Stealing Destiny (The Caribbean Rivalry Book 2)

by M. K. Moore

  “I didn't like other women staring at you.” She says quietly.

  “What other women? I saw only you.”

  “The thirty or so we saw there and back we're eying you like I wasn't even there.” Her little pout is sexy as fuck.

  “I really didn't even notice them. You are all I see.”

  “That's a really good answer.” She says smiling. “It had to be the body wash. I didn't put lotion on my back or the bottoms of my feet. I didn't think to check, but I'm allergic to parabens. I use a special oatmeal body wash. I order it from Lush. I brought the bit I have left. Can I get mail here?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I assume you live here full time. Since I am pretty sure I'm never leaving without you, I need to be able to get mail.”

  This girl. Fuck. She manages to surprise me every time.

  “Of course, you can get mail here. I thought I would have to convince you to stay with me.” She shrugs.

  “Why fight it or play games? There is something between us. Something strong and we haven't even had sex yet.”

  The way she talks makes me think about seventy years in the future. Great-grandchildren all around us. Listening to the story of how I “kidnapped” their babushka.

  “The file didn't say anything about life threatening allergies. It mentioned Journey but not that.”

  “File? What file?” She asks.

  “The one I got from the private investigator I had trailing you.”

  “Wow. I don't know what to say. I feel violated, but in a good way.”

  I laugh. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn't want him to take pictures of you. I didn't want him getting close to you. The info was very basic. He probably pulled it from Facebook. Asshole. It was expensive to not have the most important details.”

  “Yeah. You got hosed.” She says in moan as a I massage the arches of her feet. “Oh God. That feels good. Like so good. Amazing.” I feel like a bastard for getting hard while she doesn't feel well.

  When my eyes find hers, I can tell she knows exactly what she is doing.

  “I will not fuck you until you are back to one hundred percent, Princess. Focus on getting better.”

  “You are mean.” She says as the elevator chimes. Without the key, it has to be opened from inside the suite. When I open it, I am surprised to see Stacia on the other side. Wearing a red silky robe. She steps into room, causing the elevator to close.

  “What do you want, Stacia?”

  I have never even spoken to this woman off the plane. Now twice in one day, she is inappropriate as fuck.

  “I thought I would see if there was anything else I can do to please you?” She says, going to open the robe.

  “Baby, is it the room service? I'm starving. You really made me work up an appetite.” Destiny says as she slides her arm around my waist.

  Stacia sputters, before saying, “what the fuck is this little girl doing here?”

  “I'm no little girl, and I'll be the only one pleasing this man.”

  The elevator buzzes again, and I push the button.

  “Mr. Dobrev, your room service.” He looks between Stacia and Destiny, both in robes, with a shocked expression. “Should I come back?”

  “No, Stacia was just leaving. I will be speaking with you and your supervisor in the morning.”

  “Yes sir.” She says nicely, but the outrage on her face is evident. She backs into the elevator. I tip the bellhop and once he is in the elevator, I send it on its way.

  “I am sorry about that.” I say.

  “Don’t be. Like I said, I can handle myself. Did you see the look on her face when she saw me? Priceless.” She says laughing.

  “I still don’t like it.” I say.

  She smiles at me and starts to walk away. I grab her arm gently and pull her into my arms. I slam my lips down on hers. She moans, and I deepen the kiss.

  “Come. We should eat. It’s been a long day.” I say after I finally end the kiss.

  Chapter Four

  Destiny

  When he kisses me, I feel like nothing else in the world matters. Not that bitch Stacia, not these hives, nothing. Do you have any idea how blessed I feel right now? Sure, I could be angry that I was brought to this island paradise under false pretenses, my best friend taken away from me for God knows what purpose, but I believe Ivan when he says Mikhail would never hurt her. I have thrown caution to the wind. I am going to soak this man up for however long he wants me.

  “You are not allergic to any of this stuff, are you?” He asks, pointing to my plate. I laugh.

