by C. M. Steele
“Not cool, brat. I’m staying here as a guest of Mr. Navarro’s, and he’s being nice about everything. Don’t do anything too crazy. I just wanted you to know I was okay before you sent an army for me.”
“Are you really okay?” I have to be sure that he’s not going to harm her. In my gut, I know he’s not going to hurt her physically, but what if he breaks her heart?
“Yes, I promise.”
“I’m going to find out who sent you there,” I inform her. Someone had to send her there and accessed my phone. I looked, and there are no texts to my sister about anything, so they cloned my phone, or they freaking hacked my phone, sending the messages then deleting them.
“Good. I want to know that, too. Julian will want to look into it, too. Have a good night.” she says, ending the call. I can’t believe that she believes it was me. Navarro is already working on her. Beating his ass would make my day. Completely frustrated, I go back to the grill and about to put the steaks on it when I don’t see Marisol standing there anymore. Turning off the grill, I walk back in. She’s not in the kitchen, and the knife is missing. I run upstairs and find her things there. I call my head of security. “Has anyone left the compound?”
“No, but Viktor’s vehicle is coming forward.”
“Don’t let him leave. I can’t find Marisol.”
“Shit, okay.” I go into my office and open my secret drawer, pulling out my Walther. I may not be a thug, but I am sure as fuck prepared to deal with anyone who wants to hurt my family. Suddenly, I can hear shots fired through the phone. I’m out the door and into my truck. I speed to the gate, but Viktor’s truck is gone.
Fear and anger send me racing down the road. There aren’t many places for him to hide, but he could attack the guests as well. I open the tracking device I have for all of the phones I gave to my employees. I’m on the right road, but I’m a good mile away from him.
I call his phone and the asshole answers. “Where is she, Viktor?”
“Your little bitch is in my lap. If I don’t get what I want, you’ll get her back in pieces.” I’m going to kill the bastard.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask as our beacons get closer together.
“Are you fucking stupid?” he roars. “I want the money. I want everything. You were supposed to die. If you had the other two would have been next. You didn’t, and my father protected them. He died saving them from the people I hired. Now you owe me everything. Hell, your woman is so tempting, I might keep her,” he adds sinisterly. I speed up and see he’s one car ahead of me. We have to slow down because we’ve hit the main town area, but he veers off, doing a U-turn as he passes me, I don’t see Marisol in his SUV. I pull a U-turn and speed up to him. I’m on his side, and he opens fire at me. I shoot in his vehicle and hit him in the arm. He swerves off the road onto a ditch. I’m about to go after him and get Marisol if she’s in the back, but my Bluetooth goes off. “What is it? I’m chasing Viktor. I need to get Marisol.”
“She’s here, boss. She’s hurt, but she’s okay. We’ve called medics for Beto who was injured at the gate.”
“I’m on my way. Send the police to get this fuck.”
I rush back to the estate. My gate is fucked, but my men are standing there with guns. Damn, I pull in and see the medics loading Beto into the back.
“Where is she?” I roar.
My guard points to the house. Looking that way, I see her running out of the house and to me. “Mikhail,” she cries out, jumping into my arms, kissing me frantically.
“I’m so fucking happy you’re safe, Marisol,” I say, kissing her again. Carrying her back inside, I sit her on the large sofa. I have to hold her and make things right. “I’m so sorry that I brought this on you. I’m so damn sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. We can’t take the blame for others,” she informs me, brushing her nose against my neck.
I stop her movements and bring her face to mine. “But if I didn’t kidnap you…”
She smirks as she bites her bottom lip. I know, I just admitted it, but I don’t care. “I thought you said I just got on the wrong plane.”
“You did, but I kept you here.”
“Well, you got me there. But I happen to want to stay.”
“Good, because I’m never letting you go,” I remind her. Then pull her mouth to mine, kissing her until we’re breathless. My hands roam over her then I hear a hiss. Shit, she’s hurt. How could I forget?
