Page 25 of Forced By the Bratva

Only the thought of the things I could do to her during the trip started to turn me on to the point that I almost got an erection.

I still smiled as I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the sheet of paper I’d earlier tossed in there. It was the schedule for the three-day trip that Timur had prepared and given to me earlier; he knew I was clueless about these things.

“Make sure you don’t screw this up,” he’d whispered to me as he pressed the paper into my hand.

I’d tried to thank him, but he quickly discarded my gratitude.

“It’s not for free, anyway—you will have to pay someday,” He joked before we parted ways.

This was the umpteenth time I’d studied the schedule; I was trying to memorize every detail. According to the detailed schedule, we were supposed to go to the beach today.

Jenna was in the bathroom taking a shower already, so I decided to get dressed while waiting for her to get ready. I got up from the bed, picked up my clothes, which had been lined up on the bed, and began putting them on—A crisp white linen shirt and tailored swim shorts.

For many reasons, I wouldn't say I liked taking off my shirt outside—one of which was that I was heavily tattooed, which drew a lot of attention since most people wouldn’t want to miss out on the chance to have a look at my delightful, tattooed body.

My thoughts were cut short when something drew my attention to the door, and I immediately held my breath and caught my tongue between my teeth.

My breath was taken away as soon as my eyes caught Jenna, who was done getting ready and had stepped out in her beach outfit.

She looked like a seductress, and her hotness was enough to blow anyone’s mind away—just like I had mine blown away at the moment.

She had on a pastel bikini that hugged her skin tightly and barely covered her ass.

My eyes were fixed on her as I stared, not in amusement but in jealousy—jealousy because other men would see what I was seeing in her when they looked at her. I could not bear the thought of that.

I walked briskly toward her, too impatient to let her get to where I was standing. “You’re wearing that out?”

She raised her brows and lightly shrugged her shoulders. “We are going to the beach, aren’t we? This is what I’m supposed to wear.” Her tone was light but had a bit of confusion laced with it.

I realized she was right, but still, I wasn’t satisfied. I took one more step back toward her while giving her a once over to take in all her features again. My Adam's apple bobbed up and down as I took in the view, I knew other men would have of her once she stepped out like that, and I couldn’t take it.

“You look so hot that I could take you right here and now,” I said under my breath. The debauchery in my voice and eyes did not make any attempt to hide as I said the words to her. “And that is exactly why I don’t want you going out like this, because you belong to me. I can’t have other men ogle at you once we step out like this,” I added. “Go put something over it.”

She let out a loud scoff that made me want to spank her ass before she went inside to do as I’d said.

By the time she returned, she’d put on a cover-up that still did not impress me; it didn’t do much to conceal anything like I’d wanted. Those perverted men would still be able to get a view of her since the thin net cloth did not do much to hide her gorgeous curves.

I mentioned my thoughts to her, and she frowned, hinting that she didn’t like my disposition.

Well, she shouldn’t blame me; it wasn’t my fault that she was damn hot! I was doing what I felt was right—trying to protect her from the ogling eyes of the men out there.

“Go sit in the car and wait for me. I’ll be there in no time,” I told her when I realized there was no way I could make her wear something bigger. Just like she said, we were going to the beach, and that was what she was supposed to wear.

When she walked away to go to the car, I didn’t follow her immediately. I wanted to make a phone call first.

I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed Tom’s number. Tom was a Hawaiian, a friend of Timur's, who was also hosting our vacation.

He picked up immediately after the second ring, and I heard his cheerful voice. When we first met him, I’d noticed how bright the round, pot-bellied man looked as if he had no worry in the world.

“Hey, Feliks, I hope you are enjoying your vacation! Is there anything you need? Let me know, and I’ll make it available right away.”

“Is there any private beach around here where I can have quality alone time with my wife?” My eyes were focused on the car while I took in as much as I could of Jenna, who was sitting there, waiting for me to be done with my phone call so I could drive us to the beach.

“Oh! I wish I could help you with that,” Tom said, “but it’s quite impossible to get a totally private beach.” There was a hint of disappointment in his voice, which lasted only a few seconds before his former cheerful self resurfaced, and his voice resounded over the phone.

“Well except, I know a small, secluded beach that might fit into what you are looking for—it’s the perfect spot for couples. It’s just a bit further away. I am sure you will like it,” Tom said excitedly.

That seemed like the best news I’d heard that day, as it resurrected my lost hope. I was starting to imagine what it would feel like having her all to myself on a secluded beach where no one would bother us and—most importantly—where there would be no perverted men to look at her with lustful eyes.

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