67 Nova Lane, St. Felipe, the Palmchat Islands.
There was no mention in Brittany’s documentary about the Palmchat Islands. Not a word was said about her living there, vacationing there, or having any connection to the island chain.
But Britt was connected to that place.
St. Felipe was her home.
The place where she felt safe and where she belonged.
It was the place she was determined to get back to.
She refused to be used as a pawn in whatever sick game he wanted to play in Brittany’s life. She just had to bide her time and wait for the right opportunity to get away.
Reaching for the faucet, she turned the water off. The audio of the documentary lowered.
After graduating from law school specializing in International Criminal Law, you relocated to the CaymanIslands to open your law practice. While on the island, you met your fiancé, Alejandro Cerundolo. Your engagement was celebrated with a lavish party on your father’s yacht.
She mouthed the words with the audio while grabbing the clothes from the bag and tossing them on the bed. She ignored the random legal statutes popping into her head as she removed her pajamas and underwear. The audio was devoid of any legal education, which could only mean that The Visitor had found a way to subliminally infuse her brain with legal details to convince her she was Brittany. Or better equip her to step into Brittany’s life without being exposed as a fraud.
She grabbed the dirty clothes and pushed them into the knapsack as she stood naked in the room. Staring at the date one last time, she smiled at the numbers, knowing what would happen today. She rehearsed what she had to do before pushing it back through the hatch.
Adrenaline raced through her veins, making her jittery.
She had to calm her nerves and be prepared.
Sitting on the bed, she pulled the bed sheet across her body and stared at the door, waiting for The Visitor to arrive.
From the color of the light in the ceiling, he was late.
He was never late.
Britt tucked her knees to her chest, rocking slightly as she watched the door, dread seeping through her bones.
She prayed nothing had changed.
That her plan would work.
And that she’d have the courage to go through with it this time.
Chapter 2
“Why do you always have to be in control?” Lachlan teased, smiling as her tongue left a trail of wetness from his chest to his neck to the lobe of his ear.
Her laugh was husky and hot against his skin. “I miss making men squirm under oath in the courtroom, so you have to let me have fun at home.” She pressed her taut nipple against his lips. “Besides, you’d be disappointed if I didn’t make you work for it.”
He opened his mouth willingly and sucked hard as immense pleasure rolled through him. She let out a gasp as his teeth flicked over the nub, growing round like a pebble in his mouth.
His cock twitched as her thigh brushed against his. She grabbed his leg and raised it, tying a satin scarf around his ankle, then wrapping the end around the bedpost. She yanked and a jolt of pain radiated up his calf. He didn’t care. She didn’t tie him up often, which was why he enjoyed it so much when she did. Tilting his head back, he assessed his constraints, jerking each arm and leg to test if he could overcome the bondage. Satisfied that she’d eliminated any chance he had of ruining this game, he relaxed.
He was entirely at her mercy to do with as she wanted.
And that’s what he needed.
He needed her now more than ever.
“Look at me,” she demanded.
His head snapped toward the end of the bed. The soft glow of candlelight danced across her deep brown skin, highlighting every curve and contour. The tiny triangles of her bra barely concealed her breasts, which begged to be touched. Her thong was nothing more than a thin shoelace swallowed between the ample cheeks of her alluring ass. Her thick black hair barely skimmed her shoulders, the perfect frame for the exquisite features of her face—the high cheekbones, full sultry lips, hypnotic brown eyes that seemed to hold countless secrets, and the single dimple on her right cheek that made her smile devastating.
