by Peyton Banks
She untucked her towel and let it fall to the floor. She would go up and sunbathe, and maybe try out the deck Jacuzzi. She’d received a small tour of the two-hundred-foot yacht and had yet to see it all. Denis had informed her that the boat usually had a crew of twenty, but since this was a covert mission, they would only have about ten crew members on board, along with the security team that was in place.
The shipping business must be good for Kole Bozovic.
She rifled through the drawer until she found a cute, black two-piece. She pulled the tag off, noting the designer name, and put it on. She found a white cover dress to pair with it, as well as a pair of sandals. She glanced around the room. It was pure luxury at it’s finest, and stocked with everything she would need. The king size bed had a plush mattress that allowed her to sleep a full night without any discomforts. Everything about the yacht screamed money.
She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized herself. Long, flowing blonde hair rested on her shoulders. She gathered a small messenger bag and stuffed it with sunblock, sunglasses, a tablet, and other items she would need while up on deck, and tossed it over her shoulder.
She walked over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer. Inside was her favorite glock. She contemplated whether to leave it. Kole’s men were good, but they weren’t her men. She reached in for her weapon and placed it in the bag, along with an extra clip, and headed out of the room. Her cabin was located on the main deck. She remembered them telling her that the sun deck was a great place to spend time during the day and was where the Jacuzzi was located.
“Ms. Cox,” a male voice called out from behind her. She paused, almost forgetting that Kole had assigned her a new alias. She had found a brand-new passport amongst the items in her room. For now, she would be Kelli Cox, a secretary from Kansas, who was a guest of the shipping tycoon. She turned to find one of the crewmen—a young, tan male with curly brown hair and a pleasant smile, dressed in a white polo shirt and khaki shorts. She remembered meeting him yesterday when boarding, but his name slipped her mind.
“Yes?” she asked, pausing at the foot of the stairs.
“Mr. Bozovic sent me to ensure that you didn’t get lost aboard the ship,” he replied as he walked toward her.
“Why, that was nice of him,” she murmured as he reached her side.
“It would be easy to get lost. Where did you want to go?” His eyes roamed her body, down to her sandaled feet. She knew the look of a man interested in a woman. She didn’t have time for that. She had enough on her hands trying to push Kole out of her mind. Now, she needed to focus on her and getting her life back. The Tokhan Bratva was all that she knew and she needed to get back to her life.
“I wanted to get a little sunbathing in,” she answered, deciding to ignore the look. His expression fell a little, but he recovered quickly with another bright smile.
“Ah, great plan. I can escort you to the sun deck. Please, follow me.” He brushed past her and led the way up the stairs. “By the way, I’m Dave.”
“Thanks, Dave.” She followed behind him as he proceeded to tell her about Kole’s yacht, Seas the Day. She took in the luxurious yacht as they walked up the stairs, then cut through the upper deck. According to Dave, this level of the yacht housed the main saloon, formal dining room, and a few other cabins. Dave guided her over to another staircase that led them directly to the sun deck. Three floors to the yacht. Every floor, her eyes were drawn to Kole’s men that were to secure the boat, but she had yet to see the owner of the magnificent vessel.
“And here we are,” Dave announced, waving his arm toward a set of opened double doors. The sun was inviting to her. She walked out through the open doors and immediately felt relaxed. It had been a long while since she’d had time away from the world to just relax.
Her father’s idea of letting Kole take her was a brilliant plan. Using a shipping tycoon to move her would make it hard for the common assassins to find her. Being out in open water would make it even more difficult for them to find her. She would relax as best she could while knowing that her father, brother, and cousin wouldn’t rest until the hit was removed. But she wouldn’t remain hidden long. There was no way in hell they would go to war without her. No one would stop her from being at her family’s side.
“Wow, this is beautiful,” she breathed, taking it all in. She reached inside the messenger bag and pulled out her oversized, white sunglasses. Her eyes adjusted better to the bright sunlight once they were on her face.
The Jacuzzi came into sight. She walked over to a sunken area of the deck, where the Jacuzzi was surrounded with white cushioned chairs. She lowered her bag onto a chair and gazed out into the open waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The bright blue water was breathtaking. Not a cloud was in the sky to mar the beautiful picture that surrounded her.
“Is there anything you need, Ms. Cox?” Dave asked.
“A glass of lemon water,” she replied, pulling the dress over her head. He jerked his head in a nod before walking off. She shrugged a shoulder as she sat on the plush chair to remove her sandals. A shadow appeared over her, causing her to jerk her head up.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m Jethro,” a large, burly man announced. She relaxed, recognizing Kole’s man. She glanced down at his hand and recognized the familiar tattoo symbolizing his membership to the Belotov gang. “I’ll be around up here, if you need anything.”
“Stay out of my sun and we’ll be good,” she announced, dismissing the man while she rummaged through her bag in search of her sunscreen.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jethro nodded before he headed to the other side of the deck, leaving her alone.
She pulled out the sunscreen and squirted some into her hands and began applying it to her legs.
“Here’s your water, Ms. Cox.” Dave’s voice appeared next to her. She glanced up and found him standing with a wooden tray.
