up again and the cops received a credible tip two days later.
I smile as I look down at the picture. “That night, I was there. And I assure you that I did my best to let you have a fun time.” It was harder than I ever thought possible, but she needed to have friends.
She twists her body to look at me, then asks, “Did your best—did you call the cops?”
I grab her chin, rubbing it with my thumb and forefinger, then I pull her lips to mine. When I let go of her face, I admit it, “Da, I did. I wasn’t going to let some punk kid try to steal my woman.”
“Why didn’t you approach me then? We could have met as strangers in a safe place.”
“No, I didn’t want to rush this. This has been the longest year of my life, but you needed to grow and learn more about life.”
“I can’t believe you waited a year to meet me.”
“The torture was worth it.”
“So what about all this? You’re looking into my brother as much as me.”
“I didn’t. The company I hired did that. Besides, I have information on the other four island resorts as well. It’s just to judge and evaluate the competition. This business is new to me, and I needed to figure out what works and what doesn’t.”
“I’m not a pawn in this, am I?”
“Marisol, I’d give up everything for you to stay with me. I know it’s crazy, and you want to run, but…”
She interrupts me, “I don’t want to run. For three weeks all I could think about was how I shouldn’t have rushed away from you that day. Strangely, I’ve never felt comfortable as I am in your arms.”
“You’re going to feel a lot more, Marisol,” I whisper in her ear, grinding her ass over my cock. She moans and rocks herself back. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her off to our bedroom.
I have to taste her. I have to claim her as mine. I need to be in her. It's insane, it's criminal and yet none of that matters. In fact, it's the most illegal thing I've ever done, and I couldn't care less. Marisol has been mine from the second my eyes met hers in that photo. I reach down and grab the waistband of her shorts and pull them off. Fuck me she has on a tiny bikini. I let out a growl and press my face to the light material that barely covers her pussy. I breathe her in, and she's delectable. Every ounce of me is holding back until she tells me what I want to hear. “Tell me; do you want this? Do you want to be taken to heights you've never experienced before? I promise you that once you're done, you're never going to want to walk away.” I don't tell her that I'd never let her walk away from me. She doesn't need to know that right now. And I'm fucking crazy obsessed over her. I’d do whatever it took to make her happy. Fuck, I'll even sell my Island to her brother if that would make her happy. “Tell me, my beauty. What is it that you want?” “You,” she cries.
I slide the bikini off her pale skin. She doesn’t get out in the sun as much as most that live in Miami, I love how genuine she is. Her heart and mind make me wild. It’s insane how she turns me on. I can feel my cock beating hard against my zipper, but before I satisfy his need, I want to make my woman come on my tongue.
I run my finger over her slit, rubbing her wetness onto her little nub which is hard and begging for my mouth. She’s so damn soaked. My tongue replaces my finger, licking her from top to bottom. Her hips pop up, I grasp them with my hands, dragging her pussy closer to my face. I want every drop of her cum. She’s shaking, aching for release, but not yet. “Take off your top,” I grunt out over her mound. She shimmies it up over her head to reveal a sexy bikini top that barely covers her perfect breasts. I smile up at her, then dig my hands into her thighs and lick her sweet cunt repeatedly. Every squirm, moan, and cry goes straight to my balls. They are full and ready to give her womb a cum bath.
Slipping a finger into her, I nearly come. She’s too fucking tight for my cock. Damn, I’m going to break her sweet little cunt. No one else will ever be able to satisfy her. I push a little deeper when I feel the telltale sign that she’s all fucking mine. I growl and pull back. Standing up, I kick off my shoes, then tear off my clothes. I can’t get them off quick enough. I move back over her, my fingers strumming her clit and feeling her soaked. I need to claim her more than I need to breathe at this very second. I lean down, capturing her parted lips and thrust my cock into her folds and through her innocence.
Marisol gasps out in pain, but she doesn’t stop me. She throws her arms around my neck and pulls my body closer. I bend my head and tug down her bikini top. I pinch her hard nipple, then sucking it into my warm mouth. She arches her back off the sheets, thrusting her chest in my face while wrapping her legs around my waist. “So fucking perfect, Marisol. You’re mine to treasure. I’m sorry that I had to hurt you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whimpers out in need, tightening her hold around my waist with her heels digging into my ass. That spurs me on, and I begin pumping my huge throbbing cock in and out while moving back and forth between her fabulous tits. The ache in my balls is growing difficult to ignore with each pulsing grasp of her walls. She drags her nails across my back, marking her territory and I love every moment of it.
I move my gaze to her flushed face, and I can see the longing to release, and I want her to give it to me as much as she craves it. “Marisol, come for me. Come on my cock. Cry out my name. No one is going to hear you. But I’m going to feel you. Your tight little pussy is begging for it. You know that all I can think about is how fucking much I want to put my baby in you.” She clenches around my cock, crying out. Her orgasm is sitting on the edge. “You want that too don’t you? Your hungry pussy wants to be bred. It wants my strong sons in you. You want that.”
