Taking the Thief

by Steele, C. M.

  He whips his head around, holding onto Marisol even tighter and reaching for something. As soon as he sees it’s me, he relaxes. I don’t like that shit one bit, but I’m guessing that the fucker is paranoid.

  “Navarro.”

  “Why do you say it like that? It’s my name, too,” Marisol chides Dobrev.

  “Sorry, my sweet, but he has his hands on my sister.”

  She rolls her eyes, and Natasha lets out a laugh. “Marisol, do you want to go get something to drink while these two have a talk?”

  “No, we all need to talk together.” I narrow my eyes at Dobrev. Something is going on. “Actually, brother, my room is still available, right?”

  “Por supuesto,” I tell her. Of course, the room is hers. I wouldn’t let anyone share her room even though this is her first time here in years.

  “Bueno, tengo cambiar. We can talk there.” She leads the way to the bank of elevators. Her suite is directly across from mine. We have the only rooms on the floor.

  I take out my special key card and unlock the door. “I have your key in my suite.” Dobrev walks in ahead of her, scanning the room looking for a threat.

  “Wow, Julian, it’s awesome,” my sister squeals, giving me a big hug.

  “What’s with the goon?” I muttered, earning a smack on the arm from Marisol and a glare from both women.

  “It’s clear,” he states. He’s serious.

  “Dobrev, what the fuck is going on? Of course, I wouldn’t do anything to harm my sister.” He pulls her back to his side.

  “Nat, please sit,” he tells her, taking his sister’s hand and leading her to the sofa.

  “Mikhail, what is going on? Where’s Ivan?”

  “Ivan is fine; he’s back on the island. This is about how you got here and who is involved.”

  “I don’t know if any of your staff was involved, but it was for sure Viktor.”

  “Viktor? Why?”

  “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but he’s a part of the Bratva, and his entrance I’ve learned has to do with our parents’ death and my injuries. He led them to us and gave them a way in.” She curls up in her brother’s arms and cries. I want to be the one to comfort her, but I understand this is hard for them, a terrible memory shared.

  “Where is he?” she asks through sobs.

  “He’s in the hospital. Last night he tried to take Marisol.”

  “What the fuck? The bastard is going to pay.”

  Marisol wraps her arms around me. “I’m fine, Julian. Mikhail and his staff made sure he couldn’t get out of the estate with me.” I hold her close, and as much as I dislike him, I know that he’s in love with my sister.

  “He will pay, painfully. His failure has led to revelations about the Bratva. They are awaiting his extradition to Russia. He has come for my family for the last time.”

  “Will they be coming for Natasha?” I ask. I have to know who will be ready to meet their maker if they try.

  “No, the taste for my family’s death was solely Viktor wishes.”

  “I won’t let anything happen to you, mi amor,” I say, pulling her off the sofa and into my arms. “Eres mi vida. You are my life, Natasha.”

  “I love you, Julian.”

  “Te amo, mi Corazon.”

  “What the fuck? I thought you were trying to get back at me.”

  “Dobrev, your sister is special to me. She makes me want to be a better man, and even though I don’t like you if my sister is happy, then I cannot say anything against this.” I wave my hand between them. “Are you happy, Marisol?”

  “I am, Julian. Very happy.” She squeezes Dobrev, and I can see that he himself feels relief at her exclamation.

  “Bueno, please stay and visit. Would you like to join us for dinner?” I ask them.

  “Yes, that would be wonderful. What time?” Marisol asks, standing up and walking over to the kitchen area and into the fridge. “I’m starving.”

  “I told you to eat, Lyubov moya,” Mikhail scolds Marisol. I laugh because she’s stubborn.

  “I know, but I was nervous about coming here.”

  “Porque?” I blurt out.

  “I knew you two wouldn’t get along,” she admits, putting down the drink she grabbed from the fridge.

  Damn it, did these women think alike. “I already promised Natasha that I would be on my best behavior.”

  “Gracias,” Marisol says, throwing her arms around me for a quick hug before grabbing her drink and sitting back down with Dobrev. I just have to get through the next day or two with this fuck, and then I can breathe again.

