Page 10 of Bratva’s Stolen Bride (Obsessed Bratva Bosses #1)

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.

Acceptance of this girl I shouldn’t touch, shouldn’t have, is heady.

She’s mine . The thought is raw and primal, as intense as the instinct to chase her down when she tried to swim away.

Mine . Mine to protect, mine to care for, mine to pleasure until she’s wrung out and exhausted.

Her tongue meets mine, and the salty, wet slide makes my mouth water. I need more.

One of my hands shifts up, almost without my say-so, and cups the back of her head, bringing her closer to me.

Angling our heads so I can kiss her deeper, I let myself just feel this moment of her in my arms, in the sea where I caught her, with no questions because our tongues are dancing together.

The water is soft and warm, the top few inches heated compared to the cooler currents that swirl around my legs.

Later is the time for doubt on her side, and guilt on mine.

With every second that passes I’m more certain that leaving Payton is impossible, and not keeping close will break me.

I crush her to me, and this kiss has gone feral. My cock is aching for the relief of being in her, an iron bar between us. Undeniable. And there’s an unexpected hunger too.

I’d like to breed this girl.

Not a thought I’ve ever had before. I kick steadily to keep us both afloat, but that’s not what steals all the breath from my lungs.

No, it’s the idea of sending jets of seed up into her fertile womb.

It’s a fiery craving that burns at my skin like the tropical sun drying the seawater on my face and baking on the salt.

Bind her to me. Make a family, deliberately.

A wife and children I’d protect and nurture.

Payton seems innocent, but the eager way she kisses me now that she’s in my arms tells me how we’d be together. Explosive.

I ease my hand down until it’s holding her bottom, and she’s grinding against the length of my erection in time to the sway of the water. And perhaps it’s the curve of her peachy little arse that snaps my self-control. Because a kiss isn’t enough.

I need to feel her come, and we’re too far out to do that.

Gripping her hair in my fist, I separate our mouths and look into her eyes. Pale-blue as the horizon, and just as clear.

My cock throbs with demand.

“Did you like it when I swam after you?” I ask simply.

Her mouth falls open, a perfect little pink “O”. Her lips are wet and pink, and a bit swollen from the intensity of our kiss.

“Did I…?” She blinks.

I tug her hair, pulling her head back to reveal her sensitive neck.

She lets out a little cry, and her hips writhe against me.

“When we’re on dry land, I’m going to make you scream. But I’m reasonable.” I’m not. “I’ll give you a chance to get away, what, to the other side of the island?” I have a suspicion what we’ll find if we go there, and it’s not just the diving spot. Her pupils are blown despite the sun.

Payton gets a look that I’m beginning to recognise. She’s planning something. “I need a head start.”

“Of course.” I release her, and she pushes away.

“When I’m halfway to the beach, you can come after me.”

I grin. I enjoy a challenge, and moya lisichka clearly thinks she’s fast.

“Go on then.” I judge the distance. I’ll get her. “Ten, nine.” Her eyes go wide, and then she hurls herself through the water. And however quick I thought she was before, I’m impressed now. She doesn’t hold anything back, swimming with a smooth, efficient stroke that’s almost as fast as mine.

I smile as I keep counting down, speaking louder so she can hear me.

This girl. She’s stronger than she looks, and she’s motivated.

So am I.

My muscles vibrate with the need to get after her. To seize her. To have her in my arms again after a chase.

She’s going to make me work for this.

I wonder if I’ll manage to catch her in the water? I assumed I would, but as I count, “Four, three, two,” I’m not sure, and sprinting along the sand becomes a very real prospect. “One. I’m coming for you, lisichka.”

I take my first powerful stroke, kicking like hell, and sending me forwards. Then I’m head down. Focused on swimming as fast as possible, every muscle working in rhythm, with a single aim.

Get her. Pin her. Make her mine.

There’s tranquillity in the pursuit. My mind is clear of anything but the water around me and the desire to capture my girl.

The salt. The sun. My world in the shape of a forbidden woman half my age. But this is utter clarity when presented with a choice of whether to allow her to put herself in danger, or force her into my arms? There’s no question.

My cock is still as stiff as a bat, which probably accounts more for why I’m not faster. I’m swimming with a fucking anchor dragging, and no oxygen going to my limbs that really need it.

But there’s no way my cock is getting the message. It has main character syndrome, and thinks chasing Payton is entirely for horny reasons.

There’s just my heart pounding in my chest as I slice through the sea, the colour turning pale-turquoise as I reach the area closer to the beach.

Salty water clarifies everything. Tears. Blood. The ocean. And right now, it has revealed to me that no matter what the price is, Payton belongs to me.

My eyes sting as I look up to check where she is, and fuck. Moya lisichka is a wily little thing.

She’s scrambling to her feet ahead of me. I’ll be faster than her on solid ground, with my longer, stronger legs. But what if she gets to the house in time to make mischief? Lock me out perhaps?

Pizdets, I cannot let that happen.

I push harder. My chest heaves. My arms are screaming as I hear her splashing.

Got to get her. Then the water is shallow, and I’m on my feet and pounding after her, spray flying everywhere.

I’ve gained. A lot. But she’s probably six paces ahead.

Her dripping wet, bikini-clad body is a sight I’ll have burned into my retinas for the rest of my life.

I home in on her, my taller frame eating up the ground far quicker.

The soft sand makes it hard going for us both, but more so for her, with her shorter frame meaning more steps.

I’ve never run like this. I’ve never chased, either, and it’s sheer willpower that forces my lactic-acid-filled legs faster, closing the gap between us.

Then she’s at the patio door, pulling it open, my feet slapping on the wooden deck, and as she slips inside, I barge in with her.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, I propel us across the room, falling onto the sofa, me under her to break her fall before I roll over and pin her squirming body with my hips.

Pinning her, I look down into her blue eyes.

Mine .