Page 30 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Don’t fucking touch my family!” I scream at him.
“Then stop fucking around and submit. There is no escape, no one ever escapes. Not alive anyway.” He laughs that evil laugh, and I know. I know he isn’t bluffing. My shoulders sink.
I’ve lost.
He’s won.
I wish that they would just kill me. Death is better than what they planned for me.
I wake up from my nightmare in a cold sweat, looking around the dark room as panic grips me. I jump out of bed and head to the window. I pull back the curtain and see the pool, the gardens, and the twinkling lights of Ibiza below us. Seeing them brings me back from my nightmare. I’m okay. I’m safe. No one is going to get me. I walk into my bathroom and splash my face a couple of times. Grabbing a fluffy white towel, I wipe the water off, feeling better. I’m not ready to go back to bed yet, the aftereffects of the nightmare are still lingering at the edges. Sighing, I decide to creep down the corridor into the quiet house. Luckily the boys have set me up on one side of the house while they are on the other. I shouldn’t disturb them with my late-night activities which usually involve grabbing a drink and watching some TV before falling back asleep again.
As I potter around the kitchen making myself a drink my thoughts wind back to the day. It was certainly interesting. Tomas surprising me, turning from this cold and aloof character to this carefree, happy, and funny guy. I wasn’t expecting to get drunk with him while watching Mateo’s show. I also wasn’t expecting to get addicted to Mateo’s show.
Movement in the pool area grabs my attention, and my heart starts racing.
Is someone out there trying to break in?
I move closer to the window and squint, trying to work out exactly what’s going on while trying to calm my nerves. Then I see Mateo and Tomas in the pool splashing around. My hand stills on my chest trying to slow down my beating heart. Thank goodness it’s only them enjoying a late-night swim. I really got lucky collapsing in front of their home. Two handsome men, who spoil me and look after my every whim, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven because men like Mateo and Tomas can’t be real. Not that I can remember if any of my past boyfriends were as wonderful as these two. Stupid brain. Why won’t you work?As much as the two of them tell me I’m not intruding on their holiday, I feel like I am. I’m all up in their personal space, and for two incredibly busy men like them, there must be a portion of them frustrated that I’m here. Especially as they haven’t brought any women home. Two men as good-looking as those two, they would have women lining up to date them. You’re the worst cockblocker, Zoe.
There was even a point today where I thought the two of them were flirting with me.Wishful thinking, Zoe. As if those two handsome men would want you.What am I thinking? I should be concentrating on getting my memory back not getting laid.
Throwing back the last of my drink, I take another look out at Tomas and Mateo in the pool, I contemplate going out there, but I should really leave these two alone; I’m sure they are sick of my presence. Midnight swims are probably the only time they have to enjoy their home without me getting in the way.
Wait, what just happened?
I shake my head as my eyes narrow in on Mateo and Tomas in the pool. I watch as Mateo grabs Tomas around the neck and pulls him in for a kiss.
I can’t quite believe what I’m seeing. Am I dreaming this?
Tomas kisses him back just as passionately, and I feel the kiss all the way down to my toes as my skin breaks out in goosebumps.
No … but …
I move toward the window to get a better look because I can’t believe what I am seeing.
Theyarekissing.
I swear I should look away, but I’m mesmerized. These two men are beautiful together. And here I thought they were flirting with me.Such an idiot, Zoe.They were just being kind. I bite mybottom lip as I continue to watch them, knowing I’m intruding on an intimate moment but unable to move away.
Mateo now has Tomas pushed up against the pool’s edge, holding him tightly. Tomas’s hands are roaming over Mateo’s exposed body, caressing each and every bronzed muscle. Mateo then lifts Tomas out of the water and places him on the pool’s edge.
They are both naked.Look away, Zoe.In one second. I promise I will. My eyes shift down to where Tomas’s cock stands tall and proud. Tingles flutter between my legs. Control yourself, woman.
Mateo looks up at Tomas, those chocolate eyes molten with need before his lips descend onto Tomas’s cock.
Holy shit, that is hot.
Tomas’s head falls back in pleasure, and a groan falls from his lips as his eyes close, enjoying the sensation of Mateo’s mouth as it moves up and down over his length.
I shouldn’t be watching. I should be walking back to my bed like I promised I would, but my feet seem to be stuck in cement.
Then I hear a guttural groan reverberate through the midnight air. Mateo looks up and gives Tomas a smile filled with so much love and admiration it makes me feel guilty that I have stood and watched their intimacy.
Go to bed, Zoe.
That is my cue to leave. I have intruded enough into their personal time. I make a hasty escape and race back to my bedroom. As soon as I lay back in bed, the images of Mateo and Tomas together swirl around my mind.
It’s hot.