  “Natasha, do you still want to shower off the sand?”

  “Were you playing with your sand designs again?” Mikhail says good-humoredly.

  “Only a castle,” she admits, walking to the door.

  “That’s because she was busy playing with the children that wandered over to us,” I add as she steps outside and I have the door handle.

  “Oh, I love babies,” Marisol blurts out, clapping her hand to her mouth. Then the fuck whispers in her ear. From the blush on her face, I know that it’s not something I want to hear.

  “Come, Julian, you can wash my back,” Natasha commands me. I smirk and close the door.

  “You did that on purpose.”

  “Yes, well. I knew he was whispering something dirty to her, so I decided it’s only fair. Now please, I need much more than my back free of sand.” I slide my keycard with a growl and a grin. The thief is going to steal my soul.

  Chapter 11

  Natasha

  “Marisol, you look incredible,” I tell her as she steps out of the bathroom. Her dress is a pretty blue that sways as she walks. I love it.

  She blushes and pointedly looks me up and down. With a smirk, she says. “Thank you, and you are going to send my brother into an insane fit when he sees you in that dress.”

  “I know, but it’s the longest one I brought.” I bite my lip because I wonder what Julian is going to do to make me pay for wearing it. Shit, I should go without underwear since they’re already soaked thinking about him. The man is hot and sends my heart doing flips while my pussy clenches.

  “Oh well, he’s just going to have to deal with it. The men I’m sure are going to look handsome as always so the women will be drooling even if they’re wearing suits.”

  I arch my brow at her through the mirror as I put on my earrings and add, “Damn, don’t make me stab a bitch with my heels.”

  “I might be first. I can’t stand his assistant Carina. The slutty bitch is going to be there no doubt. She seems to be my brother’s tail.” I’ve actually not met her. I’m suddenly jealous of this woman. Hell, I didn’t even know his assistant was a woman. I wonder if they slept together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. She’s just a greedy bitch, looking for the richest man to sink her teeth into. She’s not just interested in my brother, but what he could give her. And I’m sure he’s not given her shit, but actual work to do.”

  “Well, he didn’t tell me about her.”

  “That’s because I didn’t think about it. Marisol, you look beautiful, but can you give us a minute?”

  “Si,” she says, walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.

  As soon as she’s gone, Julian stalks toward me. He doesn’t touch me which makes me think he’s afraid to tell me something. “Mi amor, I’ve never done anything with her. I want you to know that off the bat. Second, before I even met you, I was tempted to fire her because she was a bit too off-putting no matter how good of an assistant she is.”

  “You’re mine, Julian. It goes both ways, and I won’t be sharing you.”

  “You don’t have to. You stole all of me from the moment we met, mi ladrona, my thief.”

  “Fine, let’s go to dinner.”

  “Not yet. What the fuck do you call this dress?”

  “A dress. Isn’t it pretty?”

  “It’
s too damn short. You’re asking for me to murder motherfuckers tonight.”

  “Well, I don’t have any dresses, and some man has kept me locked away in his palace for two days.”

  “You have a point, but I have one to make as well,” he whispers dangerously close to my lips. He lowers his mouth over mine, kissing me until pulling back roughly. Julian’s eyes have darkened as he gives me a wicked grin. Walking us over to the bed, he spins me around, bending me over the bed with his body pressing on me. I can feel his breath on my ear. “Mi amor, I want everyone to know that you’re mine and they’ll smell it on you,” he promises. I’m squirming with need, then he drops his mouth on my pulse for a kiss. I moan and thrust my ass back. “You like that don’t you. I bet if I slide my tongue over your pussy you’re going to be fucking soaked.” I nod and moan. “Be quiet now, your brother’s in the living room waiting.” His hands skim down my body, squeezing my breasts and running them down until he cups my ass. I feel the cool air when he flips my dress over my waist.

