Malta with My Best Friend’s Dad by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Four

Kane

This was never part of the plan.

I was supposed to watch from afar, get a look at my daughter and then leave Malta. The Bratva was never supposed to follow them here. But it seems Sergey has decided to go back on his word.

It seems Sergey thinks Malta is fair game.

He’s wrong, and my blood boils through me at the thought, hot and potent like my body is getting ready for battle. I feel my muscles bulging like I’m going to erupt at any second.

But even now – when I should be focused on staring down this Bratva goon – I can’t stop myself from sneaking a look at Kelly. Even now my cock aches, the tip grinding against my jeans, my heart pounding heavily against my chest.

Her hips scream at me to be grabbed, her chocolate-colored hair begging my fingers to trail through it, grabbing a bunch as I guide her lips to mine. I’d have to kiss her hard, possessively, to let her know she belongs to me and she always will.

I almost roar with the need for it as primal urgency awakens inside of me.

If I thought sleeping on it would make her easier to forget – make my inexplicable need to claim her easier to let go – I was dead wrong. It’s only made me want her more, need her more, and this motherfucker is trying to take that away.

“Hello, Kane,” the Bratva man says, his hand shifting around in his pocket.

“That’s not a good idea,” I tell him. “I think we both know that.”

He tries to hide it, but fear flickers across his face, warping his features for a moment. He laughs and shakes his head, but it sounds unconvincing.

“You’re not armed.”

I nod. “That’s right. But we both know you haven’t got more than a blade in that pocket. There’s no damn way you got a gun past customs, and I know for a fact the Bratva doesn’t have arms dealers in Malta.”

“It’s an island.” The man shrugs. “Smuggling is easy.”

I stare at him hard, judging the distance between us. There are maybe five yards between me and him, only three between me and Kelly. I’d have to dart forward and put the bulk of my body between them and take the bullet, the blade, whatever I have to take to make sure my woman stays safe.

Spreading my hands, making my chest wide and powerful-looking, I grin like a goddamn wolf. “Go ahead. Give it your best shot.”

The man returns my stare for a moment, uncertainty making his lips twist.

But finally, he has to accept he’s a coward without his Bratva backup.

He lets his hand drop. “Things are going to get very interesting when Sergey arrives.”

I try not to let my gaze drift to Kelly. Her eyes are wide and completely fixated on me, her kissable lips open in shock, making me think about those lips slipping down my lust-hard shaft as I slide deeper and make her eyes widen even more. Fuck, that dress, the way the fabric dapples against her thick perfect thighs.

No, no.

I return my gaze to the threat before I get carried away and maul her right here.

“He’s coming himself?” I laugh gruffly. “And I guess he’s bringing Santa Claus and the tooth fairy with him too, eh?”

“This is no joke, Kane. He gave us specific instructions to tell him if I spotted you.”

“Who’s us?” I growl as the situation starts to spin in my mind.

The man taps his nose. “Oh, I don’t know, comrade. Maybe there are a couple of us watching the airport just in case you try to make a quick getaway. Maybe we like having you trapped on an island. And who knows… Maybe some of us are even watching the ferries to Sicily and Gozo.”

I step forward and the man takes several steps back, unable to stop himself from raising his hands and letting out a gasp. He’s almost as tall as I am, almost as muscular, but he didn’t serve several tours overseas, he didn’t wrestle in college and he didn’t master several MMA arts.

He knows I could dismantle him in two seconds flat if it came to blows.

“Time to leave,” I snarl. “Before I lose my patience. I mean it. Now.”

“You think I’m scared of you?”

“That would sound a lot more convincing if you weren’t whimpering, you pathetic fuck. Leave.”

The man looks from me to Kelly and back again. When his eyes rest on my woman, even if it’s for only half a second, the desire surges through me to crack his skull against the concrete.

Nobody gets to look at her, to ever fucking glance at her, except for me. I own her. I own her tits, her plump gorgeous ass, her beautiful wide innocent eyes, and her long luxurious brown hair.

I own every part of her.

Not this dog. Not anybody.

Finally, he turns and stalks away, climbing onto a moped and speeding off down the quiet road, the sound of the engine seeming loud in the quiet of the early morning.

I watch him go and then turn to find Kelly staring at me. She’s biting her lip, which is a mistake, which makes me want to force her to her knees and open her pretty mouth with the helm of my manhood.

“Is this real?” she says with a tangled laugh. “Because this is the craziest thing that’s ever happened. I thought you were dead. Lena thinks you’re dead.”

“It’s real.” I can’t stop myself from moving over to her, taking in the scent of suntan lotion and a tempting hint of just-Kelly beneath it. “But you can’t tell Lena.”

Her mouth falls open. “The Bratva, Russian organized crime… and you’re alive.”

“Yes.”

I move even closer, unable to stop myself.

My cock is so hard I feel like it’s going to burst out of my pants. There’s a beast inside of me, something I’ve never felt before, not in all the fighting and all the war and all the running. It’s a beast that tells me to bend Kelly over right here, pull her dress up and push her panties aside. And then push into her young tight hole until she’s completely creaming and shuddering.

“You need to go back to the room and stay with Lena until I can arrange for backup to arrive. I can’t watch you both at the same time.”

“But she needs to know—”

“No, Kelly,” I snarl firmly, moving close, closer until I could reach out and touch her. And I do want to, badly. “You can’t tell her.”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll be too painful if I have to leave again.”

“I don’t understand anything that’s going on here,” she snaps, some sassiness flaring in her expression.

It’s the same sassiness I’d bring out of her in the bedroom, my cock buried up to the hilt in her tight hole, watching as her face transformed from nervousness to pleasure-seeking confidence.

“I can’t explain,” I growl. “Just go back to the room—”

“Not until you tell me—”

She gasps as I dart my hands out and grab onto her luscious full hips. I didn’t plan on doing that, and I definitely didn’t plan on pulling her so close to me that she can feel my manhood grinding against her belly.

She whimpers as she stares up at me. “What are you doing?”

“You need to do as you’re told if I’m going to keep you safe,” I growl, leaning down so I can feel her breath whispering over my face. “I’m going to arrange for one of my military buddies to get here, most likely for this evening, tomorrow at the latest, so that if you and Kelly need to split up we can keep you both safe. This man is as capable as I am, and that’s saying a damn lot. But in the meantime, you need to get that curvy spank-me-hard ass back into the silent city and wait for my signal.”

She’s such an innocent young thing, another whimper escaping her kissable lips as she gazes up, as though she can’t believe what I just said.

I slide my hand around to her ass, glad we’re the only people out here, glad it’s so early and deserted. If anybody else saw my woman with lust making her cheeks blush red, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making them pay.

“Do you understand? Go back to the room. Wander out onto the balcony from time to time. When it’s safe to leave, I’ll give you a signal.”

“And then you’ll explain what’s going on?”

Closer, closer, I don’t even try to fight the urge now.

She’s Lena’s best friend and this is wrong. This isn’t why I’m here at all.

But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, not with her juicy ass in my hands.

She gasps as I press my lips against hers, claiming her lips with all the primal passion scorching through my body.