But I was adrift. And trying to keep myself drunk enough not to think too deeply about… anything really. And besides, I’d find my own ride, so fuck them all. I didn’t want to follow behind Katya’s boat like before, sitting out of sight so she wouldn’t know I was tagging along.
Feeling like, well and truly, the goddamnhelp.
“You might want to slow it down, baby.” A hand brushed my shoulder gently and a slick voice dripping sin spoke seductively.
I blinked, glancing over at the now occupied barstool beside me.
Tall, taller than I normally liked, but built like heaven.
White-blonde hair, bleached until it was nearly dead, cascaded in a soft curtain down her golden back. A deep tan, like she’d been sunning all her life and using way too much tanning lotion. She’d age faster than other women, her skin fried to a crisp by the time she was in her forties, but at this moment in time, she was in her late twenties. Living the tropical life, not thinking about tomorrow, and… lucky for me she looked like she was game for an adventure.
“I don’t slow down for anyone,” I smirked, pouring another glass.
“If you go too fast, you’ll leave an unsatisfied partner,” she quipped, trailing a long red nail down my arm.
I swiveled against the barstool to face her. Her expression lit up, her eyes getting a good view of my face now, and the way the suit cut across my chiseled body.
Leaning forward, I whispered huskily. “I never leave a woman unsatisfied.”
She bent forward too, heavy breasts threatening to overflow from the one-piece bathing suit she wore tucked into a pair of tiny cut off shorts. “Prove it,” she returned slowly, lips close enough to my cheek to brush the stubble there.
Standing abruptly, I swayed slightly as I grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her towards the bathroom. I didn’t give a shit that everyone looking would know exactly what we were up to.
As we were pushing into the four-stall restroom, my phone pinged and I froze in the doorway. “Hold on a second.” My voice was a growl as I dug out my cell and punched the keys to read the message with a scowl.
Alex: Dinner tonight. Resort. Same reservation time.
Nik: I don’t need to be at all the family dinners.I typed back quickly.
Alex: Come anyways.
Nik: It’s not business shit. And you’ve got Marisha to keep you company.
Alex didn’t volley back a response immediately this time and I was glad; it gave me a moment to calm my rage. The alcohol was tempting my anger, and Alexander was trying my fucking patience.
The woman next to me pawed my body, untucking my shirt and pushing eager hands beneath to touch my hard abs. She got frustrated after a few seconds, undoing all the buttons to flap the sides of the shirt wide and reveal my chest.
Alex: Dad has another suitor for Katya coming. He wants all of the family present. That includes you, Nik.
Sure, it included me now, when they wanted to put on a show of power for another potential husband. Otherwise, Eduard Vasiliev wouldn’t care if his de facto son, and likely the whole security detail, was present. But it was important, when considering marrying off the Bratva Princess, to show the would-be husband that marrying into the ‘family’ wasn’t to be taken lightly. That should he betray the Vasilievs and their collective interests, only one thing could follow.
A bullet.
Or something more painful, if a quick death was too easy.
Alex: You’ll be there.
It wasn’t a question.
Nik: Whatever.
The woman tugged at my pants, pulling me fully into the bathroom finally. She clicked the lock behind me, doing it quickly and naturally and I got the feeling that this wasn’t a first-time thing for her. She’d had more than one quickie in this bar.
“Put the phone away,” she purred into my ear and I obliged, shoving the cell back into my pocket as she undid the button of my pants and ripped the zipper down brutally, her breasts rising and falling rapidly like a bitch in heat. She pulled out my rock-hard dick, biting her lip at the sight of it.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she hummed, lowering herself to lick at my nipples as she continued stroking my cock.
I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She looked up at me with wide eyes before gripping me more firmly in one hand and rubbing my balls with the other.
