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CHAPTER 18

D imitrios

“First a plane, now a boat,” Willow said as she stood by the railing peering out into the ocean.

“There is no better way to study the stars than on a boat in the Ionian Sea.” I wrapped my arm around her, enjoying the gentle movements. With the wind calm, the ocean appeared like a plate of glass shimmering from the giant orb in the sky.

“Did I ever tell you I get seasick?”

“You told me you were never going to lie to me. I happen to know you’re a champion swimmer and when you were on my dad’s boat years ago, you jumped off the bow ten times if not more. If I remember correctly, a sudden storm appeared. You were the one keeping your mother from tossing her lunch.”

“First of all, that was when it was anchored to the ocean floor. Second, it was a huge and very stable yacht. This is little more than a dinghy.”

“A dinghy. At thirty-five feet. Yes, just a tiny boat incapable of handling the calm waters. If you’d prefer, we’ll go to my yacht.” The winds had died down, the water as calm as I’d seen it. I was glad I’d made the decision to contact my favorite ship’s captain, another old friend of my father’s.

Suddenly, she seemed frightened, one hand firmly gripping the cold steel and the other her wineglass. “Maybe I’m not as adventurous as I used to be. When I was younger, I thought I could conquer the world.”

“I beg to differ regarding your adventurous spirit. I heard you went skydiving last year. And from what I know about you now, I have no doubt you will conquer the world.”

Huffing, she turned to face me. “You were checking up on me.”

“Your uncle enjoyed telling me about all those explorations you engaged in.” I frowned as soon as I mentioned it. He’d also liked talking about Shane as well. I’d barely paid attention, realizing he’d needed to act like his brother’s children were partially his own.

“He always wanted kids,” she said.

“I know. But he loves his wife and they didn’t want to adopt. I never understood why.”

“I keep telling him it’s not too late, but he just won’t do it.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons.”

“We all have reasons why we make the choices we do. Sadly, they’re not always for the right motives.”

I nodded in approval. “Said like someone much older.”

“I feel much older.” She returned her gaze toward the ocean. Another moment of quietness furrowed between us. “When are we getting married?”

“Soon.” She seemed forlorn at the choice she’d made. Not that I could blame her.

“I’m certain our wedding will be in all the papers.”

“Yes.”

“Will it be legal?”

“Of course.” I wasn’t certain why she was asking.

“A prenuptial agreement?”

I hadn’t thought about that. “A contract.”

“Yes, how could I forget. Just a business arrangement. Don’t get me wrong. That’s perfectly fine by me.”

“Is it?”

“That’s the way it must be,” she stated firmly.

“Yes, you’re right.” I took another sip of my drink and backed away from the railing, headed for one of the deck chairs. She was a fascinating dichotomy in that she always preferred to do the right thing, but stoop as low as necessary to achieve a goal she believed in with all her heart. It didn’t take months of getting to know her to realize how strong her convictions were.

She had no idea how much I admired her spirit.

I sat in the shadows, watching her enjoying the evening. I’d yet to tell her that I had no intention of letting her out of the marriage, contract or no contract. She’d already become mine, a woman I doubted I could get out from under my skin even if I wanted to.

It had only happened once before. In accepting my obsession for Willow, I’d also been forced to realize the danger she’d be placed in. It would be constant. The times might have changed, but the ways of dealing with enemies due to turf wars, squabbles over money, or a deal gone bad were exactly the same. Perhaps we were now even more calculated and ruthless.

I should know. I’d watched my father destroy an entire family. He hadn’t known the man’s wife and kids would be on the yacht, their deaths hitting him hard. I’d always believed that had started him on the path to leave the brutal world.

“I must admit this is very romantic. The entire afternoon and evening has been,” she said more in passing than anything.

“You didn’t think I could be romantic?”

“You’re very controlled.”

“I’m curious as to what gives you that idea?”

As she turned around, the moonlight managed to illuminate her lovely face. “Your clothes. Your choice in beverages. The way you talk to your men. Everything about how you carry yourself when walking into a room or even the very precise level of concentration you use when listening to a story or a question. You have two sides, two emotions, rage and hunger. Yet even with those very powerful passions, you barely acknowledge them or provide anyone with a sense of what you’re feeling. You’re extremely guarded.”

“Does that bother you?”

She laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “Your merciless power frightens me. Your lack of raw and easy to see emotions makes me sad. You burn the candle at both ends and eventually, you’ll lose control of it and a fire will start that you won’t be able to put out.”