  “No. It's not food so much, except strawberries. It's pretty much anything scented for skin. Body wash, perfume, lotions, some sunscreens. I was a bit flustered by you, so I didn't check the ingredients. Don't worry Ivan, I will be more careful in the future.”

  “You better. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

  God, he's just about the sweetest kidnapper ever. Sort of kidnapper? I don’t know what you would call it, but he really is sweet.

  I take a huge bite of my burger just as my stomach growls.

  “Sorry. I wasn't kidding when I said I was starving.” He laughs and begins to eat.

  After dinner, I take a shower using my own soap. The hives are already fading fast thanks to the doctor. I am surprised at how comfortable I feel around Ivan. After drying my hair, I walk out of the bathroom to where he is sitting on the couch, watching the highlights of the Rays baseball game. I hold out the tube to him. His eyes widen.

  “Can you help me with this, please?” I ask. I want his hands on me and if this only way I can get it, I’ll take it.

  “Of course,” he says taking the tube from me. He grabs my hand and pulls me down across his lap. My ass is in the air. The cool air on my pussy causes me to shiver. I feel exposed and vulnerable in a way that excites me beyond belief.

  “Are you going to spank me?” I jokingly ask as starts rubbing the cream in to my back.

  “I'm not into things like that,” he says. “Are you?”

  “I don't know what I'm interested in yet, Ivan. Are you going to show me?” When he reaches my ass, he rubs harder. Gripping and squeezing the flesh. I am not prepared for the slap that rings out. I should have been. I asked for it. It sounds worse than it feels. He does it again. Over and over. Until I come. I cry out his name.

  I am a bit of a mess; his huge hard cock is poking my chest. This is twice now that I have come, and he didn't.

  “I am definitely interested in this,” I say, my pussy soaking his pants leg.

  “Me too. Your skin pinked up, the fucking sounds you made. Moving your little pussy against my thigh.” While he is talking and rubbing my ass, I've managed to get his cock out of his sweatpants. Fuck. It's bigger than I thought it would be. When I wrap my lips around the head, he stops talking for a minute and groans. “You don't have to do this, Destiny,” he finally says through clenched teeth.

  “I want to Ivan.” I say before taking him to the back of my throat. One of his hands tangles in my hair, his other hand squeezing my ass. I am rubbing my tits on his thighs and cock.

  “Fuck, girl, where did you learn how to do this? Not that I want to know about other men.”

  I pull off of his cock. “No other guys. Marisol and I went to a class that was a part of our friend’s bachelorette party. This is my first time doing this.”

  “God, I don't want to come in your mouth. Not until you are bred.” I shiver when I realize what he's saying. I scramble up so that I am sitting on his lap. Before he can stop me, I slam my pussy down on his cock. His hands grip my hips as I cry out from the momentary pain of his cock ripping through my virginity.

  “Fuck. This is amazing,” I say as I start moving my hips.

  “I was going to wait until you felt better.”

  “I feel amazing.” I say breathless.

  “You are mine now.”

  “I know.” He picks me up and walks us to his bed. Still inside me, he lower
s us until my back is touching the comforter. He then begins to slam in and of me.

  “Fuck, this little pussy is all mine. I am going to fill it with my kid.”

  “God, yes.” I cry out. I can’t believe how clear I can see the future.

  He bottoms out inside of me. His groans fill my ears and I wrap my legs around his waist. My feet digging into his ass, trying to pull him closer to me.

  I come screaming his name, he follows a few thrusts later. The harsh way my voice sounds right now makes me want more.

  He collapses on top of me. I like his weight on me. I feel safe with him near me.

  “You kept your promise.” I say breathlessly.

  He laughs and moves to my side, pulling me close.

  “That I did, Princess. That I did.” He says laughing.

  He runs his fingers through my hair as I fall asleep. I feel him kiss my forehead, but I am too tired to lift my head, so I kiss his chest.