“Yes, yes, Mikhail,” she screams, coming on my cock, coating it with her sticky sweet juice. I thrust into her womb, hitting her deep inside then letting go. I come so hard, I nearly back out. I empty stream after stream of cum into her, marking her, claiming her as mine.
Chapter 6
Marisol
He doesn’t stop rocking inside of me even though I know he came. My first orgasm, ever, just claimed my soul. Is it possible to be so ready to go again? Even with our climax dripping between us, I want more. I don’t want him to pull out, but I’m sure he will. They can’t go again so fast, can they?
“I know this is wild, but I need you to come again for me.” I nod because his words alone have my pussy tingling with the promise of pure pleasure. He fucks me harder this time, and I grip on for the ride, loving the way he takes control. His hands move under and cup my ass, lifting it off the bed. The grip hits me straight in my core.
“Mikhail,” I moan intensely. Our heated bodies glide against each other as beads of sweat layer our skin. I run my hands over his back and to his ass, squeezing it. Damn his butt is sexy. “Fuck me,” I cry without thinking, letting my emotions and passion run away with him. I come the second he looks down and smiles at me. I know this is so crazy, but he’s where I want to be. He pumps into me, then kisses me as if he knew what I was thinking, and then I feel his cum filling me up again.
I rest my head against the pillows, breathing harshly. He falls to the side of me, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me to his side. “Thank you,” he whispers in my hair, kissing my cheek. A light sound of breathing takes over the silence; I look at him and see he fell asleep. I smile to myself then reality hits me. I stare at him again. Damn, he’s gorgeous. In that second, I know that I’m an idiot. Who the fuck goes to bed with someone they just met? Never mind, many people have hookups, but not with their kidnapper.
I slide out from un
derneath his arm. Immediately I feel the loss of his touch, but I have to get away. I grab my clothes and fix my bikini top. My purse is right where I left it. And to my surprise, my suitcase is also there, so I take some clean clothes Rushing quietly to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and I can’t believe how sexy I look. It’s as if getting fucked brought out the vixen in me, and it shows fabulously. I take out my phone, but I don’t have any missed calls or messages from my brother. I’m surprised by it then I remember what he said, he’s got the insanity that Mikhail has.
Wash up in the shower, then send my brother a message as I put on my undies. What’s going on?
I slip on a pair of capris and a tank top, then I take his brush to my hair. Thankfully, it’s easy to go through. He replies back, Busy, let me know if you want me to send someone to get you.
No, I’m fine.
I see a shadow come into the bathroom and it’s Mikhail. “Are you hiding from me?” he asks. Then my phone dings in with a response from my brother. Before I can grab it, Mikhail does.
“Good, keep that fuck busy,” he reads aloud. “What does that mean? Please don’t tell me that you gave me your virginity for an ulterior motive. Did your brother put you up to this?” He shakes the phone at me, clearly pissed off.
I snatch the phone from him and set it on the vanity. I am not going to put up with shit like that. I know damn well that text is damning, but that’s because he seduced me into forgetting why I went down to his office. “Calm your crazy stalker ass down. It’s not what you think. And I don’t appreciate the mistrust since you’re the one who kidnapped me. I barely had a conversation with my brother before you came into the room twice now. Are you always going to think I’m lying to you?”
He runs his hands through his hair as he meditates the situation. He knows that I’m being honest. I didn’t tell him Julian’s motives, but they aren’t mine. I didn’t give Mikhail my virginity to buy my brother a deal of any sort. “You said what was between us was between us, not you and Julian.”
“Yes,” he mutters, nodding and staring into my eyes.
“Well, this is just between you and me. I didn’t just give my ‘once in a lifetime’ gift to a man for my brother’s sake. His business is his own.”
“Come here. I’m sorry for accusing you. I just don’t know why he would want to keep me busy.” I could see the suspicion in his eyes.
“I do.”
“What is it?”
“I was supposed to tell you, but then everything in your office happened and then we…”
I grab my phone and scroll up to the earlier texts.
“I can’t read in Spanish,” he admits sheepishly. I don’t know why I can’t for the life of me even understand the Russian alphabet even though Destiny tries to teach me.
I read what it says in English, and he gets pissed instantly. He walks out of the bathroom and throws on some clothes without saying a word. Even in his anger, he’s hot, but I’m worried he’d try to hurt my brother.
“Remember if you do anything to hurt Julian, there’s nothing you can do to keep me.” He freezes, turns to look at me, and I see the pain and confusion in his eyes.
“Don’t fucking make threats like that. Don’t do that to me. Don’t tell me you’re leaving. I’m already losing my shit about this. Someone sent my sister over there. I’d been too damn busy with my obsession with you to see that someone was setting her up. I know it’s not your brother, but his interest in my sister isn’t good.”
“Why not?”
“She’s young.”
“And so am I.”
“He’s just using her to get back at me,” he exclaims, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and running his hands over his legs.