“Shit, I need to get you to a doctor.”
“No, no. I’m fine. It’s a little scrape.” She pulls up her shirt to show me the injury on her right flank.
“It needs something on it. You can’t just let it go.” Just then my security team comes in. “Sir, we have a problem.”
I set Marisol on the sofa and stand up. “What’s the problem? Is Beto not going to make it?” Fuck, I can’t imagine that. He’s only twenty-one and has a heart of fucking gold.
“No, he’s going to be okay,” Misha assures me. With a deep breath, he spits out the problem, “Viktor has gone missing.”
“What? Send a team to look for him. I want him found immediately,” I roar. I left the bastard in a ditch. I should have killed him. He deserves it for not only trying to kidnap, Marisol, but the murder of my parents. I must tell Ivan and Natasha. This is going to be painful.
“I need a doctor brought here to examine, Marisol. I also need some food brought over please.”
“Will the cantina work?” he asks. Misha has been with me for three years as I worked to become more than a statistic in Moscow. He’s only twenty-five and on his way to better things.
“Yes, that will work. Some steak taco dinners with everything for us, Misha.”
“Yes, sir.” He gives me a slight bow and leaves.
She jumps to her feet and starts to argue, “I don’t need a doctor.”
“Please do it for me. You’re probably going to be just fine, but I’d rather be sure. I’m sorry about all of this, but until he’s found, we’ll be locked up in the house.”
“I think we can find something to do in the meantime,” she replies with intent. I lower my head, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pressing my lips on hers. A tiny gasp escapes her parted lips, allowing room for my tongue to taste hers. I growl and slide my other hand down her to her ass, dragging her up against my hard cock. The way her curves clung to my body, asking for release, demanded I give it to her. As hard as it was, I pull back. “Sorry, we have to wait, but later I promise I’ll give you all the orgasms it takes to keep you here with me.”
My phone rings, and it’s Oleg, another one of my security team on the island. “Yes,” I answer.
“They found him hiding in the wooded area. He’s being taken to the hospital now.”
“Good, keep someone on him twenty-four-seven.” I don’t want to let him slip through our fingers; he has a lot to answer for.
“Yes, we have several officers and two of the security team following the ambulance.”
“Thank you.”
“They have him and are transporting him to the hospital.”
“Wow, that’s great news. I can’t believe what a night this has been.” She presses her head into my chest and wraps her arms around my waist. I feel her rubbing her cheek against my shirt, nestling into me. I hold her closer, brushing my lips on her hair. I love her with all my soul. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for her.
Chapter 8
Marisol
“Ay Dios, Mikhail,” I moan, thrusting my hands over my head and clutching my pillow. Waking up to his mouth on my pussy is amazing, and I come almost instantly. This is the second morning of pure pleasure, coming hard and quick. “I’m coming,” I cry out.
He fucks my pussy with his fingers while sucking on my clit until I’m getting worked up again. The way he owns my body is more than I can handle, and I know he’s nowhere near done with me. His hands skim my hips, then my waist as he kisses my
belly. “Soon, you’ll have my baby in there, swelling with my child and letting everyone know that you’re mine. You’re going to come for me again as I fill you up with every drop of my seed.” I feel the tip of his penis at my entrance as his mouth closes around my nipple, sucking and tugging until my back arches, then he thrusts into me. I gasp feeling the fullness. I love the way his whole frame overpowers mine, protecting and adoring me.
He slams his mouth on mine as he pumps his long, thick cock into my womb, dominating it, claiming it for himself. “You’re mine, moya krasota,” he utters with so much devotion that I feel my pussy pulses around this length. My nails dig into his back as I fall apart, coming for him.
