VANNAH
“We’re here, malyshka. Let’s take this to my private quarters.” He buries his face into my neck and sinks his teeth into the tender flesh between my shoulder and neck.
I hiss from the feel of the delicious pain and can’t help but groan. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, Maxim,” I murmur and tighten my hold on his hair.
It only makes him bite harder. Pain and pleasure mingle in my system. The combination of excitement sends hot juices to wet my bikini bottoms. Right when I think I can’t take it anymore he releases and strokes the warm wetness of his tongue over his bite mark.
I know what I hear but I am still in shock when he gruffly murmurs against my skin, “Marked and all mine.”
I lick my lips and let out a shaky breath. The heat in his eyes tells me this isn’t over and that makes me equally scared and excited. Not because I fear him, but because I know I’ll give him anything he wants. All he’ll have to do is command it. Knowing how I will react is scary as hell. I’ve always been a sucker for making others happy no matter what. But in this case, what can one night of making myself happy do? No harm no foul. Have some fun and then come morning get dropped back off on dry land. And then get the hell out of town before my father’s loan sharks get word I’m not dead.
Admittedly all this makes me sound weak, but what I truly am is starving for the explosive energy Maxim feeds into my…soul. I shouldn’t be thinking that but there it is.
“You’re wet aren’t you, my sweet siren?” he husks deviously next to my ear. And it’s just like my betraying body to tighten with desire. My eyes dart over my shoulder at our captain as if he can tell I’m over here practically squirting all over his boss.
Before I can ask if he thinks he owns everything he plucks from the ocean, his hands roam over the plump globes of my ass and I’m being hauled up his hard body as he stands. I’m still wearing my denim cutoffs and bikini but they are no match for the sizzling heat of his touch. He kneads my cheeks hungrily. There’s a small voice in the back of my head screaming this isn’t what I need to be doing.
I bat it away and wrap my arms around his neck. “What are we doing?” I whisper as my hands glide over obscenely defined abs, rock-hard pecs, and…fuck me. The man has the shoulders of Hercules.
“Whatever the fuck we want and right now that is getting you on my boat and under me as quickly as possible before I release in my shorts from merely touching you.”
Direct.
I can appreciate that. Today more than any other day.
Gray, if I remember his name correctly, guides our smaller boat into a port in the back of a much much larger yacht. There have to be a million lights glittering off the darkening waters. We must have traveled a good twenty minutes in the opposite direction of land. Or the direction I think land would be in. The quiet peacefulness this far out is serene for someone who shares an apartment between a bunch of partying college kids on one side and a new mom on the other.
Maxim settles me a little lower and I gasp when this shaft comes to nestle between my thighs and right over my pulsing clit. Seems like I’m not the only one with no shame. The friction of denim and the way he cradles me close have my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head.
Maxim steps onto a platform that slopes upward to a higher deck carrying my weight as if it is part of his own. “We’ll need the evening, Gray. Take care of the crew. No one above deck two.” He speaks to his man without taking his eyes off mine.
“You got it, Boss.”
I offer a small smile to Gray in thanks and then I’m swiftly carried through winding passageways until we are in an elevator going up two floors. Inside the small space, the walls close in, and the heat swirling between us intensifies. The desire flickering in the dark depths of his eyes and feeding through every area our bodies touch is making me crazy horny.
I don’t care where he takes me as long as he delivers on the lustful promises of his caresses. The door slides open and I see we are in a suite. The scent of his smoky orange cologne and the masculine touches of dark wood and black sheets tells me this is his space. And I’m in it.
When I think he’s going to toss me on the bed and ravish me, he takes a hard right at the last minute and slides open a door. Behind it is a large shower.
“Let’s get the salt water off.” He takes his shirt from around my shoulders and tosses it on the bathroom sink. Cool air from the overhead vent drifts across my heated skin making my nipples pucker into tight nubs against the cloth of my bathing suit top.
He notices. Big time. And that wolfish grin comes back out to play over his lips.
Heat creeps into my face.
Slowly. Ever so freaking slowly that it has to be the worst form of torture, he leans in and sinks his teeth around a hard tip. And bites.
Nerve endings I didn’t realize I had ignite with the intensity of the sun to scorch a path straight to my aching clit.
I’m gasping for air as the shock of pain arrows through me. He tugs and then sucks my nipple, bathing suit and all, into his hot mouth. I anchor my ankles around his waist and grind against his shaft. All the clothes between us do nothing to prevent me from feeling just how big he is.
“So fucking responsive,” he murmurs.
Ten very powerful fingers dig into the flesh of my ass possessively and my head falls back. Lips come over my pulse point and the second the tip of his tongue strokes over my skin I want to melt into him.
Instead of putting me down, he walks us into the large shower and cranks the water open. He shields me from the blast of cold water and when he does finally let me slide to my feet, I can feel the thickness of his cock all the way down.
I have never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life.