“Are you serious? If that was the case, don’t you think he’d wait until he got what he wanted, then send her back to you? Maybe your sister is so perfect he wants her like you want me. Is that impossible? If the picture on your desk is your sister, she’s stunning.” Fuck, even I can hear the jealousy in my voice. He does and pulls me onto his lap.
“She is beautiful. And yes, that woman is my sister. You have nothing to be jealous of. So what are you telling me? Do you think I should let it go?”
I brush my hand across his light scruffy shadow coming in and kiss him softly. I pull back and suggest, “Call your sister and see what’s going on with her. My brother is not cold-hearted, and he’s not devious either.”
“Then that is what I’ll do. I know that she is old enough to make her own decisions and well, if she doesn’t want to leave, I won’t do anything about it.”
“Good.” Just then my tummy decided all conversation was over.
“Oh hell, I am going to be a terrible husband. I fucked my child into your womb, then roll over to sleep. Next, I yell at you, only to finish off the asshole award by starving you.”
“Wow, you made that more dramatic than it is. I am hungry, but how about you show me to some food then call your sister.”
“Whatever you wish as long as you promise not to leave.”
“I’m confused about all of this, but I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses me once more before my belly does an encore performance. He stands up with me in his arms, cradling me, then carries me out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
I giggle when he sits me on the large countertop. “I don’t think that’s where I’m supposed to sit.”
“Why, you’re the most delicious thing in this house. Now stay there, and I will have us some food prepared,” he orders, kissing my nose before moving around to the fridge. “Do you want some tacos?”
“Tacos?”
“Yes, I know you like them.”
“Like is hardly the word I would go with, but how did you…never mind. I should have known that you would know what I eat.”
“Not everything, but I have seen you eat a time or two.” I roll my eyes at him. He twists his head to the side, looking at me intently. “I’m sorry, but I wanted my world safe and prepared before we met.”
“What do you mean safe? Are you a…?”
“No, I’ve never been…how you say, a gangster. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the possible violence that could happen.” I can read the sorrow pouring off of him.
“I have a feeling there’s a story in there. Are you willing to tell me?”
“My parents were brilliant and wealthy back in Moscow. They worked hard and had put their money away. One night, a group of killers came to demand my father work for them. He refused. Two weeks later while my brother and sister were in school, my parents were shot and killed. I came home as they were running out of our home and was shot as well.” He lifts his shirt, and through the thin patch of hair on his chest, there’s a scar. “I am lucky to be alive.” I break down. I didn’t know him back then, but it feels as if I almost lost him. The more that idea dances in my head, the more I think about never getting the chance to meet him. “Don’t cry, Lyubov moya,” he says, sliding his arms around my body and holding me tight.
“I’m sorry. This is nuts.”
“Well, at least we’re in it together. Let me get some food in you because my cock is eager to be in you again.”
“Andale pues. Tengo hambre,” I tease, shoving him back playfully.
“I’m hungry, too,” he growls in my ear.
“I didn’t know you understood Spanish.”
“I don’t really, some things I’ve heard before. I live in Miami after all. I sure as hell can’t read it.” He walks away, taking out some arrachera, and some veggies. My eyes widen because he has everything I like. I smile to myself and hop off the counter. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to help you chop up the vegetables.”
“Fine, you do that. I’ll take this out to the grill. But give me a kiss first.”
“Okay, that I can do.” He takes my mouth in a deep kiss before pulling back and heading out the sliding door. I laugh to myself because this f
eels so normal. I look to see that he’s given me enough space to run, but I don’t want to leave. Instead, I search the kitchen for a cutting board and a knife. I love the kitchen. It’s perfect like it was meant for me. I wonder…nah. It’s just modern and beautiful.
I wash the vegetables and pull out a few small bowls, then begin the chopping. I catch Mikhail looking up from the grill at me. He smiles, and like an idiot, I stare at him like a love-struck fool. I get back to chopping and smiling down at my own silliness.
Chapter 7
Mikhail
I can’t stop looking at her. My phone rings, and I force myself to take my eyes away from her. I answer it when I see it’s Natasha, “Please tell me you’re okay.”
“Mikhail, I am fine. A little pissed off, but I’m fine. Mr. Navarro has been polite for the most part. Although, I’m sure he’s wondering why I’m here and his sister is with you. I can’t believe you would send me to your rival just to get with his sister.”
“I did no such thing.”
“I got a message to leave early from your phone and to go to the airport because you were flying out when I was supposed to come to the island.”
“What the fuck? I didn’t send you any message like that. Someone else set that up. It was probably Navarro.”
“He thinks you’re a criminal. I told him you weren’t, but he said you kidnapped his sister.”
“I didn’t kidnap her. Fuck, I just didn’t stop her from getting on the wrong plane.”
“I can’t believe you. Is this what’s been wrong with you lately.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me lately.”
“Bull crap, brat. Ivan and I know you’ve been zoning out on us when we get together. You can barely keep up with the conversations. I love you, so if she makes you happy, I’ll do all I can to help.”
“I’m sorry, Tasha, but yes, Marisol is all I think about. I’m going to marry her soon whether Navarro likes it or not.”