As soon as my pussy stops throbbing, Mikhail pulls out of me. I’m about to protest when he grabs me and flips me onto my stomach. I gasp and giggle. “I’m going to see if you’re laughing soon, Lyubov moya,” he growls over my ass cheek. He bites down then dips lower, cupping the back of my thighs and lifting me onto my knees. His fingers rub across my wet pussy lips, stroking them back and forth. I feel his lips suck on me from behind. I pump my ass back like a cat in heat, like my greedy ass didn’t just come.
He continues to eat me, slowly teasing toward my back entrance. I cry out when he pushes two fingers into my soaking wet pussy, then runs them back to my ass, circling my rim. I shiver from the thrill of the forbidden. “Soon, I’m going to fuck your ass. I want to feel every part of you,” he apprises me before his hand swats my ass. I give another cry, arching my ass for more. With a chuckle, he gives me what I need on the other cheek, then he thrusts his cock into my pussy. His hands move over my hips, grasping them, holding tight as he fucks me. The feel of his balls smacking my pussy and my ass slapping his taut stomach cause mini spasms of delight through me. He only gives me three deep strokes before my walls constrict, and I come again.
“Mine,” he roars, coming hard and fast inside me. He leans down over me, kissing my shoulder and whispering in Russian. I don’t know what it all means, but I’m sure they are all passionate, romantic words.
He rolls to the side taking me with him with his body spooning me. I’m falling madly in love with this man. Hell, I believe I’m already there.
“I love you, Marisol,” he utters against my pulse, then up behind my ear he repeats passionately followed with a kiss to my jaw. “I love you, moya krasota,” he says once more before falling asleep. I could stay like this forever, but we travel to Isla Nubia, Julian’s island to discuss the whole Viktor problem and bring Natasha back home.
Epilogue
Marisol
Seven months later
Things have been wild since I’ve married the sexiest stalker ever. And I’m so grateful that he pursued me to the point of misleading me onto a plane. Some would call me crazy, but it doesn’t bother me because I’m mad about my husband.
I rub my swollen belly, sitting in our little home in Miami. We’re here until the baby is born and I recover from delivering our son, then it’s off to our island paradise. I dropped out of school and became my husband’s full-time assistant. It’s a perfect job because it allows me to be at his side as often as possible. It works for both of us. The threat of someone from Russia coming to attack us lingers in Mikhail’s mind. Viktor isn’t a problem anymore because he’s rotting in prison. He pled guilty to attempted murder and abduction. Russian officials are seeking an extradition hearing to bring him to Moscow to face charges of murder for Mikhail’s parents.
It crushed Natasha when we told her. Ivan lost his temper and wanted to strangle Viktor, but they all decided that letting the courts handle it was for the best. They needed to move past the pain of the past. Mikhail has even gotten used to me going out with only two guards at a time.
Tonight, he’s out playing poker with a few friends, and I’m spending the evening reading in bed. I’ve picked up a few books at the bookstore today, and I’m already into the second one. The books are so sexy that I can’t wait for Mikhail to come home and eat my pussy. It’s aching, and he’s the only one that can make it better. I know he’ll be back in two hours, but the longing is still there and growing. I climb my big bellied body out of bed which is starting to get hard to do, in order to find a sweet snack.
I want something, but I’m not sure what I want. The house is crawling with security on nights that he’s not home. It’s not often, but they play poker at least once a month and Mikhail is serious about my safety. I get down to the kitchen, and it strikes me. “Ice cream. That’s what I want. I want some ice cream.” I open the freezer and find the tub of chocolate chip cookie dough. I open it up and start to cry. There’s not enough inside. It’s sadly pathetic, but I break down at the same time I shove a spoon of the cookie dough ice cream down my throat.
There’s only about a handful of spoon-sized bites left. Once I finish my ice cream, I lick the spoon clean and toss it into the sink.
Then I send a text to Mikhail. Out of cookie dough ice cream. Bring more on the way home.
I go back up to our room and open my book again. Twenty minutes later, I hear the security gate unlock and begin to open. I look out our bedroom window and see it’s Mikhail driving in. I hurry down the stairs causing a bit of dizziness. I freeze until I get steady and he comes through the front door with two pints of ice cream. I run into his arms and kiss him. “What are you doing home so early?”
