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“Perfect skin, completely unblemished. For now. Soon, you’ll be marked as mine.”
Marked. I knew his statement had nothing to do with wearing strap marks from my punishment. Another thrill pushed through me. What was I thinking? To be branded by any man was insane, especially a monster such as Alexei. Yet as he brought the belt down a few more times, the strap hitting me in my sit spot, a colorful explosion of images pushed into my mind, lurid thoughts taking over.
Would he tattoo his name on my neck, my shoulder? Would he brand me with an iron? Or would he have my nipples pierced, a chain left for him to grab and use as he fucked me? My God. What the hell was I thinking? I closed my eyes, trying to accept my punishment as he brought the belt down twice more. Then he cracked three across the tops of my thighs and I threw my head back and screamed, the sound shifting past my soaked panties.
Even as the pain turned into anguish, my pussy clenched and released several times, juice trickling down both legs. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes as the spanking continued, one strike leading to several more.
Then I sensed he’d tossed the belt aside. The crush of his body against mine, the way he intertwined his fingers with mine added a sense of relief. His sudden tender actions also created another wave of desire.
“I think you learned your lesson,” Alexei whispered as he kissed my shoulder before nuzzling against my neck.
When he ripped the panties from my mouth, I took a series of deep breaths. The weight of his massive body crushing mine allowed wave after wave of tingles to dance all the way to my toes, his heated kisses keeping the fire stoked. He pressed his lips against my neck, brushing them up and down as he crowded even closer.
I found myself leaning against his massive body, marveling in the explosive reaction, the constant beating of my heart. He had a way of digging past my defenses, releasing the woman inside that made everything complicated.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice little more than a deep, lust-infused growl.
“Mmm… Yes.”
“Then we should go to dinner.”
As the ocean air continued to filter into my system, I pushed against the stone, shaking my head. “There’s a little store about a mile from here. They sell the most amazing baguettes. The bread is freshly baked several times a day, selling them for only a dollar, and there’s no need for butter or any other condiment. You just rip off a piece, enjoying it with a fabulous French cheese and a bottle of Margaux. They even have chocolate truffles to die for.” I laughed when he didn’t say anything. “I know. You can afford anything in the world. I don’t know. I was thinking we could have a picnic.”
A picnic? Are you insane? Why did the man make me so damn nervous?
I could tell he was taken aback by my suggestion. If I had to guess, I’d say he’d never allowed himself to indulge in something so pedestrian, used to the finer things in life. “Okay, maybe a stupid idea.”
“Not stupid at all. In fact, I love the sound of it. However, you will remain in this room,” he instructed then kissed my cheek. “Do not attempt to leave.”
“What are you afraid of, that I’ll finally be able to get away?”
He remained quiet as he broke the connection, finally running his fingers from my neck all the way down my spine. “No. I simply don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”
“Then you need to do me a favor.”
“A favor, huh? I didn’t know you are under the belief you are in a position to make a deal.” He dared to cup both my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The immediate anguish was quickly erased, replaced with warmth between my legs, a quiver tumbling down the back of my legs.
“You’re far too overdressed. We are in the islands.”
“Ah, I guess you’re right. I’ll see what I can do.”
While he made no additional sounds as he walked away, I could tell he’d retreated to the room. I remained where I was, drinking in the atmosphere until I heard the slight click of the hotel room door. Only then did I return to the room, holding my arms as I stared down at my ruined dress. Then I headed to the bathroom, turning on the light over the sink. As I stared at the woman peering back at me, all I could do was sigh.
“What the hell are you doing?” There was no decent answer, at least not one that I could tolerate. Allowing this to happen once was bad enough, even if I had a decent excuse. Permitting a second time with full knowledge of his identity was insane. The entire experience reminded me of dating angst in my youth, pining away over some boy until it was impossible to sleep. I’d given up on finding the perfect man a hell of a long time ago. Maybe that’s how I’d allowed myself to be lured into an almost platonic relationship with Gregory. Knowing the man, it was likely he had it all planned out, running for a political office with a trophy wife on his arm.
God, I was sick inside thinking about how close I’d come to accepting Gregory as my future.
Here I was thinking about a man who boiled my blood, creating a sinful rush of tingles, yet he was the last person I should even consider dating. But this wasn’t dating. This was nothing more than fucking. I continued to glare at my reflection, no longer recognizing the woman in the mirror. At least for a day or two I could pretend I was someone else.
I’d seen the outline of his weapon in his jacket, which meant he certainly didn’t have it in his carryon. Who was I kidding? The Kozlov family was loaded. Alexei likely took a private jet. What kind of business had he been attending to? The man I’d seen with him was equally as dangerous if not more so. I’d caught his single heated gaze with hooded eyes, the way he’d scrutinized me, sizing me up. Maybe they were planning some drug deal.
I really was losing my mind.
After finding another dress, I debated wearing panties, holding them in my hand for a few seconds before shoving them into my suitcase. I had a feeling they’d just be ripped off, leaving me scrambling to find a store before I left. The thought was wicked, far too delicious.
And ridiculous.
I returned to the patio, leaning over the wall and staring out at the ocean. Then I shifted my gaze toward the hammock. Maybe it was time to shove aside my worries and relax. After all, I was in the French Caribbean. Still barefoot, I walked outside, heading for the hammock. The water called to me, and I couldn’t help heading for the soft sand. The moment I dug my toes into the wetness, I heard a sound, nothing overt but enough to put me on edge.
