Stealing Destiny (The Caribbean Rivalry Book 2)

by M. K. Moore

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  Stealing Destiny

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2018 Flirty Filth Publishing.

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  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Dedicated to all the girls that love an alpha. Don't you wish there more out there?

  Ivan Dobrev doesn’t want to do what he is about to do…

  Destiny Walker doesn’t know what she got herself into…

  Can something that began as an international felony turn into something amazing?

  As the vice-president of his family’s corporation, Ivan knows how to get what he wants. What happens when he wants something he shouldn’t?

  As a college student, Destiny doesn’t know much of anything real yet. All that is about to change when she meets Ivan in less than savory circumstances. Will taking it in stride get her everything she never knew she needed?

  Stealing Destiny just might be the best thing that ever happened to either one of them.

  This is a part of the Caribbean Rivalry Series. It is a quick, sexy, and over the top read with all the Insta-everything you can handle. Come join Ivan and Destiny at the Ostrov. You won’t regret it.

  Chapter One

  Ivan Dobrev

  My brother is an idiot. What the hell is he thinking? Falling in love with a woman he doesn’t even know, then concocting a plan that is doomed to failure. You cannot tell him shit though. Like the dutiful brother I am, here I sit on a private plane, waiting for the object of his affection. I don’t know how I get myself into these kinds of situations, but here I am. We are the only ones on the plane right now, but it’s just a matter of minutes before we are felons.

  Mikhail is playing cards like he is the king of the fucking world. Like we are not about to do the unthinkable. Meanwhile, I am sweating bullets. My job is to deal with the spare. The spare being the girl who is plastered to Marisol’s side twenty-four seven. Since I won’t go into any situation completely in the dark, I hired a private investigator to dig into her background. What I found was quite frankly, astonishing. Destiny Aileen Walker is quite accomplished. At three days past eighteen, she has seen and done more than most people in a lifetime. Including myself. I am a bit fascinated with her, not that I would tell my brother that. Certainly not after the shit I gave him about his girl over the last year.

  The thing is, I don’t know what she looks like. I didn’t want the PI close enough to her to get her picture. Something about that felt wrong to me. When I walk out of the bedroom on the jet, I spot her instantly. I try to hold back a growl, but she must have heard me. Her eyes pop up meeting mine. Her little gasp has me hard instantly. She is so fucking beautiful, I think that I will go insane if I don’t kiss her pretty mouth.

  I immediately notice that she is barely dressed. The sheer cover-up and tiny bikini she is wearing, makes me see red. It is completely irrational, but I can’t help it. I’ve never been gladder that my brother is the only other male present. It doesn’t hurt that he is completely obsessed with Marisol.

  “Oh my God, I think we got on the wrong plane,” Marisol says. Mikhail sits across from her, so I move to sit next to Destiny, over on the couch she claimed. Her little glass of vodka is empty, so I motion for Stacia, the flight attendant, to bring us each a fresh glass.

  “I am Ivan Dobrev and I want to apologize for my brother. He has no patience.” She laughs and extends her hand.

  “I am Destiny Walker. There is no need for you to apologize for him. As long as he doesn’t hurt my bestie, I am good with whatever scheme he’s got going on.” When her hand is in mine, I swear there is something electric between us. “Oh shit,” she says, pulling her hand back.

  Before I can say anything else, Stacia brings over our drinks, setting them down. She then trails her fingertip down the length of my forearm. I jerk my arm away from her and look over at Destiny. She is smiling, but her little fists are clenched at her sides.

  I love that she is feeling jealous, but I don’t want her upset or thinking that I would play games with her.

  “Do you require anything else, Sir?”

  “That will be all, Stacia,” I say, dismissing her.

  The sneering looks she gives my Destiny piss me off. I will have to speak to HR about her attitude towards guests, as well as her inappropriate forwardness.

  “She seems like a real gem,” Destiny says, with a smirk on her face, as soon as Stacia is out of sight. “She was kinda rude to me when I got on board.”

  “I will take care of it,” I say, bringing my glass to my lips.

  “No need. I can take care of bitches like her,” she says, laughing. She has a great laugh. I vow to make her laugh often. Her sassiness is refreshing.

  “I bet you can.”

  “So, what exactly is going on here? Where are we going?” she asks.

  “Simply put, Mikhail has fallen in love with your friend.” I state matter-of-factly. “We are heading to our resort the Ostrov.” She nods.

  “He never thought to ask her out? I mean, kidnapping is a bit extreme.” She says, laughing.

  “I tried to tell him, but you can’t tell him anything. He won’t hurt her though, I give you my word.”

  “And what exactly does your word mean to me?” She asks, adjusting her body so that her back is against the arm of the leather couch. Her legs Indian-style. I get a peek of her smooth thighs.