“Why does my supremacy frighten you?”

It seemed she was having a difficult time answering me. “Because I’ll get burned, but even worse, I think I want to. I wonder what it would be like to taste the same power you have even for a little while, forgetting about everything I’ve been taught. No right versus wrong. No good, only evil. I know that sounds crazy, but with you, anything is possible, and I want a taste of everything.”

Her answer would have seemed trite coming from anyone else, but with her, it was a statement of her dark desires. They were similar to mine, not always indicating her hunger for sex but for sin of any kind. I found that incredibly attractive.

“See? I’m not so innocent after all,” she added.

If she thought I was going to admonish her for admitting the truth, she was wrong. “Come here, Willow.” My voice was as dark and commanding as she needed. I felt it in my bones. Right now, she craved direction. She longed to surrender to the only man who could provide what she needed.

“Why?”

“Because I commanded you to do so.”

She studied me as if fearful I would eat her alive. Maybe that’s exactly what I would do but, in my way, and my time. The darkness inside me was swelling with a greedy need, the kind of hunger incapable of being sated by vanilla sex. If only I’d thought to bring my handcuffs, securing her to the railing so I could feast off her sweet pussy for as long as I desired.

Next time.

The visions remained, including ones of all the vile things I’d do to her lush body afterwards.

A smile curled across my lips as she pushed away from the railing, breaking the fantasy.

She was real flesh and bone, her needs as great as mine. I admired her more than she knew, but she would learn being caught by a predator meant her capture was permanent. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, the need to be inside of her driving me to a state of madness. It felt good to want someone this much.

Hate and lust were good friends.

I took another sip of my drink before placing it on the deck and stretching my legs out on the chaise. Even in the shadows, admiring her stunning physique had become a delicious pastime.

Every step she took was meant to torment me. She was damn good at it. A part of me, the evil side of my personality wanted to break her of that, but the other side longed for it to continue. She was exciting, keeping my dick hard and my libido going strong.

But there was so much more to her. Grace. Beauty. Intelligence. I could continue listing her attributes for a long time. Some might say she was too good for me. Well, I didn’t care what anyone else thought. I would choose my own path.

When she was close, she peered down at me and raked her hands through her hair. Unlike when she’d done before, the move was also meant to tempt me. It was working and she knew it. The feisty vixen had no clue how much power and control she held.

She brushed her finger down the side of her neck as she tilted her head, every movement as slow as the way she’d walked toward me.

I’d had sexy shows from other women before, but this was more sensual, igniting a strong passion deep within me. She was dead right about my emotions, that level of control necessary in my business. But I could lose it all with her.

I simply sat back, enjoying the moment as she allowed herself the freedom of feeling as alive as I did.

A slight smile was on her face, one so sexy my balls were tightening with every second that passed. As she slid her fingertip between her breasts, she let out a soft moan. The wine remained in her hand and the moment she rimmed the glass, I found myself sitting forward, watching.

Wanting.

Needing.

She swayed her hips to the sound of the ocean before dipping her finger into the nearly full wine. Given her index finger remained bandaged, she was using her middle finger. The gesture as she slipped it into her mouth was as beguiling as the woman. She took her time, sucking on her finger as she gyrated back and forth.

The rush of adrenaline only added to the building fire, a craving so strong my vision became hazy. How could a single woman do that to me when so many others had tried and failed? The answer was too sweet for a man like me.

Fate wanted us together.

Willow sighed, the sound becoming more exaggerated as she dipped her finger a second time. The way she tugged on the bodice of her dress brought another growl from deep within. Just watching as she rolled her finger around her fully erect nipple pushed me closer to the edge.

The rough intentions that were in the back of my mind were fresh and ripe, infusing my senses as she slowly lowered her wineglass to the deck just within my reach. Good. I had plans for the dark liquid.

I beckoned her with a single finger, once again pressing my back against the hard wooden plats of the chair. I folded my hands together, cocking my head as I slowly lowered my gaze.

“Teasing me again, little dove?” I asked.

“Why, yes, I am. You can’t always have what you want.”

Before she realized what I’d done, I grabbed her hand, forcing her to straddle the chaise. “I will take what I want on my terms. Remove your dress.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll tear it off you.”

Her laugh floated into the night sky, the lilt the same one I’d remembered. She gathered the material into her hands, pulling the dress to her thighs before stopping. “We’re not alone.”

