Page 21 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Welcome aboard, Ms. Kennedy,” he greeted with a smile, glancing at his iPad. “Your room is on Deck 5, Cabin 512.”

“You say it like I’m supposed to know where that is.”

“Apologies, ma’am. The elevators are just down the hallway to your left.” He gestured, pointing in the direction, and handed me an electronic key card. “Trust me, it shouldn’t be hard for you to find.”

I accepted the key card and exhaled sharply as he politely excused himself and left to attend to other guests.

I walked to the elevator, thinking how amazing this boat was and all the fun things I would engage in. Stepping inside, I pressed the button for Deck 5, feeling a slight thrill of excitement as the doors closed and the elevator whisked me upward.

After a while, the doors dinged and opened, revealing a quiet corridor enveloped only by the soft hum of the ship’s engine and the gentle sway of the vessel.

I heaved a sigh and stepped out, following the signs to Cabin 512. Finally, I located it and stepped inside without considering that it was open and I didn’t have to use the key card.

As I stepped inside, I was enveloped by the cozy and luxurious atmosphere of the cabin—so bright and so beautiful. I tossed my bag on a sofa and sat on the plush bed, glancing toward the private balcony and stunning ocean views.

I was tempted to scream out for joy, but I reeled the desire in and grabbed one of the comfy pillows, cuddling it as I lay on my back. The room was so comfortable and sexy that my mind wandered back to Daniil Wolkov.

Why? Why can’t I think without him invading my thoughts?

That stunt he pulled back at the store wasn’t cool at all, getting me wet on purpose…. Who did he think he was?

I was still livid about what he did and how he’d embarrassed me like that. But I had to admit, he did a good job getting under my skin, and despite my better judgment, I couldn’t help but feel a twisted attraction to him.

Ashely had warned me to stay away from Daniil, and I thought I could do that. But with the intensity of the sexual flame that was threatening to consume me, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

My thoughts immediately took a sensual turn as I found myself imagining him close, his intense gaze on me and his strong body hovering over me.

Fuck!

I thought about how it would feel having him on top of me, with his lips against me and his skin brushing mine, and eventually, I wondered how he would taste. My heart started racing, and my breathing became impossible to control. I was feeling hot inside, and my body was craving this dangerous man.

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress that voice telling me not to do what my body needed.

Don’t you do it…. Don’t you fucking do it!

I ignored the voice, shut my eyes, and slid my hand under my dress, my fingers heading toward my wet pussy. The closer I got to it, the more I panted, biting my lower lip.

What the fuck?

Alarmed by the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, I immediately composed myself, clearing my throat as someone stepped out.

You have got to be kidding me!

“Daniil?” I couldn’t hold back my shock.

He smirked at me, his hair wet from the shower and water droplets on his muscular build. He was naked, save for the white towel around his waist. His body was incredibly well-built.

My God, he’s gorgeous!

“What…what are you doing here—I mean, in my cabin?” I stuttered, confused by his sexy body and by the fact that he was in the same space with me.

“Your cabin?” He raised his brows. “Oh, milaya, you’re in my room. Yours is next door,” he explained.

I glanced at my key card. “But this is cabin 512.”

“No, it’s cabin 513. Like I said, next door.”

Shit!

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