The Captive Series (28 page)

Nikolai grabbed his wife’s hand and tugged her through the hotel and into the Grecian streets. He had a plan to view many of the historical places for the next two days. She didn’t know it yet, but Niko was taking her sailing around the country. The weather was going to be perfect, and they would be mostly alone. Their luggage had been packed into the car that one of his team picked up. The port was busy and beautiful at the same time.

“What are we doing here, Niko? Are we eating on one of the boats?”

“Yes, for the next two days, princess.” He tugged the hand he was holding, swinging her into his chest, and kissing her square on the lips.

“This is amazing. I can’t believe you did this,” she squealed. He loved how beautiful she looked when she smiled. It was a vision to be seen. "It's nothing special. We can afford it with ease, so why not? How often are we going to come here?" Nikolai rhetorically asked.

"I know, but this had to be done in a flash and couldn't have been planned as fast as you did."

"Money talks, princess. So, let's sail away, my love."

They entered the luxurious yacht with a renewed sense of joy. The captain showed them to their room. “Once you’re settled in, I will introduce you to the staff. There’s only three of us on board.”

“Thank you. We’ll be up in about twenty minutes,” Niko said, escorting the captain out of the bedroom door. Closing it, he turned to Bianca, who shared the same smile Niko had on his.

“This looks great, Niko,” she said, turning around in a circle before looking back at her husband.

“It does, but I don’t care about it right now. Come here, we’re about to pull out of the port.” She came to his side, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her head against his chest. “Princess, let’s get changed into something comfortable, then we can go up on deck.”

“Okay,” she squealed, pulling from him and going straight to the suitcase the men brought on before Niko and Bianca boarded.

Bianca picked out a pale green bikini and a sarong. Nikolai damn near convulsed when he saw what she chose to wear. He wanted to tell her to change, but it was just a few people and he wanted her happy. By the look on her face, she was feeling very pretty. She needed to know that the scowl he had wasn’t in disgust, but a disgruntled husband staring at his too damn sexy wife.

“Bianca, you look fucking gorgeous. As much as I want you to turn around and change into a burka or some shit, I won’t bug you. But know this, I have no intention of not touching you as often as possible.”

“I won’t complain. I love when you touch me.” They felt the ship begin to move away from the dock. “Looks like we’re moving.”

“Princess, please be careful for me. If I’m not at your side, stay away from the edges.”

“I’ve been sailing before, Niko. I won’t fall off. How about we head up now? I want to know when the food will be coming. I’m starving.”

“I believe we’re having chicken salads for lunch. I wanted something light, just in case the sea water was too rough.”

“That’s perfect.” Nikolai led his wife up on the deck.

“Hello, Mr. Rykov. I’m your concierge, Andros. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to tell me. Please let me introduce you to the rest of the staff.” Niko nodded, so the rest of the crew came forward.

“We have your chef here. This is Georgios.” It was the female that surprised them.  She’d been the pool girl that Niko had given his card to when he was searching for Bianca. The captain said there was only three of them, she made four. Bianca gripped Niko’s hand tighter and he hoped she wasn’t jealous. He merely asked the girl if she saw his wife. The girl was flirty when they spoke, but he didn’t really care to notice. All that mattered was finding Bianca.

“This is a last minute addition. Jordan is studying abroad from America and will be here to tend to the housekeeping during your trip.” Bianca and the girl looked at each other with venom in their eyes. Although Miss Jordan’s look was subtler, which bothered Niko immediately. He was tempted to turn the yacht around and drop the bitch off at the dock. Something about her was upsetting his wife, and that wasn’t something he could handle.

“Hi, if there’s anything I can do for you, please just let me know,” she said addressing Niko directly.

“Thanks, but I’ve got everything he needs,” Bianca snidely replied.

“Sorry, I was just…”

Andros looked between the two women before he told her to set up the table for lunch. She nodded and walked away without looking back.