“I assure you no one is paying any attention. Even if they were, I want what I want.” I flicked my finger upward indicating she was required to follow my orders.

The way she shuddered was adorable and after pulling it over her head, she held the silky material in her fingers before allowing it to drop.

How was it possible she could completely invigorate every cell and muscle? I was tense from the burning hunger, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to breathe. Just drinking in her perfume kept the need strong.

She shifted closer, placing her hands on my shoulders. As she continued her sexy dance, dipping and swaying, I took several deep breaths.

I adored the way she looked down at me. Her breathing was shallow, but I could tell by her incredible scent she was as hungry as I was.

As I slowly rubbed my hands up from her thighs, her body started quivering. Every few seconds she darted a quick look around us, but I could tell when she started feeling more comfortable. I kept my movements as slow as she’d done with me, finally cupping her breasts.

The moment I pinched her nipples, the soft moan became the only music I’d ever need. There was so much heat between us, I was certain smoke would billow around us. Now wasn’t that romantic? A smirk was on my face as I twisted her hardened buds, delighting in every sound she made.

I rolled one hand down to her thong, running the tip of my finger back and forth across the elastic waistband much like she’d done to the wineglass. When I slipped it under, catching the lace with my finger, I could tell she sensed what I was about to do. With a hard jerk of my hand, I yanked away the material, exposing every inch of her beautiful body.

There was something so exhilarating about pulling the wet panties to my mouth and nose. I took a deep whiff of her sweet fragrance, marveling in how wet she’d become during dinner. Perhaps it was the food or the indulgent dance prior to enjoying the succulent dinner.

But I’d waited and thirsted for dessert, the desire to taste something sweet becoming insatiable.

I pulled her down onto my lap, using the lace panties to stroke her breasts, teasing her nipples even more. “Open your mouth.”

She seemed surprised, pursing her lips instead. I pinched her nipple harder this time, giving her a commanding look.

“You need to obey me, little dove.”

“Mmmm…” While she conformed to my wicked demand, the sight of her lower lip trembling was another indication there was still a vulnerable girl inside. As I shoved the material into her mouth, her eyes opened up as wide as I’d seen them.

“I wouldn’t want you to scream, giving away our round of passion. Would you?”

With the thong used as a gag, I enjoyed exploring her body. Just the way she was rocking against me was enough that I almost lost control too early. I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. I lifted her back off my lap before reaching for her wine. At first, I only dipped a finger inside, using it to trace a circle around both hardened buds.

After I did, she leaned over, gripping my shoulders. The temptation was too hard to resist. I suckled on one, taking my time as the flavor melded with that of my gin. When I moved to the other one, a series of whimpers escaped her mouth. The delicious sin was a perfect aphrodisiac, creating a longing for a full dessert.

That would come soon enough.

Once satisfied with her nipples, I dipped three fingers into the wine, immediately driving them into her slickened folds.

Her grip on my shoulders tightened as she threw her head back. She was no longer steady on the pretty little heels she’d worn. I gripped her hip with one hand as I finger-fucked her with the other, driving in a perfect rhythm.

The feel of her pussy muscles clamping down on my fingers kept my cock fully engorged. There was no way I could do this for long. I’d end up shooting my load and that was not going to happen.

But toying with her was almost an artform, seeing how quickly I could make her come. It didn’t take long before her breathing became erratic, her eyes now half closed. Maybe it was the rocking of the ship, but I sensed she was already in a state of nirvana.

I drove my fingers into the wine again, this time using all four. After sliding them inside her tight channel, I flexed them open, thrusting harder. She gyrated in time to the pulse of my hand, bucking hard against me. Seeing the way her breasts were swinging to the roughness of my touch was even more of a turn-on.

Fucking her out in the open was the most exciting thing I’d done with a woman in years. She was mine. Whether she fully understood it or not, the beautiful little dove with the heart of gold would never be free from my clutches.

Her entire body started shaking and I knew she was close. I kept up the rhythm, pumping rapidly, swirling my thumb around her clit.

“Mmm… Mmm…” The sound was muffled but gloriously echoed in my ears. As she drifted into a powerful orgasm, all I could do was smile.

And acknowledge that I was a very bad man, too much so for her innocence. But tainting her with my sins was all I could think about. The orgasm continued and I refused to stop, only doing so when she dropped her head.

