Page 78 of Devil's Iris

“I’ve got this,” he says, leaning down to offer me his hand.

I glare at him as I take it—then yank him into the pool with every ounce of strength I have.

He lands with a mighty splash next to me, sending water all over my face and damp hair, even sprinkling Clara’s slippered feet.

“Gotcha.” I smirk as he surfaces, but my triumphant smile dies when I see his expression. Those green eyes have gone dark, predatory, and something in his face promises delicious retribution.

He spares Clara one quick glance. “Get your staff and leave. I need some time alone with mywife.”

Oh.I’m in trouble.

28

LENI

“You’re on birth control, aren’t you?”

The question barrels into me while I’m still reeling from his darkly possessive words and Clara’s lightning-fast disappearance from the balcony.

I just stare, heart pounding, as he hauls himself out of the pool in one effortless heave. “How–how do you even know—never mind, yes, I am. I–” My thoughts scatter entirely as I drink in his full glory. His soaked dress shirt and pants cling to his body, outlining every sculpted line of muscle… and the huge bulge between his legs straining against the fabric.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

He stretches a hand towards me, brows raised in challenge, daring me to drag him back in. I flinch, knowing better than to try that again, and reluctantly place my hand in his. The electricity that shoots up my arm when his strong fingers close around mine is so intense it’s like grabbing a live wire, and before I can even blink, he pulls me up and out.

I stumble onto the tiles with a wet thud, my free handslapping onto his chest, gripping his soaked shirt for balance. His chest expands sharply as he inhales, and I swallow hard, my head spinning from his proximity.

Then he abruptly lets go and stalks to the lounge chairs, his movement uneven, almost twitchy, stopping where two blankets are laid out. For a second, I think he’s grabbing them so we can dry off, but no—he digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Hiswetphone. Shit.

He dries it off with the blanket, and guilt nips at me for dragging him into the pool—until he turns, holding the phone up towards me. “I’m clean.”

I blink at the digital text displayed on the screen, my brain lagging behind. “What am I looking at?”

“My medical records. I’m clean,” he repeats, and what he’s saying finally sinks in. He'sclean. He wants to…. we’re going to… without…

My lips part as a hot flush washes over me. “Oh,” I say uselessly.

No smile crosses his face as he moves towards me, eyes searching mine. “You’re nervous.” It’s a discovery, not a question.

I lick my lips. “No, I–” I stop. What’s the point in lying when he can see right through me? “Yes. Yes, I am.”

I’m going to fuck you so hard,you’ll beg for mercy. But I won’t show you any.

His earlier threat echoes in my mind, making my nipples tighten painfully, pebbling beneath my wet clothes.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, Leni.” His voice rumbles slowly, velvet over something darker. “But I am going to kiss you in every room of this villa tonight. I’m going to kiss you and fuck you so thoroughly, people on the next island will hear just how much pleasure you get from me claiming you.”

My throat closes, heart tripping over itself. “Is that–is that a threat?”

Still no smile. None of his usual charm softens his features as he leans into me. “No, it’s a promise.” His mouth barely brushes mine before his hands cup my jaw and pull me into a kiss.

Then his tongue slips between my parted lips with a low, hungry groan that sends fire racing through my veins up to my chest. My fingers sink into the soaked fabric of his shirt, dragging him closer until my boobs flatten against his chest and the hard length of his cock digs deliciously into my belly.

Our clothes cling to us, squelching and sticking with every movement, the wet fabric only making the friction hotter.