He likes fucking me, that’s it. His words seem sincere, and I want to believe him, but they are all probably to butter me up.
He turns to face me fully, and he looks angry but also a little confused. “You think I’m just going to throw you away when I get bored?”
Of course, that’s what I think, he owes me nothing.
When I don’t answer, he loses his temper. He stands abruptly, the wine glass nearly tipping off the lounger, and paces to the edge of the pool.
"You think this is a game to me?" His voice is low, but there's heat underneath it, real anger, not the controlled kind he uses when he's punishing me. This is different, this is hurt dressed up as fury. "You think I went through all of this, years, Summer, years of watching you, wanting you, planning this, just to get bored and toss you out?"
I’m so shocked by his confession that it takes me a couple of moments to absorb it. "How would I know?" I fire back. "You bought me. People throw away things they buy all the time."
He turns on me, jaw tight, eyes blazing. "You are not a thing."
"You've treated me like one since we got married,” I yell back.
That lands. I see it hit him, the way his shoulders drop a fraction, the way his hands clench at his sides. He stares at me, and I stare back, and the pool glows between us.
"That doesn't mean that's what you are to me."
I’m confused. "Then what am I?"
"You're the reason I breathe." He says it raw, almost angry, like he's furious that it's true. "You're the reason I built this fucking island into a place that is worth living on. You're the reason I wake up every morning and the reason I can't sleep at night. You are not someone I'm going to get bored with. You are the only thing I have ever wanted that I wasn't sure I deserved."
The words hang in the warm night air. My chest is tight, and my eyes are burning, and I don't know if I want to hit him or kiss him.
"Then prove it," I whisper. "Stop telling me,prove it."
He crosses the space between us in three steps, grabs my face in both hands, and kisses me,hard,almost desperate. His mouth tastes like wine and anger, and maybe underneath that, I'm starting to recognize it as fear. Fear that I don't believe him. Fear that he can't make me stay. He pulls back, breathing hard, his forehead against mine.
"Get in the pool," he says.
Huh?
I hold his gaze for a beat. Okay, I see what’s happening again. He wants to use me because he’s confessed too much, feels out of control, and the only thing he can control right now is me. I stand, pull the sundress over my head, and throw it at him before I dive in. He then strips and follows me into the pool.
The water is warm, glowing soft blue and gold from the underwater lights. He doesn’t speak, he just pulls me againsthim with one arm wrapped tightly around my waist as he swims us slowly toward the infinity edge.
The pool ends sharply, the dark ocean stretching out endlessly below us. The drop is right there, one wrong move and we could fall.
He turns me so my chest presses against the smooth edge, my upper body hanging over the void. The cool night air hits my wet skin as I grip the tile, heart pounding, the height dizzying and terrifying.
“Kairo …” I call out to him.
“Trust me,” he whispers as he pushes me over the edge further. My heart hammers in my chest as he presses against my back, hard and hot, his cock sliding between my thighs. “You feel that?” he murmurs against my ear, voice low and dark. “One slip and we both go over. But I won’t let you fall … I will never let us fall.”
He kicks my legs wider apart and pushes inside me in one deep, possessive thrust.
I gasp sharply, the stretch intense as he fills me completely. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts fucking me hard from behind, one arm locked around my waist to keep me from slipping, the other gripping my hair as he rails me right on the edge. Every brutal thrust pushes my chest further over the drop. The ocean is a black abyss below me, the fear of dying mixes with the pleasure he is giving me, making everything sharper, more overwhelming.
“Fuck, Kairo …” I moan, voice shaking.
He growls against my neck, hips snapping harder. “You wanted to push me tonight. Now you’re going to take what happens when you do.”
He fucks me like he’s punishing me and worshipping me at the same time, deep, vicious strokes that make the water splash violently around us. My tits hang over the edge, swaying withevery thrust. The adrenaline from the height makes my pussy clench tighter around him. He reaches around and rubs my clit in rough circles, never slowing his pace.
“Come for me,” he demands, teeth sinking into my shoulder. “Right here, hanging over the edge like the dirty little slut you are.”
I shatter.