  I love this man. Easily. Without hesitation. Am I crazy? Do I even care at this point? Does it matter that I have only known him for a day?

  I decide that it doesn’t. I am all in with Ivan Dobrev.

  As I drift off, I also feel shitty about not being more concerned for my friend. I hope she is as happy as I am right now.

  Chapter Five

  Ivan

  The next morning, I leave Destiny in bed and make my way down to Stavros’ office. He is the head of HR for Dobrev Enterprises and chooses to make his office here, instead of Miami. I don’t wait for Stacia or her supervisor. I make it known that she will be fired. Once I am done with that that, I exit his office. My phone rings and I see that it is my brother. Before I can say hello, my brother jumps right in.

  “Ivan. I have news about our parents.”

  “News?”

  “That kusok der'ma cousin of ours, Viktor, had our parents killed. For the inheritance.” Piece of shit about sums it up.

  “Shit. Do you think Dimitri is in on it?”

  “They are brothers, so I would think so.” I file that information away for later. “I have run Viktor off, but I am not sure for how long.” He finishes.

  “If Dimitri isn’t already gone, I’d be surprised” I say. He is the hospitality manager for the restaurants, so I do not know what we are going to do about that.

  “He has also sent Natasha to Isla Nubia. Navarro has her and I do not like it one bit.”

  “The fuck? Are you sending the plane for her?”

  “Nyet. She says she is fine. I will wait until she says otherwise.”

  “Keep me updated,” I say.

  Before hanging up, I promise to bring Destiny to Marisol this evening for dinner. I don't bother him with the firing of Stacia. That is solely my department.

  “That sucks about your parents, but don’t worry, babe. Julian wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Destiny says sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up under her. I had my brother on speaker phone, so she heard the entire conversation.

  “Julian? Do you know him well?” I can’t keep the jealousy out of my voice.

  “Well? I mean I have known Marisol since elementary school. So yeah, I know him well. Why?”

  “I want to kill him for thinking he could just take my sister. Keep her.”

  “Wow. Pot calling the kettle black much?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You and your brother did the same thing. Remember?” She points out.

  “That is not the same thing.” I return.

  “It is.” She puts her hands on her hips. God, she is so beautiful. Her hives have all but disappeared.

  “Is not.” I say.

  “It absolutely is.”

  “While I am loving this back and forth, it. Mikhail loves Marisol. I lov...I just mean it’s not the same thing.”

  “Maybe Julian loves Natasha. You don’t know. It is my understanding that it can happen quickly.” She shrugs. “Can we go to the beach now?”

  Today she is wearing a hot pink and black bikini. It doesn’t cover much, but as we walk out of the hotel, down the walkway and out onto the sand, she holds my hand. Most men on the beach are preoccupied with their own women. Thank fuck, because I don’t want to kill someone today. Not that I ever have, but I find I would do anything to keep this woman.

  The all-inclusive aspect the resort offers caters to every kind of budget. I take great pride in the fact that people from all walks of life can afford to stay and relax here. This is our first hotel, but already it is my favorite enterprise.

  The lounge chairs are set up all along the beach. Some have umbrellas. Some are under canopies. Destiny indicates she wants a canopy, so we head over to an empty one. Immediately, a waiter comes over to us.

  “Can I get you anything, Sir?”

  “Sergei. I have told you a thousand times, call me Ivan. You are my cousin after all. I will have a vodka on the rocks, with a lime.” I say. Sergei laughs. He is my mother’s sister’s son, but more importantly no relation to Viktor and Dimitri who are my father’s sister’s sons.

  “No problem. Ma’am?”

  “Destiny, please. I will have a margarita, on the rocks, with salt.” Good thing the legal drinking age on the island is eighteen.

  “Coming right up.”

  Sergei comes back a few minutes later with the drinks.

  I watch as she drinks down the cold beverage in two gulps. I drink my vodka slower, so I can savor it.