  “Please Julian. I need you,” I confess, and I don’t give two shits about how needy I am. I want him in me driving my orgasm from my soul. He swats my ass. I gasp, but my pussy loved it. I twist my head to look down at him and see Julian drop to his knees. His strong hands grasp the hem of my panties, dragging them down over my legs.

  “Fuck, I can smell your desire, Natasha.” He leans forward, and I can feel his tongue hitting my slit, causing my ass to pop up looking for more. “Relax, I’m going to give you all you want, my sweet little thief. He runs his tongue over again, hitting my nub. “I’m so damn hard, I need you just as close.” His voice is gruff and gravely, telling me he’s holding back.

  “Give me your big cock, Julian. I want to feel you inside me,” I blurt out, feeling his fingers push into my pussy. I clench around them, rocking my hips. He pulls them out, running them up to my ass, and then I feel his finger enter my untouched ass.

  “Soon my cock is going to claim all of you.”

  “Please, give me anything. I’m so close,” I beg. He pops his finger out of my ass, then I hear his belt and then his zipper. The next thing I know his tip kisses my clit, then he thrusts it all the way into my pussy. My cry of satisfaction is muffled by the bedding. I grab onto the comforter as Julian fucks me in long, deep strokes. His balls smack my pussy as he claims my womb over and over.

  Julian covers my body with his; the added weight making this so much more intimate. “You’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” I whimper as my orgasm simmers.

  “That you are. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. Ever. I’m going to breed you, so you’re mine forever. Come for me, Natasha. Come.” I do as he commands, crying out, coming hard. He tilts my head and kisses me fiercely as he pumps jets of his seed into me. My greedy pussy swallows it up, eager to carry his baby. He grunts, then whispers, “Te amo, mi ladrona.”

  He pulls out of me but runs his fingers over my slit stopping our cum from dripping out. “I want you pregnant now,” he states. He bends down and says, “Lift your left leg.” I do it and feel my panties around my ankle. “Now the right.” I comply, allowing him to slide them up catching all his release. “Good now, don’t rinse off. I want my territory marked.” I walk my hands down the bed then stand, loving the way he owned my pussy. Damn, I don’t know how I’m going to walk.

  I manage to make it to the bathroom as he straightens his suit. Locking the door, I pee, and I don’t even care that he’s standing outside the door, waiting. He done banged up my bladder with his big dick.

  He comes in as I wash my hands to wash his. “Don’t want your brother to get too pissed off tonight. I do have to play nice.”

  “I don’t see that happening, but Marisol and I will be the buffer.”

  “Come on before he starts beating down the door.” We walk out of the bedroom, and they’re not in the room. Did they go back to their suite? “Maybe they went to give us some more privacy,” Julian suggests.

  I grab my purse, and we step out into the hall. Then their door opens, and Mikhail walks out with a shit eating grin. I have a feeling he wanted to do more than give us privacy, but I’m not mentioning that to Julian. A few seconds later, Marisol comes out, wearing a little black dress that’s even tighter than the other one.

  “He ruined the other one,” she whispers, giggling as we lock arm in arm.

  Chapter 12

  Julian

  I’m not even thinking about what they were doing in their suite. We let the ladies walk in front of us because their dresses are way too damn short. “Are your police lenient here?”

  “Why? Planning to kill a motherfucker?”

  “I might,” he grumbles.

  “Yes, they work for me. I’m with you though.”

  “Good.” We both laugh even though we’re serious as fuck.

  The ride down we both grab our women’s hands holding them close. When the doors open, we’re in for a sight. In the middle of the lobby is Mr. and Mrs. O’Connell who’s holding her back with a hand on her growing waist. On the floor is my fucking assistant, Carina looking scared.

  “Bitch, I will drop your barely alive body into the ocean if you ever think to put your hands on my man again.” O’Connell pulls her behind him.

  “My wife won’t have to because I don’t let anyone come between us.”

  I walk up to the scene, leaving Natasha safely with her brother. “What the hell is going on in here.”

  “Our night was ruined by this bitch,” Mrs. O’Connell bites out.