I sat back once again, admiring my prize before taking the glass into my hand. I took a sip, enjoying the flavor. Then I took another one, this time holding the liquid in my mouth. I jerked her closer, forcing her back into an arch. With her small feet still enclosed in her heels, the height was perfect for a sweet treat.

Without losing a drop, I engulfed her pussy with my mouth, licking up the drops of wine before they fell too far from my reach.

She continued undulating, moaning every few seconds. That only increased my need, pushing my rough actions to the point I wasn’t certain she could tolerate it. But as I glanced up, I caught her look of awe and peace.

I sucked on her clit, the sounds I made more like a primal growl. Around her, I easily became a wild beast. She just had that way about her, forcing the darkness into the light. She was struggling to breathe, her pussy still clenching every few seconds. I had full intention of bringing her to another powerful orgasm.

Keeping my face buried in her swollen folds, I gripped both hips, keeping her right where I wanted her. Every stifled moan fueled me even more until I was growling like an animal every few seconds. With her body still shaking from the effects of the previous climax, it didn’t take long until her legs were starting to give way.

I held her tightly, licking up every drop of her sweet as cherries juice.

There was something spectacular about the way she tossed back her head, whimpering as loudly through the cloth gag as possible. Her high pushed me into a feeding frenzy.

The peaceful moment when she came down from the plateau had her staring into my eyes. I could swear they were twinkling like the bright stars above.

When I was finished, I pushed her away gently, licking my lips as guttural sounds rose up from my throat.

Willow didn’t take long before she recovered, reaching down and rubbing her hands up and down my shirt. She was a mischievous girl, forever reminding me she was so full of vibrance. As she crawled her fingers down even more, I sat back, folding my arms behind my head. I wanted to see how she’d handle this.

A roughness in her touch exploded a few seconds later. She yanked at my belt, fighting to get the thick leather strap out of the way. After she managed, she slowly pulled the zipper down. She was mewing behind the gag, darting her eyes to mine in a playful way. Her movements slow and easy, she unfastened my trousers, easily able to free my cock and balls.

With her head tilted, she rolled two fingers down my shaft, taking the base into her hand. While she pumped several times, she laughed. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to me. I was forced to take a deep breath, enjoying the moment, but my gut told me my control was waning.

She squeezed my balls and I could finally take it no longer. “Sit on my cock.”

The way she pulled up to her full height, placing her hand against her chest as if questioning whether I wanted her was her attempt at a moment of a power exchange.

“Do it now.” I was having none of it; lowering my voice and issuing a command should tell her in no uncertain terms she was to do what I demanded.

But she waited, still teasing me. Still driving me crazy. When she finally reached down, yanking my trousers past my hips, all I could do was laugh. Perhaps she didn’t understand she’d awakened a true beast.

After stroking me a few additional times, she positioned her wet pussy over my cock, using her hand to slide the tip just inside. That was all I could take. I yanked her down, filling her completely, issuing a ragged breath of my own as soon as I heard hers.

Her muscles stretched, her eyes closing and without a doubt, I would do this very evil deed to her again. With her body illuminated by the full moon, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Ride me, little dove.”

This time, I didn’t need to cajole her or tell her twice. She did as she was told, lifting her body off my cock then slamming down again. The force created another incredible feeling, my blood pressure rising as my shaft swelled even more. Her thighs and calves were strong, shapely in the way a man liked and she used their strength to her benefit.

That she was able to continue teasing me was a surprise, but one I would enjoy more than once. I didn’t touch her, didn’t alter her methods, merely sitting back and enjoying the ride. Yet as I’d experienced before, my body wasn’t cooperating in the way I’d like. My needs were far too intense, the ache in my cock and balls overwhelming.

She rocked the chair, the squeaking sounds filtering amongst her continued moans. My body betraying me as hers had done so many times, I reared up, holding her down on my shaft.

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Too hot.”

“Mmm…”

A laugh bubbled to the surface and I resumed control, pumping her up and down, her full breasts jiggling from the force I used. There was no holding back, no moment of deciding to take her in a different position. My body couldn’t take any additional pressure.

As my muscles stiffened, the little minx squeezed her pussy muscles and all was lost. I erupted deep inside of her, smiling from the realization I was filling her with my seed.

In a sense, I was marking her as mine.

Another jolt of electricity tore through both of us and she fell against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I might be going to hell for the vicious deeds I’d done in my life, but I’d enjoy the incredible acts of sin along the way.

With her.

My sweet, beautiful possession.