  “Can you help me with this?” Destiny asks, shaking her sunscreen bottle.

  “Is this your own bottle?” I ask hesitantly, putting my empty glass on the round table between the chairs.

  “Yes. I brought it from home. This would be one of things I need to order.” She says laughing.

  “Alright.” I say as I begin to rub it into her skin.

  As I reach her shoulders, she moans.

  “Mmm. That feels so good. Relaxing.”

  “Stop moaning like that Princess. I don’t want anyone else to hear you.”

  “You gonna spank me again?” she asks, sassily. Fuck, I love that sass.

  “Nyet. You liked it too much.”

  “That was surprising,” she says.

  “For me too.” I say.

  “Let’s swim.” She says, popping off her chair and taking off running. I catch up to her easily and grab her around the waist and carry her into the water.

  “It so blue here. It’s not this blue in Miami.” She says wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “It is nice here,” I say, dunking her under.

  She comes up sputtering.

  “You ass. Why did you do that?”

  “You looked hot.”

  Her laugh hypnotizes me to the point I don’t realize she has me in the prime position to take me down. Which she does. Of course, I take her under with me.

  When we come up for air, I pull her in for a kiss.

  “I love you. I know it’s crazy-” I say after leaning back from her, looking in her eyes.

  “I love you too, Ivan.”

  “That’s good, Princess.”

  Fuck yes. I am going to own this girl.

  When we get out of the water, Sergei is hovering around our cabana.

  “Yes?” I question.

  “Phone call for Ms. Destiny.” He says handing her a cordless phone.

  “No one knows that I am here except Marisol. I’ll just be a moment. Hello?” She says. “Hi Daddy. How did you know where I was? Wow okay. I am on vacation.” She steps further away from me until I can no longer hear her.

  Hearing that little snippet reminds me how young she is, but I must be the biggest bastard on earth, because I will not be giving her back.

  She comes back over to the chair and plops down.

  “He is absolutely crazy. He has a GPS tracker in my phone. Who does that?”

  “He is the ambassador to Russia. I am surprised he doesn’t have one embedded in your skin.”

  “Take his side much?”

  “I am not taking
his side, I am just saying that I get where he is coming from.”

  Sergei comes back to get the phone.

  “I need something stronger this time. What do you recommend this time, Sergei?”

  “Something stronger than a margarita?”

  “Yes. Much stronger.”

  “I think the Ostrov Iced Tea is what you are looking for. It’s our take on the Long Island Iced Tea but has two additional liquors.”

  “Sold. Keep them coming.”

  “Anything for you, Ivan?”

  “Another vodka on the rocks.” Sergei nods and takes off towards the bar.

  “Are you done with your little temper tantrum?” I ask her.

  “Yes. But come on. He’s crazy.”

  “I am sure he just thinks he is protecting you.”

  “Yeah well. Don’t be surprised when he shows up.”

  “He is coming here?” I ask.

  “That is what he said, right before I hung up on him. Ooh. Drink.” She exclaims as Sergei hands her drink.

  “What am I going to do with you, Destiny?” I ask.

  “Whatever you want to do.” She says smiling.

  I growl and pull her leg towards me, until she lying flat against me, chest to chest. She drags her fingertips along my pecs. I lean up and kiss her neck, causing her to shiver.

  “Let's go back upstairs, Princess. I need to be inside of you again.”

  “That sounds amazing.”

  Chapter Six

  Destiny

  “Fuck yes.” I cry out as he continues to slam into me. We have been doing this for days now. Every night, I lay in wrapped up with him. He leaves me exhausted from both our excursions and our lovemaking. We have done almost everything this island has to offer. Don’t get me started on the four restaurants this little piece of paradise has.

  “You like that, don’t you, Princess?” He asks from above me. Damn, I feel an irrational surge of jealousy at how fucking good he is at fucking me.

  “Da. Ya hotela tebya ves' den.” I really have wanted him all day.