  “Mrs. O’Connell, please calm yourself. It’s not good for you,” I say, giving Rick a look and waiting for him to explain.

  “I was waiting for Sam at the bar while the kids stayed with the sitter you sent us. And she came up to me, trying to get my attention. The last straw was when she grabbed my um…”

  “She grabbed his cock. That shit is mine, and she’s lucky to fucking have a hand left.”

  Marisol comes strolling past me. “You’re fucking fired, bitch. Get the hell out of my family hotel, you money grubbing whore. You’ve disgraced this hotel and yourself.” She looks to me, but this is Marisol’s property as well, and if she hadn’t done it I would have canned her ass.

  “Julian, you won’t let me go. You need me.”

  “The only one I need is Natasha. You heard my sister. Adios, Carina.”

  “Well, I’m sorry about that Mr. and Mrs. O’Connell. Would you care to join us for dinner?”

  “That would be nice. That bitch should never mess with a hungry, possessive pregnant woman.”

  “That’s why I love you,” Rick says, kissing her hard. Natasha grabs my hand, and we lead the way as security escorts Carina away.

  “Damn, now I’m short an assistant,” I mutter, thinking of all the shit I’m going to have to manage on my own.

  “Natasha can definitely handle that for you. She’s done plenty of work for me over the past two years.”

  “Mi amor, will you?”

  “As you said, you only need me.”

  “That I do. That I do,” I utter, dragging her lips to mine.

  Epilogue

  Natasha

  Almost two years later…

  “Alejandro, ven aqui. Come here,” I call out to my son. He’s just learning to walk, but he wants to help mama get the water. He’s a gentleman like his daddy. I shouldn’t be out here too long. The doctor came to see me this morning because our passion has done the job again. I am carrying baby number two. I haven’t been feeling well lately, and the sun is rough for May.

  “Mama, mama. Water,” he points to the wave running over his feet before going back. “No water,” he pouts as it goes. The second it’s back he giggles. I love this boy. He’s brilliant and sweet.

  “Come, we have to finish the sculpture. Can you say sculpture?”

  “sture,” he tries with a smile just like his daddy. My heart’s melting. Goodness, I miss Julian.


  “Close enough,” I choke out, my throat full of tears. This is our first time apart. He’s in Texas, and we would have gone with, but Alex got sick, and we didn’t want to make it worse.

  “Dada,” he says, walking with a small pail of water, most of the water falling on the beach. “Dada,” he repeats.

  “Daddy will be home tomorrow, baby.”

  “Dada,” he says running past me. I turn and see Julian and break out into a foolish grin. I’m so happy.

  He scoops our son up in his arms. “My little man is on top of it, muñeca. I’ve missed you,” he says, sliding his arm around my waist and dragging me to him. “I need my kiss first,” he growls, closing his mouth over mine.

  I feel small hands on my face. I open my eyes to see Alex pushing daddy’s mouth away from me. “I missed you, too,” I say through a laugh.

  “It seems I’ve got competition.” He looks at Alejandro and says, “She’s mine, mi hijo.”

  “Mine,” Alex answers, leaning toward me and pressing his head on my chest.

  “I’ve been gone a day, and I’ve been replaced.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t leave me again.”

  “I would never dream of it.”

  Three More Years…

  Julian

  I look over the damage to my island and the helicopter lands. “We will get this back on track, brat,” Mikhail says, clapping my shoulder. We’ve come a long way over the years. Now to the point where he calls me brother in Russian.

  “I know, but I miss my family.”

  “I feel the same way, but the crews have already begun work on the central hotel. The power grid is still up on most of the island. Four days ago, the island was hit by a category four hurricane. I had the island evacuated as the storm approached three days before it made landfall. My island isn’t that large where we could be sheltered in the center. The storm rode over the whole land. The entire hotel would have to be rebuilt, so the island was closed for business until next year. Many of the people were left without a home. It’s a real tragedy, but we are doing our best to make it better for every family. They are still assessing the damage before many of them can return. Fortunately, most of the residences were inland, and the hotel took the brunt of the wind and water.