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“C’mon, Dr. Eaton might assume you’re incapable of coping. First the expulsion, next the abusive relationship?”
I freeze. My expulsion? My absences? Is my entire life on display for this rich prick?
“Heh, I was holding that card.” When Camdyn laughs, I come back to reality. He’s tossing me onto a circular-shaped lounger on the glossy, black superyacht. My teeth rattle from the force.
Corking his sexy mouth, he says, “This is the part where you say, ‘Feck me, Cam.’ ”
I glare at his eyes. While parts of him are vicious and arresting, the way his smooth, alluring strawberry blond hair blows in the misty wind begs to be caressed.
I edge out, “How’d you know?”
“I’m your loving, supportive boyfriend, Lolo.”
“Let me go.” I start to rise, and he presses the center of my chest, pushing me back onto the turquoise lounger.
Camdyn climbs on top of me. “Looked suspect, Lo. I like Lolo, but the ex, called you Lolo, so I’m gonna take it upon myself to rechristen . . . Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me—ever. They’re beautiful, but I will pluck them out of your pretty, little head and lick them. Got that?”
“Kiss my . . . kiss . . .” Eh, maybe that’s too far.
His massive chest vibrates in a laugh. “Scared to finish that statement? The feck happened to my Lo, huh?”
My hand jets toward Camdyn, but he’s ten times faster.
“Mr. MacKenzie,” a steely voice calls out.
We both glance over. Camdyn grips my wrists, holding them over my head. He speaks to a guy in a captain’s hat. “Debark.”
“What of the other guests?” The captain inquires.
“Screw them.” Camdyn’s expression immediately cools. “You work for me.”
The captain bows his head. “As you wish.”
Once he strolls toward the rear of the yacht, Camdyn paws my hips. A low groan emits from deep inside him. Red hot lust blazes across my soul. I wonder how amazing it would feel to have him rocking over my body.
“You didn’t beg for help?” Camdyn peers down at me like a token in a toybox he plans to dissect.
Shit.
His index finger draws down the center of my throat. His hand sweeps around to clutch the swell of my breast, thumb flicking over my pert nipple.
“How many questions have I asked you, Lo?”
“Stop.”
With a devilish smile, sharper than a knife’s edge, Camdyn asks, “Stop fucking with you or fecking with you?”
Ohhhh, please don’t stop. “No questions.” I reach up. My palms feel tiny against the center of Camdyn’s chest. When I give a bit of pressure, a dark shadow descends around us, and the pit of my stomach bottoms out. While my body’s reaction to Camdyn MacKenzie is incomprehensible, I’ve learned that he detests being rejected.
My fist slams against his rib, and the wicked effect I subconsciously begged for occurs. His hands loop around my throat. “You’re pissing me off, Willow. Last warning. Who’s Doctor Eaton?”
