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“Freeze off the Italians. Make some shit up, my friend. We have a much more lucrative offer for you,” he said and then, before I could ask what the fuck he meant, he turned around and started walking away from me. My pulse was drumming in my veins as I watched him, wondering what the fuck had just happened.
Moments later, Marinka approached me.
“Who was that?” she asked, dripping wet and standing in front of me in that black fucking bikini that barely covered any of her skin.
I waited until Petrovsky vanished behind the rocks before letting out a sharp exhale. The muscles in my jaw were ticking as I ran my eyes over Marinka’s wet body. Fuck, she had amazing legs and ass. The same ass Alex had touched...
That ass, she had no idea what I could do to it. Small droplets of water were running down her torso, over her thighs. She was petite and slim, just the way I liked my women to be, but fuck, she looked so stunning in this scorching heat. She distracted me for a second, but I knew I couldn’t underestimate Petrovsky. I believed it was time to reach out to her old man and find out what was going on.
“Don’t concern yourself with him, teacup. The lounging at the beach is over for you. Go to your room and wait for me there. Right now,” I ordered.
I was hard again. She wasn’t supposed to be my type. She was just damaged goods with mental health problems and yet, I was slowly becoming obsessed with her. I needed to get her out of my head pronto, otherwise this whole arrangement was going to get complicated.
I was always in control and when she was around, I lost my marbles.
She stared at me for a moment, but quickly realized I was serious for she nodded and started walking back toward the hotel.
The strong wind ruffled my hair. I waited a few minutes walking over to Pedro. Even from a distance, I couldn’t take my eyes off Marinka’s delicate curves. She was temping me too much and I wanted to rectify this straight away. She needed to understand that no man could ever touch her.
“I’m sorry, boss, but I only just noticed him when he walked up to you,” Pedro stated, taking out his gun and looking around. I trusted all my men and didn’t believe any of would have betrayed me.
“He must have been tailing us from Chicago. Just let Andreas have a look around and you stay here. We are going to be leaving this place in a few hours,” I told him, trying to tamp down the tension that started creeping over my back. I hated surprises like that and I hated the fact he knew I really didn’t want to make that deal with the Italians. The alliance between my people and the Italians would threaten the Russians’ hold on the northern territory and possibly lead them to losing one of their strongholds—but we both knew it would be a tenuous win at best. And a very shortsighted one because one bad deed begot another. The Russians would not take kindly to this. Petrovsky had just made this clear in not so many words.
Could the Italians deliver? Would their backhanded, blindly brutal style of business ruin everything in the end? I suspected it would and rocking the boat too much sounded like insanity in my eyes—counterproductive to our goals—but my brothers had a hard time seeing things my way. I wasn’t one to kowtow to their wishes, but I aimed at having them more involved in business in the future, and the only way to do that was to give them a little more to work with. Maybe I was doing this all wrong.
“All right, boss,” Pedro said.
I then headed toward the stairs, both frustrated and hard, all because of Marinka and the fact that Marcus Petrovsky had tracked me down all the way here.
He must have had someone tip him from the inside. There was no way Russians would know where to find me otherwise. I needed to reach out to my people so they could dig anything on him because I had to have some sort of leverage.
“Hey, Sebastian, I hope we are good. I didn’t mean to touch your woman earlier on, but sometimes I can’t fucking control myself. I meant no offense,” Alex said, blocking my way as I was crossing the restaurant floor.
That idiot had touched what was mine and I would address this but I was too busy to deal with him right now. Marinka was waiting for me upstairs. She needed to be fucking reminded what her place was. She was never going to forget her wedding day for as long as she lived.
“She’s my property,” I stated, wanting to cut this short and sweet. He was probably scared and he should have been, because I wasn’t going to let this one slide. Alex’s expression shifted, going from happy to apprehensive. We didn’t know each other very well, but we both had mutual contacts. Lately, I heard that his business here in France wasn’t entirely on the up and up, and things were going downhill.
“You got gold in your hands, but I will keep myself in line next time,” he assured me.
I smirked, and then headed straight to her room. Alexey was so fucking clueless. Marinka was more than just a piece of fine ass. She was a powerful woman. That girl was going to get me in trouble … so much fucking trouble.
I entered her large room and shut the door behind me. She was sitting on the bed, still in her black bikini with the towel around her waist. Her hair was damp and she smelled like the sand and sea.
And she was my fucking wife now.
“I’m sorry about earlier. He caught me off guard and I was so shocked, I couldn’t move. I didn’t really know how to react,” she mumbled, looking at me with wide blue eyes.
I was glad she was scared. She needed to be. I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to touch her, but right in that moment, I completely shut that voice of reason away. I wanted to punish her so fucking much. This was the only way for me to get through this evening.
“No talking now. Take off your bikini top, teacup. Earlier on, you forgot who you belong to.” I took my jacket off and tossed it into a corner of the room. The air conditioning was on and I noticed her nipples were stiff. A cool breeze caressed my neck as I approached the bed. Her eyes went from me to my chest to my hands.
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, her voice uneven. I was still hard, wondering how much she would enjoy sucking my cock. She would probably squeak, struggling to fit it in her mouth.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, teacup. Take your fucking bra off or I will rip it off you,” I said, getting on the bed, close to her. She tried to crawl away, but I grabbed her legs and pulled her close.
“No, please. He cornered me and I didn’t even know he was standing behind me. Besides, you paid for that dress, Sebastian. You said I could wear whatever Madame Bois brought for me,” she said, trying to push me away, but all that talking and yanking wasn’t going to get her anywhere. I was lost in the swirl of madness and desire.
When she didn’t do as I asked, I grabbed her bikini bra and ripped it off her. Her perky breasts were revealed, the areola pink and sweet. Perfect for sucking.
