Arranged to a Rival Gangster

Chapter 17: The Beach

Daniel's POV

After we're done eating, Elena says something about wanting to go to the beach, so I take her. Once we're there she strips down to this black bikini, that made a good amount of men's jaws, including me own, hit the sand. The shit was so fucking small, and the black did wonders for her dark chocolate skin, but I don't think that's why people were staring.

"Where'd you get that from?" I ask, with a raised brow, as I pull off my shirt, and strip down to some trunks.

"I got it last month when I was shopping with Astrid." She says, putting her hair into a messy bun. "Why what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing." I smirk, reaching out to pull her towards me. "Nothing at all." I wrap one arm around her waist and move my free one down to her ass.

"Daniel," she giggles bashfully. "Cut it out."

"I don't know what you're talking about Bunny." I mock, before bending down to pick her up, her legs wrapping around me in the process.

"You're freakishly tall." She acknowledges, wrapping her arms around my neck and beaming down at me with a bright smile.

"Nope, you're just tiny, lil Bunny." I make fun, and begin to walk in the direction of the water. "You wanna go in the water."

"Just our feet." She says. "I don't wanna get my hair wet."

I hum in agreement and continue to walk us to the wavy shore. Eventually I put her down and we walked through the tide in relative silence, holding hands. She didn't seem to notice some of the men that were gawking at her, and I decided to ignore them. I mean, I would stop and stare at her too.She was drop dead gorgeous.

I however did notice the stares and I wasn't okay with them. And it's weird for me. With my other subs, of course I didn't care for men looking at them, but it didn't get under my skin like it does with Elena. I'm a possessive man and I don't share subs, but I was only possessive with my subs to the extent that I was fucking them and I wanted to be the only man fucking them. Other men lusting after them was an afterthought to me because they were all temporary and just there to scratch an itch that needed to be scratched, not for anything long term.

Maybe that's what it is. Now that I have someone who's meant to be by my side for life, I feel like I should be the only man allowed to lust after her. She's meant to be mine in every way and the need to fight the man that was blatantly staring at her, even though I know he sees me holding her hand, grows stronger with each step.

However I don't want to ruin my Bunny's good time, so I let it go and keep it pushing. That is until he crossed the line. Elena sees something up ahead and let's go of my hand to go and look at it. I watch from a few feet away as she goes to pick a sea shell when the man approaches her. 

I begin to walk my way to them, tuning out everything so that I could hear whatever he's saying clearly.

"Hello." He greets Elena with a smile.

"Hi." I see her glance at him before pickup a seashell and turning to walk away.

"Ah you are American." He smiles. "Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah, I'm here on my honeymoon." She answers politely.

"Really, you're married to that big white man?"

"Yes she is." I say as I reach them. I place my hand on her hip and give him a searing glare.

He looked taken aback by my presence and takes a step backwards. "Daniel." I say holding out my hand.

He looks down at my hand in disgust before walking away without another word

"Well he was rude." I comment, putting my hand down.