Stealing Beauty
“You set that up, didn’t you?” she accuses me. I know she’s talking about the thief, but I just happened to be in the right place in the right time.
“You think I would set someone up to rob you, so I could be your hero?” I challenge. It’s ridiculously pathetic to put her in danger for nothing.
Sensing my outrage at her implication, she stammers out, “No, I suppose that’s crazy, but this is even crazier.” I can see she’s not sure if she believes it.
I take her hand in mine and look into those chocolate eyes with sincerity and say, “I don’t want to be your hero, Marisol. I want you to have a life where you never need to be rescued.”
“Then it was pure coincidence?” she questions archly.
I shrug because she got me there. “Not purely coincidental, but the bastard robbing you was most definitely an unexpected incident.”
“So you’re telling me that you’re stalking me or not. Hell, grr…I don’t get it. I’m freaking losing it. This is insane. I need air.”
“Um, we’re in the air, sweet love. We’ll be landing soon. It’s okay to lust after me. I want more from you, but for now, I’ll take your moans. Your heart, I must work on.”
Chapter 4
Marisol
Mikhail sits back as if he’s not bothered by all of this. He’s a ruthless man with hunger in his eyes. I know it’s for me, but what else is he up to? Why me? Is this passion, just that? I look over to see what’s going on with Destiny, and she’s laughing at something the other guy said. It’s then that I notice a resemblance. I sit back and close my eyes. I don’t want to interrupt. I’m not scared of them, but I’m nervous that I’m letting that pulse between my thighs control my thoughts and decisions. Feeling Mikhail’s eyes on me, I look at him. He’s staring at me. “Would you hurt me if I didn’t want this?”
He flinches as if I smacked him. With a shake of his head, he says, “No, I’d just try to make you see otherwise.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you are my obsession, my addiction, my forever.” It’s so much to take in that I don’t ask any more questions. I sit in silence. Stacia comes back to us several times, bringing drinks to us. I only have one, but she fills his glass two times. I don’t want to fuzzy-up my mind any more than it already is. This man has something about him that makes me more than curious. It makes me hungry or as my generation calls it, thirsty. I’m not sure why I’m experiencing it.
The flight landed in the most gorgeous place I’ve ever seen. The island was more beautiful than I had imagined. He took my hand in his leading me down the stairs and to a black SUV. Once we were inside, he spoke to the driver in Russian, and the car took off.
“Wait, what about Destiny and the other guy?”
“My brother Ivan is going to take good care of your friend. Don’t worry. I want to be alone with you.”
“I need to go back home. My brother is going to be worried about me.”
“Your brother is in a meeting for another two hours, and he’ll be fine. Besides, you can call him later. I’m not going to harm you.”
“You kidnapped me,” I remind him.
He shakes his head, reaching over to adjust my seatbelt. I should find it insulting, but I have this insane feeling that he is telling the truth. He’s worried about my safety. That is sexy to me. Everything he seems to do is sexy in my eyes from the way he held his vodka glass to the way he whispered in my ear.
He looks me in my eyes and with a straight face says, “I did no such thing. I got on my plane. You got on my plane.”
“Well, I didn’t know it was your plane,” I argue, scrunching my nose at him, waiting for him to contradict that.
He chuckles giving me a broad smile. “And that is legally my fault because?”
I grab onto his suit lapels, clench my teeth, and say, “You are infuriating.”
“And you’re enchanting,” he responds with a dark smirk.
“Are you going to kiss me already?”
With a growl, his lips find mine. The sensation is instant, and as the rough, passionate kiss intensifies, I slide my arms up around his neck and up into his short dark brown hair. He grabs at mine, pulling my head back. And his other hand grasps at my thigh, dragging it over his leg. I can feel his cock, hard and long, against my pussy. I thrust my hips forward, rubbing on his length. I moan out, and he freezes. I open my eyes as he pulls back onto the seat next to me. He cups my cheeks and says in a low, powerful voice, “You’re mine. No one else gets to hear your cries of pleasure. I mean that. I will finish this the moment we get to our home. Then you can come as loudly as you like.” He brings my hand to his mouth and places a kiss. That’s when I look and realize I was on the verge of coming in front of his driver and some other guy in the passenger seat.