“Thank you,” she murmured. He sat the tray down on the next chair, where she would be able to reach it. “I took the liberty of grabbing you some fresh fruit and yogurt.”
“That was kind of you.” Her stomach chose that moment to let loose a rumble. She hadn’t eaten yet. Her mind had been focused on getting into the sun. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure. Anything,” Dave eagerly answered her. His eyes following her hands as she applied the sunscreen to her other leg.
“Can you put sunscreen on my back please?”
“Absolutely.” He rushed to her side, sitting on the chair behind her. She turned away from him so that he would be able to reach her back. She handed him the bottle and undid the ties, exposing her full back. She didn’t want tan lines on her tattoo covered skin.
“I appreciate it. I hate to ask, but I don’t want to burn.” She pulled her hair from off her back and rested the blonde locks over her shoulder, out of his way.
“It’s not a problem.” His warm hands gripped her shoulders as he began spreading the lotion on her back.
“How long have you worked for Mr. Bozovic?” she asked, turning her head slightly. She relaxed as he gently massaged her back while lathering her up with sunscreen.
“It’ll be four years this year,” he murmured, concentrating on the job at hand.
“Do you know where Mr. Bozovic is now?” She hadn’t seen Kole since they boarded the yacht. Things between them were tense right now, but once this was over they would part ways. It was a shame. Everything was ruined. She thought that they would be good together, but quickly learned that her judgment was incorrect.
“He was in the wheelhouse,” Dave replied.
“What is that?” she asked, turning her head toward him. He glanced up and nodded his head. She followed his gaze and found a tinted glass room that overlooked where they were sitting.
“It’s where the captain drives the boat.”
“He’s driving the boat?” she asked, shocked.
“Sometimes,” he said as he finished, rubbing his hands down her back with one last stroke.
“All done with your back. Do you need anything else, Ms. Cox?”
“No, I’m good.” She turned to him with a smile.
“Your tattoos are amazing,” he said with a cough, clearing his throat. Uncertainty filled his eyes and she held back a groan. Not being interested, she would have to let him down gently.
“Thank you.” Her ink was always a conversation starter. Her left arm was covered in a complete sleeve, while her back was decorated with a large crucifix.
“I’d love to hear more about them—”
“I believe you have duties elsewhere now.” Kole appeared, his deep, baritone voice causing Dave to jump. He scrambled from his seat and stood to face Kole.
She sucked in a quick breath. Kole stood shirtless in a pair of dark swimming trunks and a dark pair of boat shoes. Her eyes were drawn to the abdominal ridges that lined his body. The sight of him, bare chest showcasing his dark tattoos that lined his chest and arms, made her pussy clench. He may be a gangster and business tycoon, but he certainly took care of himself. The dangerous glint in his eyes had moisture collecting at the apex of her thighs.
“Yes, sir.” Dave nodded and rushed off.
Kole sent her a hard glare and she smirked as she turned to lay down on her stomach. His intimidation tactics were useless on her. It may work on the likes of Dave, but it failed on her. She shifted, getting comfortable as the warm sun beat down on her back.
“You would eat him up whole and spit him out,” Kole stated from where he stood.
“He seemed like such a nice guy,” she murmured, not caring. A jealous Kole did make her heart jump.
“So, you prefer him? I can call him back if you want,” he snapped. She could hear the anger mounting in his voice and she laughed internally. Kole Bozovic was losing his cool.
“No. I would like to get some sun, in peace,” she announced, turning her head away from him. Maybe he would get the point and just leave her be.
“I don’t like this,” he stated.
She rolled her eyes and sat up slightly on her elbows to look at him. She pushed her glasses up on her forehead so that she could see him clearly.
“Don’t like what, Kole? Me speaking to another man?”
“No. I don’t like having to watch another man put his hands on you,” he growled, sitting on the chair Dave had abandoned.
“What were you doing, spying on me?”
“No one puts their hands on what’s mine,” he growled, ignoring her question.
“I don’t belong to you. If I want to have a man put his hands on me, that’s my decision, not yours,” she snapped. His eyes narrowed on her as he leaned in, his nose almost touching hers.
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” he growled. “The minute my dick entered your pussy, you became mine.”
“Oh, really? So I take it Candace is yours too? From the sound of it, your dick was in her ass. So what? You’re collecting women? Because believe me, any man that I belong to will have me and me only.”
Chapter 13
Kole bit back a retort as Mila stared daggers at him. He’d had to release the wheel when he was in the wheelhouse. The sight of Dave putting his hands on Mila’s tattooed flesh had him seeing red. She was his woman and belonged to him. He’d arrive on the sun deck and sent Jethro away before reaching her over by the Jacuzzi.
“I don’t give a fuck about Candace,” he snarled. He regretted asking Viviana to send over a bag of clothes. If he ever saw that Candace again, he would kill her with his own hands, choke the fucking life out of her. She must have forgotten that she was a piece of ass that had been bought and paid for. That was it.
Now here he was, with the woman he wanted as his, and the brief encounter with the whore had ruined it.