“I will bring your lunch when it’s ready.” Andros walked away.

“I don’t like her. Why is she here?” she asked Niko. He knew that it wasn’t going to be simple. Why did he even bother asking that girl for help? He remembered why. In a sense of jealousy, he asked the female because he didn’t want a man looking for his woman. It was stupid because now this woman caused unnecessary tension between him and his wife.

“I don’t know, Bianca. I didn’t select the staff. The hotel was the one that let me charter the yacht. It was a last minute plan, so they probably sent whoever they had available.”

“I don’t trust her. I saw the way she hung on every word that day. She was eyeing you like you were the sexiest man in the world.”

“So, you don’t think I’m the sexiest man in the world?”

“You know damn well I find you so hot that I want to come with a glance. I just don’t like other bitches looking at you like you hung the moon.”

“I don’t like it either. The only woman I want to stare at me like that is you. Unless you give me a little girl one day. Then I hope that she’ll think her papa hung the moon.”

“I know she will,” Bianca smiled up at him, making him kiss her hard against the railings.

“I love you, Bianca.”

There was a cough behind them. It was Andros. “Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Rykov. The table is ready, please come up to the second level. Your food will be ready in a moment. The wine is chilling for you.”

Niko nodded and escorted Bianca up to their table overlooking the Mediterranean. Andros popped the cork for them, serving Bianca the first glass, followed by one for Niko. “I’ll be back with your food.”

“Thank you, Andros,” Bianca said with a smile that garnered a frown from Niko.

“This yacht thing is looking like a very bad idea, princess,” Nikolai growled, looking directly at his wife’s curves that weren’t hidden with the sarong.

“Caro, just wait until I show you how much I’m enjoying this little vacation.” He pulled her chair out for her to sit. Bending down as he pushed her in, he stole a kiss.

“Damn, I’m tempted to pass on the chicken salad and have a bit of Bianca for lunch,” he growled after pulling back from her lips.

“Niko,” she said in a reprimanding tone, looking around him to see if anyone was nearby. There wasn’t, but he didn’t care if there was an audience. He wanted the world to know that everything about Bianca belonged to him. She was his wife, his best friend, and the mother of his children. He worshipped her and wanted her crying out for him.

“What? I want to eat your pussy. It’s no big deal. I’m sure no one here would be surprised.”

“Niko,” she hissed, swatting his hand that laid on the table next to them. He snatched hers up and tucked it under his before tugging her slightly closer to him.

“I want to eat and fuck your pussy until you can’t take anymore—and I will. Understand?”

There was another cough; it was Andros again. “Damn it, man. You need a bell on or something,” Niko joked. But he mentally made a note to only fuck Bianca in their room. He didn’t like quiet people unless they were doing some shit for him. Andros was stealthy quiet.

“Sorry, Mr. Rykov. It is not my normal job. I’m filling in.”

“What’s your normal job? A fucking hit man?”

“Um…Something like that.” Niko raised his brows.

“Should I be concerned?”

“Not at all. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize my brother’s company. Besides, it’s not exactly what I do.” He set down the food and left.

“By the way, the introduction didn’t go unnoticed. I’ll be speaking to my brother about her. I do apologize for that.” Andros let them be to enjoy their meal.

“How is it that you constantly find like-minded people, Niko?” Bianca asked after taking a bite of her food.

“Honey, because there’s a market for dirty deeds.” Niko tried to keep his head clean, and for the most part it had been easy to do. With Petrov gone, the need to dominate by force disappeared. He did everything on the up and up. There were times when people tried to bring the old Nikolai out, but it got shut down really quick.

“Well, hopefully they’re on our side,” she said.

“My love, our men watched them make our food and everything. I’m not too concerned, but let’s relax and eat this meal so I can take you back to our room for dessert.”