  Fuck, the creamy skin is too much for me and I almost come, like an untried teenager. Fuck, it’s been so long since I was with a woman. Thinking back, it’s been at least six years, maybe more. At twenty-five you’d think that is all I’d care about but getting our company off the ground was our sole focus. Besides, I have never wanted anyone as much as I want her.

  “Probably nothing yet, but you will see.”

  We spend the rest of the short flight talking about everything and nothing. It was enjoyable. I look over at Mikhail and Marisol. They seem to be hitting it off as well. I am glad. He has wanted this for so long.

  Once we are off the plane, Mikhail whisks Marisol off to his private house on the right side of the island in a SUV. Divide and conquer was his idea. My original plan was to dump Destiny in a suite and go about my business. But that was before I met her. Now, I want her in my space. I want her in my bed and I will do anything to get her there. I want her tight little body under me. I want to own her, breed her, wed her.

  In that fucking order. It’s all I can think about.

  The thing is though, I want h
er to want it. I’d never do anything to hurt her, but she doesn’t know that yet.

  In the limo, on the way to the resort, I lose my cool. She is sitting even closer to me than she was on the plane. Her perfume surrounding me in the enclosed space makes me crazy. I get on my knees in front of her and pull her ass to the edge of the seat. I bury my face into the fabric over her pussy. Her scent drives me wild and I can’t help the thoughts I am having. Fuck. She is mine. No other man will ever know her again.

  “YA sobirayus' trakhnut' tebya tak sil'no.” I growl out roughly.

  “Obeshchaniye?” Her perfect Russian surprises me, but it shouldn’t. When I look up at her she smiles.

  I lean up, my mouth taking hers. She wraps her long legs around my waist, my hard cock hits her pussy in a way she must love because she grinds against me harder.

  “YA obeshchayu, printsessa.” I say into her ear in a gravelly voice I don’t recognize. It is a promise I intend to keep. Often.

  Chapter Two

  Destiny Walker

  Holy Spirit protect me now. I was prepared for fun in the sun at my best friend’s brother’s island resort, but one look at him and I know it will be so much more than that. Ivan is the hottest man I've ever laid my eyes on. When I first saw him, his suit was perfect. Since we got in the limo, it's wrinkled and a bit wet from where I rubbed my pussy on him. Shamelessly, l am about to throw my virginity out the window. There is something about this man that makes me forget I was saving myself for marriage.

  His sexy Russian promise to fuck me hard is all I can think about. I'm grinding on him like my life depends on it.

  “Come for me, Princess,” he rasps into my ear. When he rips open the buttons on my cover up, I shudder. The next thing I know, his hot, wet mouth is sucking on my left nipple.

  “Oh, fuck. Ivan. I. Shit.” I scream before he kisses me, drowning it out. The orgasm that builds within me is unlike anything I've felt on my own.

  When I float back down to earth, he is staring at me.

  “Hi,” he says.

  “Hi.” I can feel the blush starting to creep up my face. “I don't know what came over me,” I say honestly.

  “I do. I will only apologize for the location. When I get you into my space, all bets are off.”

  “I don't know what to say to that.”

  “You don't have to say anything, Princess. I did not know what to expect when I met you, but you are already mine.”

  Yeah, I think I am going to love being his Princess.

  When we get to resort, I am blown away.

  “This place is absolutely beautiful,” I say as he helps me out if the limo.

  “We like it.” His smirk is kind of endearing.

  “I bet,” I say as he grabs my hand, leading me inside.

  He takes me immediately to an elevator. It opens into the living room of a suite.

  I don’t know what he expects of me, but I feel like we should talk about it.

  “Is this where I am staying?”

  “Yes. You will be here with me.”

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  “Princess, I just made you come. You know you do not want to be too far me.”

  Is it insane that he is right? That I want more of what only he can give me?

  “Maybe,” I say shrugging, trying my hand at being coy. “I would really like to take a bath. Is that ok?”

  “Of course, Destiny. You are not a prisoner here.”

  “Despite being kidnapped?” I laugh.

  “Despite that,” he says, laughing.

  I find my way to the bathroom and start filling the tub. I strip and climb in. As I lean back on the towel pillow I made, Journey starts playing, seemingly from nowhere. I love Journey. How does he know that?

  I am barely eighteen, I shouldn’t want this much from him, this quickly. Why doesn’t this man frighten me? I realize I don’t even know how old he is.

  I miss my gran. She’d know what to do, what to say. I can’t believe that it has only been two months since she died and left me all alone, practically. Aileen Walker was a saint of a woman who raised me. My parents are alive and well. They are the US Ambassadors to France and Russia, respectively. Jason and Jacinda Walker are perfect statesmen. Even from afar, I know they love me. They pushed me to excel at everything. Languages, math, literature, history. You name it and I can do it. Somehow, I know my parents won't have any kind words to say about Ivan. But I need to grow up and stop being a good girl. I want to be bad. With Ivan. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I know what I want to happen tonight. I pull drain open and stand.

