Page 50 of Bratva Prince
Was I nervous? Fuck yes. There wouldn’t be only one boar on this island, and my heart thumped as I pictured a group of them charging toward her.
But she insisted, demanding that I rest my leg and we needed to eat, so her wandering around in search of food was the only option.
“I’ve been doing this every day, and nothing’s gone wrong yet,” she reasoned, though the ‘yet’ didn’t make me feel any better about the situation.
I’d finally put on my pants, no longer caring if they were a little damp, but left my chest exposed, which Willow couldn’t quit staring at. Though, I didn’t mind. I liked the attention, no matter how much I refused to admit it.
“Or,” I suggested a counteroffer, “You could stay here and we could have sex.” I wiggled my eyebrows, hoping to sway her with my charm, but it was a no-go.
“We need to eat. We need to find wood to build a fire. Wood that isn’t soaked from the rain.”
“Now, I can’t make you do all the work,” I answered with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes, taking the familiar placement of her hands on her hips as she cocked her head to the side. “You can’t be moving around too much with your injured leg. Sit still and I’ll be back soon.”
Grabbing the bag, she swung it around her shoulders and readied herself to leave.
“Willow, wait,” I called out, stopping her in her tracks.
She turned to face me, and I motioned for her to come closer. The steps toward me took too long, and I wanted her in my embrace that instant. “Come here.” I waved her closer until she knelt down beside me.
“What is it?” she asked, annoyed at my distraction.
I grabbed her hands and pulled her on top of me, shoving my tongue in her mouth in a heated kiss that I was hoping could lead to something more. Maybe a repeat of last night.
A smile curled at her lips and she pulled away, blocking my mouth with her hand. “Sorry, sir, but I have work to do. Now sit here and be a good boy until I get back.” When she tried to pull away, I jerked her right back, unrelenting in my pursuit. She huffed, which made my grin double in size.
But when my hand reached around to her ass, and I gave it a nice smack before I gripped it hard, she arched her back to grind against me, teasing me with her seductive moves.
My hands cupped her tits, sliding beneath her shirt, but she swatted them away. “Later,” she chuckled, attempting to release herself from my grip, but I held firm. As firm as my cock was getting beneath my pants.
Sliding my hands to her neck, I brought her closer to whisper in her ear, “I’ll be holding you to that,” before giving her ass one more smack and letting her leave.
She stood up, but I said, “Willow, one more thing.”
Unamused, she knelt back down. Her tone was growing in irritation, but I loved watching her get mad. It was cute. Like watching a puppy try to appear intimidating. I couldn’t help but laugh—which only pissed her off more.
I cupped her face, pulling her in for a kiss. “That was all,” I said, letting her go for real that time.
She disappeared into the forest with a canteen and a bag of beef jerky in the bag, declaring she’d check out the island to see if there was anything noteworthy.
Hours passed—not that I’d realized because I’d fallen back asleep for most of them, but I could tell by the location of the sun that struggled to peek out from behind the clouds. It had to be mid-afternoon, and Willow was still gone.
A panic built in my chest, and I forced myself up at record speed to investigate the area around us. What if she encountered another boar? Or if she slipped over the side of a cliff from the slick terrain? Possibilities swarmed my mind, and I had to shove the thoughts away and believe that she was alright. What else could I do with a leg that could barely stand?
But when another hour had passed, and there was no sign of her, I paced back and forth in the cave until I’d finally seen her figure in the distance, walking toward me.
“About fucking time!” I shouted, hastily wobbling to the edge of the cave and into the rain where she was coming from. “Where the hell have you been?”
My tone was scolding, and possibly a bit too blunt—though in my defense, she scared the shit out of me.
“Excuse me?” Out of breath and face burning bright from the hike, she hurled the bag toward me, and I opened the flap to see various findings. “I was out looking for necessities, so don’t get pissy with me, you Viking prick.”
She may have expected me to rebut with my own snarky comment, but instead, I wrapped my arms around her, embracing her in a tight hug. I didn’t notice, nor care, about my leg as I’d limped over to her. I was too relieved that she was alive.
“Ivan?” she asked, her eyes filled with questions when I pulled back and held her at arm's length.
“Willow, you scared the hell out of me!” I shouted, my words coming out as more of an accusation than the concern that was hidden behind them. “I had no idea where you’d gone to for so long. I was terrified something happened to you.”