“Yes, let’s hurry.”

~~~~~

After finishing their lunch, Niko took her to the railing to look out at the water. “It’s so beautiful, Niko. I love this. Did I tell you that? I’m so glad that you brought me back from the misery. I love you, my husband.”

“Thank you for loving me still. I feared I lost your love.” He hugged her tightly, kissing on her neck as they peered out into sunny, beautiful Greece. 

She turned around in his embrace, leaning up to stare into his grey eyes, she begged for his kiss. “Please, kiss me, Niko.” As requested, he took her mouth while sliding his hand behind her head and keeping her close. Their arms moved around each other, touching every inch in reach as their kiss exploded into an intense make-out session. Nikolai tugged on her sarong, letting it fall to the floor. His hand moved to her mound, teasing her pussy through the small bottoms that barely covered her soaking heat. With his fingers running under the edge, he pushed them aside and slipped his finger into her wet center.

“Ah, Niko,” she sighed aloud. The rest of her moans were captured by his mouth. Rocking her hips onto his palm, Bianca was ready to come hard for her lover. When he moved his lips to her neck, she felt her orgasm rip through her body causing her to cry out. “Niko!” With her eyes closed, she absorbed his touch and fucked his hand until she was completely spent. Her body wilted onto his chest just as they heard heels click on the floor.

“Fuck, you’re lucky it’s just the woman. If it was one of the guys, I’d make you pay for letting someone else come upon us with you moaning in ecstasy.”

“It’s your fault. And if she sees your hard-on right now, I will throw her ass overboard,” Bianca whispered, just as the sneaky Jordan reached the top of the stairs. She was tempted to throw her overboard anyway.

Nikolai bent down and picked up Bianca’s sarong without turning around. He didn’t want Bianca to be mad at him.

“Please excuse us. Sometimes we get carried away,” Bianca teased the woman who clearly wanted her husband. Dragging Nikolai behind her, hiding his erection, she led him back to their room.

~~~~~

Jordan nodded briefly toward them as they passed by before picking up the dirty plates, all the while thinking of how much she wanted Nikolai. She thought about what she had just witnessed. It turned her on and pissed her off at the same time. Jordan hated Bianca. There was nothing special about her, and Bianca didn’t deserve a man like Niko.

They hadn’t heard her creep up the stairs because he was making her scream. “Like the whore she was,” Jordan mumbled to herself as she cleaned up the mess. He was supposed to make her cry out, not Bianca. His hands were supposed to run all over her body. Jordan remembered the first time she saw him. The bimbo and him walked into the hotel, but she looked like she couldn’t even stand to be standing next to the Adonis. He didn’t seem happy either. She could have sworn that when he passed by her that he winked. That wink was a promise of what was to come.

She saw Bianca come into the pool area just a little while after they check in, but when Jordan didn’t see Nikolai she felt sad and pissed. She hoped Bianca drowned in the water, but it wasn’t in the cards. When Niko came into the pool room, she knew he was just making an excuse to see her. The way he walked up to her, his eyes trained to her like she was his to do what he wanted. Jordan turned Niko’s attention away from anything else but her. She knew that when he gave her his personal card it wasn’t because he was looking for his whore, but he was telling her to come up later. He even included his room number. The chemistry between them was explosive. The only thing standing in their way of eternal bliss was his slutty wife.

Jordan had followed her to the bar, peaking in every minute to see her talking to a different guy. Niko deserved better than that. That bitch was looking for another man when she had a God in her presence. She wasn’t worthy of such a man, and Jordan had to do something about it. There had to be a way to pull him out of her hold. Jordan had thought if he saw her talking to other men that he would dump her, but it didn’t work. The witch had her claws deep in him.

That bitch had stolen her man. She needed to find a way to get him back. He belonged with her, not his mistress. There was no way he could stay with that tramp when he loved Jordan. She was the original and his only love. Bianca was a phony, a mediocre copy of her.

Jordan took the dishes to the galley and tried to think of a way to get rid of the interloper.
Soon, very soon
, she thought.