Stealing Beauty

“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.