“You needed ice cream.”
“I only suggested on your way home. You didn’t have to finish your game so soon.”
“What if I say how much I missed you? Because I have.” He kisses me deeply. “Now how about I get you some ice cream.”
“What would I do without you?” I sigh, squeezing him tight. I love him so much I can barely stand it.
“Probably be in college right now without a swollen belly.” He froze then growled.
“What’s wrong?” I look up into his light eyes.
“I just had a thought of someone else putting a baby in you. You’re mine, and there is no what if we never met. You’re stuck with me.”
“Lucky for me. Now let me get my ice cream.” He takes my hand and leads the way to creamy goodness.
Mikhail
Five years later
“Touch your pussy. Yes, stroke it for me.” She rubs her little slit while looking into my eyes with hunger. I grab my cock, stroking it from tip to base repeatedly. Her eyes move to my cock, petting herself faster. “Do you like staring at me as I jack off, Marisol?”
She nods, reaching her free hand up to her breasts and squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples. “Damn I wish I had my mouth on your tits, sucking on them until you came. I’ll be home tonight, but can you come for me now, Lyubov moya? Come for me, my love.” I pump faster, lifting my hips with each jerk. My balls tighten up and get ready.
“I’m coming,” she cries out over the screen.
“I’m about to come. Give me all your screams, Marisol. Damn, I wish I had your pretty mouth here to clean me all up. You know you love that, don’t you?”
She nods and whimpers, her hips buck, soaking her fingers as she comes. “Fuck I’m coming, too,” I roar, nutting all over my hand and the floor.
“I love this,” she moans, slipping on her robe.
“Me, too, but it’ll be ten times better when I get home.”
“Thanks for helping my brother.”
“I’d do anything to make you happy. He needed it. The hurricane destroyed this place. I’m glad that the crews got it cleaned up and the power working pretty fast. Now, I can come home to my lovely, beautiful family.”
“I can’t wait.” I can hear crying in the background. It’s coming from the baby monitor. We have three kids: two sons Mikhail junior and Luka, and our youngest is a little girl, Sasha Maria, named for both our mothers. “Our baby girl is up it seems. I love you, but I have to go change her.”
“I love you, too. Give the baby kisses for me,” I tell her, missing my babies.
“Always. I love you. Please come home safe.”
“Always,” I reply before she ends the session.
It’s been a week since I’ve been gone. It has been hard, but there is no way I would have brought my family here without it up and running smoothly. In fact, that’s why I’m here, helping the business end to get everything managed and prepared to reopen. I’d rather be home, but I couldn’t in good conscious not help. My brother-in-law got over our rather unorthodox beginning.
Three hours later, I come home to three small babies wrapped up in our bed, snuggling their momma. I take out my phone and take a picture of my happiness, making it my home screen.
Kicking off my shoes, I go to bed, and I move the baby into her cradle next to the bed, then slide in between the boys and Marisol, holding my little family.
“Welcome home,” she murmurs sleepily. I lean down and steal a kiss.
“Thank you for all of this. Rest my queen.” She snuggles up against my chest.
This is the life. Stealing my beauty was the best decision I’ve ever made.
THE END
C.M. Steele’s Book List
The Captive Series:
Luciano’s Willing Captive
The Russian's Captive
Sergei's Stubborn Captive
The Caught Series:
Caught In A Case
Caught Off Guard
Caught in A Lie
Caught Crossing the Line
Caught Breaking the Law
Caught Red Handed
The Kane Family:
His Christmas Rose
Her Christmas Surprise
His Candy Kane
Christmas in July
The O'Connell Family:
Claiming Red
Burning for Claire
Claiming Abby
Reminding Red
Family & Friends:
Wanting it All
Lassoing His Cowgirl
Ben's Resolve
Chasing his Sunshine
The James Family:
