The orgasm takes over her tiny form as I battle back my own.
As she twitches and moans, her free hand comes up and flings outward, then, in the periphery of my vision, comes closer in a blink.
The sting of the slap blinds me. Not in fury, but in a surge of emotion so unfamiliar, I nearly wail with a pleasure and lust so deep, I can’t breathe.
We’re frozen for a moment. Her in pleasure, me in shock.
And guilt.
What. The. Fuck?
It’s an emotion I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before, but I recognize it somehow. And I know it’s because I just put my fingers inside her. Not because we’re related. Not even because she isn’t aware of that fact. But because she means something to me. Because I need to give her things, not take.
“What do you want, Larissa?” The words grind out from between my teeth, and I swear if she answersthe moon and sun and stars,I’ll figure out a way. They’ll be hers before the day is out.
She narrows her eyes. Not anger, more like… curiosity. Like she can’t believe I’m asking.
“I want to go. I want to leave here.”
My heart wrenches in my chest. “I can’t…Youcan’t. I cannot give you that, Larissa.” I hate myself. Fucking hate myself. I can’t do it because she’smine. She stays. Even if she hates me for it, I will not send her away. “But… I’ll do the next best thing.”
I sit back, shoulders square, reminding myself of my job.
"Go put on the white slip-on shoes that you’ll find in your closet. Pull up your dress and meet me at the front entrance in five minutes."
I push back from the table, and she stares at me for several seconds before slipping off the chair, pulling the dress up, then running from the room.
Her little feet slap on the marble as I brace my hands on the table, dropping my head. My dick is in such deep, throbbing pain, I want to unzip and adjust, but I don't trust myself to touch it, because with her around, I’ll never put it away again.
My heart is slamming against my ribs as I bring my finger to my lips and suck on her flavor.
Fuck.Fuck.
Chapter 4
Sebastian
All the years I’ve been here, I’ve never walked this beach with anyone next to me. I have walked, and the girls were either ahead of me so I could watch them, or behind so they could follow.
But never next to me.
But I'm hyperaware of her movements. The sound of her breathing, that sweet musky scent from her orgasm mixing with the ocean air as we wander down the beach.
"It's beautiful," she whispers.
"It is." My throat is tight. "Also deadly."
We move forward, toward the shoreline, and the realization that she’s cracking open the walls around me is growing clearer and clearer.
"Are there—are there other people here?"
"Maria. Security. A few others who maintain things." I pause. "For the most part, it's just us."
"How long will I stay?"
"As long as it takes." I stop and turn to face her. The sun behind her creates a seductive dark glow around her hair. Blood rushes through my ears, my balls like ten-pound stones between my legs.
She blinks at the sky. "As long as what—"
