Page 21 of Bratva's Stolen Bride
I cough and splutter, my hair over my eyes and despite knowing I’m caught, I push against his shoulders. Then my legs have tangled with his and my brain is putty.
“I’m a shark. And I will catch you every time you try to escape, my naughty little fox.”
Pulling in breath, I glare at him.
I knew he’d catch me. I think I wanted him to.
Holding me to him with one arm, he tucks the wet tendrils of my hair behind my ear.
“Moya lisichka. You’re such trouble.” There’s exasperation in his tone, but he grips me tighter, and without thinking, I wrap my legs around his waist. He’s effortlessly keeping both of us afloat in the deep, blue sea.
That’s the other thing about the water. It’s a leveller. Where on the ground, he towers over me, here he’s just a head. My imagination fills in all the details I saw earlier, but we’re face-to-face.
I’m still breathing hard as I look into Feliks’ eyes, and all the crackling tension between us pulls in, like a thunderstorm cloud rolling over the horizon, low and unavoidable. My inner thighs,the ones he so carefully covered with sunscreen, are clamped onto him. Where I thought I was trying to lever myself away with my hands on his shoulders, I’m gripping him, exploring the top of his back with my fingertips. The sun through the water droplets on my eyelashes and on his face cover everything with sparkles and rainbows.
Suddenly, it’s not the chase and capture that has my heart racing, it’s him.
Feliks. My ex-boyfriend’s dad.
It took months of Ivan badgering me, giving me gifts, and generally not taking no for an answer before I let him kiss me. And even then, it was a sad, tepid kiss. Closed lips. Passionless. I didn’t want it, and I don’t think, from what Feliks said, that Ivan did either.
But less than a day with his dad, and I’m almost ready to beg for a kiss.
“You’ve my captive, and that means you can’t leave. But anything else, Payton, that’s up to you. So if you don’t want me to kiss you, you need to move away. Because being so close to you? I can’t trust myself. You’re too beautiful. Too tempting. Too sweet and perfect for a man like me. And right now, you’re still my son’s girlfriend.”
“Ex-girlfriend.” It’s a little puff of air, barely even words.
“Until I kill him,” he says harshly. “Think carefully about your answer. Consider what you’re going to do next, but don’t take too long because I’ll have my lips on yours.”
I can’t, because I crave whatever this is. I’m hot and needy between my legs and my lips are tingling with desire.
“I’ll give you a countdown. Three.” He leans closer, his warm breath on my lips. “Two.” Angling his head, he raises his hand and slides his fingertips over my jaw. “One.”
Then his lips reach mine.
10
FELIKS
This is what I’ve needed since I first saw Payton. In my arms, yielding, sweet, and her mouth on mine. Her lips taste salty from the sea, but they’re soft, and as soon as I withdraw the smallest amount from the kiss, she makes a needy, breathy sound like, “Uhh”.
It shoots arousal right into my already painfully erect cock.
I tighten my hold on her as I tread water to keep us afloat, and close the gap again, taking her lips with mine.
This time it’s a glide, a lure. I crave deeper, darker, more possessive intimacy with Payton, but this is my invitation and promise to her.
I will make this as good as you deserve, if you just trust me.Her perfect little tits press to my chest, and I long to rip off her bikini and see her nipples. Feel how they pucker from my attention, and hear her cry out with pleasure.
The soft changes to her breathing are gratifying though. I keep teasing her lips with mine, rather than plundering her as I’d like to. My tongue in her mouth, my cock in her tight pussy.
“Feliks,” she moans, and writhes against me.
“Moya lisichka.”
I suck gently on her plush bottom lip and the whimpers, distract me so much I stop swimming for a moment, and she giggles as both our chins are submerged before I kick and get us higher in the water.
“I need to kiss you somewhere that if I get carried away, no one will drown,” I mutter against her lips, but I don’t stop. I’m drifting us towards the beach, and dabbing my tongue over her lips. And when she opens, I take. Sliding my tongue into her mouth is far filthier and better with Payton than anything I can remember.
