Page 29 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

I look away and walk past the lounger. “Which way?”

“The red pathway, everything is color-coded,” he explains.

We walk along the pathway. Along the way, we stop at one of the clothing stores for me to change into a beautiful long summer dress that goes with my sandals. Danil buttons his shirt up, and we walk further up the path. Before we reach our bungalow, there’s a restaurant to the left of the pathway. Danil leads me in and goes to the hostess. “Sixteen.”

It’s our bungalow number; no doubt everything will be charged to the room number, so we don’t need to carry wallets around.

We are seated, and it’s another large meal. I feel so full I don’t want to move—prawn cocktails followed by ribs, calamari, and some honey and garlic snails. For dessert, we share a big bowl of ice cream.

When we’re done and our dishes are whisked away, I look at Danil sleepily. “I think I want to head to bed now.”

“You did have a busy day relaxing. I hope you enjoyed it,” he says.

“I did, thank you. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and we still have a few days to check out the rest of the island.” I stand up, and we walk out of the restaurant. It’s dark outside, the pathway lit by little lamps along the way. This place was designed for romantic getaways, every inch of it.

We return to the bungalow and I go shower. As the water rinses off the day, I think about how I will gain Danil’s trust and execute my revenge.

He will never see it coming.

Chapter 11 - Danil

She’s in the shower, and I am considering going in and taking her right then and there. What I would give to see her fully naked and wet and hungry for my cock. The thought makes my dick semi-hard, and I have to think of various things to try to get it to calm down. Before this trip is over, though, I’m going to seduce Asher Milov.

She comes out of the shower dressed in her pajamas and looking radiant. I smile as I sip the shot of whiskey I’ve poured. “You look content.”

“I am. It was a good day. But I’m going to turn in now. Goodnight.”

“I’ll be along shortly,” I say. “I also want to shower.”

I down the whiskey and get showered. I slip into silk boxers and slide into bed next to her. I immediately notice the pillow between us is gone. She’s warming up to me. My plan is working, and I thank God for that. I settle down and place a hand on her waist, holding her loosely.

I smell coconut and something else. A berry, maybe. I open my eyes, a little confused at first. Asher’s head is on my chest, and her arm is thrown around my waist. Our legs are tangled together, and she’s close enough that my morning wood is excited.

I try to move her gently, but she blinks her eyes open. She also seems confused at first before she blushes, and we extract ourselves from each other.

I go to relieve myself while she goes to the bungalow's living room. I hear her talking to someone but can’t make out what she’s saying. Curious, I walk out in just my boxers with my toothbrush in my hand. “Who was here?”

“No one. I was on the phone with the check-in desk.” She gives me a wry smile, and I knit my eyebrows together.

“Why were you talking to them?” I ask.

“Well.” She blushes slightly. If only she understood what that does to me. “I wanted to find out about an activity. You planned our day so nicely yesterday I was hoping you’d join me today with something I want to do.”

I smile. “Okay, I’ll bite. What is it?”

“It’s a surprise, but dress in something sporty and comfortable, preferably stretchy and loose as well.”

Confused, I grab a pair of light sweatpants and a vest. When I come out, Asher has already changed, damn. But what she’s wearing… She’s in these very tiny yoga shorts and a vest as well. Her breasts look like they want to escape the top; it’s so tight.

I bite back a growl. The things I would do to her right now if I didn’t have any morals.

We return to the fruit bar to have a leisurely breakfast and sit in comfortable silence while eating. She seems to be appreciating the view, so I leave her to her thoughts. When we’re done, she leads me down a yellow pathway. This one must be new; I’m not familiar with it. We walk through some dense vegetation before we reach what looks like a temple.

“Where have you taken me, woman?” I ask, looking around. “Are we meeting Indiana Jones?”

She giggles and shakes her head. “No, we’re doing couples yoga.”

“Oh, hell no.” I stop walking. “I am not regulating my breathing and chanting things over and over again as though that will help a situation. I’m flexible enough.”

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