Mila glared at him, breathing hard. Her ample breasts moved with each breath she took. His cock instantly hardened when he arrived on the sun deck and got a closer glimpse of Mila in her bathing suit. The black material highlighted her creamy skin and the ink that lined her arm and back. He’d been two seconds away from throwing Dave over the side of the yacht for touching her.
Her top was loose, and all it would take was a shift of his pinky finger to expose her areolas. As if knowing the direction of his thoughts, her hardened nipples pushed out against the flimsy material, calling to him.
“Kole.” Mila’s voice broke through his thoughts. His eyes flew to hers. “Leave it alone. The night before was great, but we won’t work out.”
“Like hell,” he snapped, refusing to give up. She was his and he would prove it to her.
No other man would be able to handle Mila Petrovna. Her alpha personality needed a man who mentally fit her, who wouldn’t try to control her, but consider her an equal. A man who could fulfill her sexual appetite, and who was just as strong as she was.
That man was him.
He cursed and leaned forward, crushing his mouth to hers. If words wouldn’t get through to the stubborn mind of Mila, then he knew the attraction between the two of them would. Her body was already responding to his, just with him sitting close to her.
She gasped, allowing his tongue to push its way in. He pushed her back on to the lounge chair and followed her down, covering her body with his. Her fingers found their way into his hair, gripping him tight.
She released a moan that had his cock pushing against his trunks.
“Kole,” she breathed, breaking the kiss. He released a feral growl, needing to have her again. He trailed a string of kisses down her jawline and to her neck. He gently nipped the side of her neck with his teeth, causing her body to shudder.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured against her skin. He slid his hand down her abdomen to the tiny scrap of material that covered her pussy, sliding his hand inside. He was pleased at how her legs instantly spread wider to allow his fingers to dive in between her plump lips, finding her soaked for him.
“We can’t here,” she gasped, throwing her head back as he played with her sensitive nub.
“It’s just us up here,” he murmured, his fingers working her. He was pretty sure she had her gun in the bag sitting on the other chair. If anyone did interrupt them, he would gladly shoot them himself.
The only person that was in the wheelhouse had been Peter, the captain who had been with him for years. Peter, an older Irish gentleman, would be too embarrassed to watch. Him and his wife, Cathy, had been married for over thirty years. Kole was certain that Peter would give them privacy.
Kole didn’t give a rat’s ass if anyone else did, as long as they didn’t see any of Mila’s naked flesh. That was for him only. His men knew that he’d laid claim on Mila, and now the crew would know. At first, he wanted the crew to believe that she was just a guest. But hearing how the male members of the crew were talking about the blonde sex goddess on the boat, then witnessing Dave staring at her with huge, puppy dog eyes, he knew that he had to let it be known to everyone.
Mila was his.
He pushed the material covering her left breast to the side, sliding effortlessly out of the way. He bent down and took her plump mound deep into his mouth. She let out a sexy, feminine growl and shifted her hips, riding his hand.
“This pussy,” he muttered against her skin as he slid his fingers deep, “belongs to me. I don’t want any other.”
“Kole!” His cock jumped, demanding entrance inside of her. He knew that her slick pussy would welcome him.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” he groaned, realizing that he had nothing with him. He loomed over her, gazing down into her eyes. He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them, loving the taste of her. “I’m clean, I promise. Just had a physical a month ago.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her eyes. He loved the look of her displayed before him.
“I’m clean. I have an IUD,” she murmured, bringing his head down for a hard kiss. He shifted his body to push his shorts down, just enough to free himself. In the event they did have a voyeur, that person would only get the
sight of his bare ass and not Mila.
No one would see her naked body if he had anything to say about it.
He pushed the bottom of her suit to the side and lined up the head of his cock at her entrance. He couldn’t wait any longer and he thrust hard, causing her to break the kiss with a scream.
Her slick walls gripped him tight. He held still, allowing her to adjust to the size of him. The feel of her wrapped around him with no barrier between them, caused him to shuddered. If he weren’t careful, this would be over before they even started. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer to her center.
“Tell me you belong to me,” he growled, thrusting deep again.
“I belong to no man.” Her eyes opened and locked on his. He could see the defiance there and knew that she was purposely trying to keep up the wall between them. He’d just have to break it down.
“You know you can’t fight what’s between us.” He thrust hard again.
“This doesn’t change anything between us, Kole.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. This pussy belongs to me. No other man will fuck you,” he warned. “I’ll kill the next man that puts his hands on you.”
He meant it. Any man that laid a hand on her would meet their death. Mila Petrovna would be his— mind, body, and soul. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look deep into his eyes. He wanted her to see all the emotions that he didn’t know how to voice.
“I’ll kill any woman who puts her hands on you,” she breathed, sliding her hands to the back of his neck. She held his face as she stared into his eyes. His heart slammed against his chest as he increased his rhythm. Her walls were breaking.
“Say it,” he demanded, sliding a hand down her stomach to her sensitive nub, strumming it. He could feel his balls draw up and knew that he was close. He refused to release without her. “Tell me this pussy belongs to me,” he ground out, applying more pressure to her flesh.
“God, Kole!” she shouted, her eyes closed tight as she threw her head back. Her body trembled as he became relentless in his quest to consume her, to make her realize that there was no other for her but him.