  Stepping out on the bath mat, I use a soft, white towel to dry off. There is a nice selection of lotions, so I grab the first one I see and start slathering it on. Being bold, I wrap the towel around me and leave the bathroom. I find Ivan sitting on the couch. He has changed out if his suit into a pair of sweatpants. He has the TV on, but his head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed. I take the time to stare at his shirtless chest. His fancy suit didn't do him justice.

  “Are you going to stare at me like that all night? Or are you going to come over here?”

  “How did you know?” I say moving to stand in between his slightly parted legs.

  “I can smell you. You are wearing my scent.” His eyes open. I drop my towel. His growl takes me by surprise as he grips my hips and settles me over his cock.

  “I feel like I should tell you that I've never done this before.” I say trailing my fingernails over his pecs.

  “You are untouched for me? Fuck, Princess. Once I have that pussy, there is no going back.” I nod. “Words. Tell me.”

  “Da, moy prints.” Yes, my prince. He sucks on my collar bone. I know that's going to leave a mark. I want that. His mark.

  “I'm not a prince, baby. I'm your fucking king.”

  “Oh, God.” Why does that make me wetter? “I need you.” I am grinding on him again.

  He lifts me in a way that has my pussy flush with his mouth. Holy shit, I am chanting his name. Like a fucking prayer. My orgasm is quick and brutal. My legs are still shaking when he lifts me and carries me to his bed.

  “What the fuck is wrong with your body?” he says, looking concerned.

  “What?” I say, looking down.

  Son of a bitch. What a shitty time to have an allergic reaction.

  Chapter Three

  Ivan

  I spring into action, jumping off the bed, grabbing my robe and bundling her in it.

  “We have a state-of-the-art medical bay. I'll bring you down there.”

  “Yeah. I'm gonna need some industrial strength Benadryl.”

  I feel useless and I don't like it.

  I lift her up and carry her bridal style to the elevator.

  “What are you allergic too?”

  “Everything.” She laughs.

  “That narrows it down.” I say as the elevator descends to the 2nd floor.

  “It could be anything, really.”

  “Are you in pain?” I ask. Her very red hand touches my cheek.

  “A little. It itches like crazy. Don't worry, Ivan. This happens all the time.”

  This girl has become my oxygen. She is amazing. Comforting me when she is in pain.

  I am practically running from the elevator to the medical area.

  “Ivan. Ivan. Calm down please. I can walk. Believe me, this happens a lot. I even have an epi-pen for my when throat closes.”

  “What? It can get that bad?” Her face hardens.

  “I know you didn't sign up for this. No harm done. Just get me my own room and I will wait for Marisol to be done.”

  I am not handling this well at all.

  “Princess, there is nothing that I don't like about you. It kills me that you are in pain, that you deal with this on daily basis and I cannot do a damn thing about it.”

  “You are sweet, Ivan. But you get used to it. It really isn’t that big of a deal.”

  I don’t see how it cou
ldn’t be, but Dr. Hanover comes up to us. Thank God he is sixty-five and happily married. I didn’t think about her not being properly dressed before coming down here.

  “What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Dobrev?”

  “My girlfriend is having some kind of allergic reaction to something.”

  Girlfriend. God, I sound like a kid, but she is smiling. When she places her hand in mine, I know she is okay with that label.

  “Well, I can see that, son. Ms?”

  “Walker, but you can call me Destiny,” she says, grinning at him. Suddenly, I am jealous of an old man. I want all of her smiles. She opens her robe, showing him her back. He snaps some latex gloves on and prods around one of the spots.

  “Alright, Destiny. This looks like a run-of-the-mill skin reaction. I take it you’ve had these kinds of reactions before.”

  “Yeah. How did you know?”

  “For starters, you aren’t freaking out like Ivan over there.” Her laughter peels out of her.

  God, how I love her laugh.

  “There is that,” she finally says.

  “I am going to give you a shot of antihistamine and a cream to dull this down.”

  “Sounds good,” she says, pulling her robe back up.

  Once we are finished with the doctor, I lead her back to my penthouse.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask.

  “Yes. I am starving.”

  “Tell me what you’d like, and I’ll order it up from room service.”

  “A hamburger, medium rare, with lots of fries. Oh, and ketchup. Lots and lots of ketchup.”

  “Sounds good.” I call down and order two.

  She is laying on the couch, covered up.

  “It should only be about fifteen minutes.” I say, sitting at the opposite end of the couch. She puts her feet in my lap, so I start rubbing them. The bottoms of her little feet even have red splotches on them. “Poor baby.” I say. I have the cream the doc gave me, so I take it out of my pants pocket, dabbing it on my hands and rubbing it into her skin. It's the first time I realize that I didn't have a shirt on when we ran out of here.