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“Did you know?” I asked.

“No. Did you?” She asked.

“No one was more surprised about who you were than me.”

“Only slightly less surprising than me finding out you are my ex-fiancé’s father.”

“Ex?” I asked and stepped closer to her.

“We might not know each other very well, but I’m not one to sleep around. It was over with Ethan before I even met you. Don’t think for a second that I would cheat.”

My hand went and grasped her and pulled her to me. “I know you better than anyone ever has or ever will. When we made love last night, you became mine. If you happened to still be engaged to Ethan, that was only an unfortunate circumstance that would have been corrected. Ethan, knowing that it’s over makes things simpler for us all.”

“Simpler? How? You are my ex-fiancé’s father!” She stepped away from me and I let her. “It can’t get more complicated than that.”

“Nothing matters but what you and I feel. What you and I want.”

“Luke,” Natalie said and shook her head. She dropped her head down but not before I could see the tears in her eyes. My heart dropped as if I knew what she was going to say before she spoke. It was confirmed when she looked up at me and said, “This, us, is never going to be. I’m so sorry.”

She didn’t let me say anything but turned and ran away and back inside. I could do nothing more than watch her go.

Chapter 11

Natalie

The tears fell as I walked away from Luke. They kept falling as I made my way back to my cabin. It was the right thing to do; it was the only thing I could do, yet I hadn’t counted on it hurting so much.

I told myself he was a fling, a one-night stand. He should have been the perfect way to get over Ethan. He shouldn’t have come to mean so much to mean, not after only one night. I hadn’t allowed myself to believe him when he said he loved me and wanted to marry me. Now, I wished we could have found a way for that to happen.

Love had come so quickly and unexpectedly; I hadn’t realized it was there until it was gone. I fell onto the bed and curled myself into a ball. I cried for what I had, for what I lost, and what was never going to be. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get back to Florida but I knew I needed to go back as soon as we got to the Bahamas. Once we were on land, I could see about flying home and forgetting about any of the Miller men.

The thought of never seeing Luke again, of never seeing him smile at me, of never knowing the sound of his voice as he commanded me in bed, never knowing the feel of his lips as they pleasured my body, or the touch of his skin against mine had me crying all over again.

I don’t know how long I cried but suddenly there was a loud banging on my door. I sat up, thinking that something must have hit the door and wondered if we had come into some bad weather. When the banging came again, I realized it was someone knocking on the door. I figured it was Ethan, no one else knew I was there. I had no idea why he would need to be so insistent on seeing me, but if I didn’t go to see what it was, he would never leave.

Wiping my eyes dry and hoping my mascara wasn’t too smeared, I opened the door. I hardly had time to comprehend that Luke was standing outside my door before he pushed his way inside and slammed the door.

His eyes were dark and full of anger and passion. It scared me a little to see him this way. He looked unhinged and yet in total control. I should have told him to leave, I should have said he shouldn’t be there. I should have said he was scaring me. But none of that would have been true. Even with all the anger, I could see the passion, the love, and even the confusion.

All of that was confirmed when he said. “You are mine. No one else will have you. No one else will fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

He stalked towards me, and I took a step back. Not in fear but more in curiosity. I wanted to know what he wanted and what he was going to do to me. His hands were strong and firm as they grasped my face and pulled it to his. His tongue pushed up against mine, demanding entrance.

I gave into him gladly. He pushed his body up against mine and I could feel his cock hard and strong pressed up against me. My body was instantly wet and delirious for him. I kissed him back with as much passion and abandonment as he was. His hands were frantic as they moved from my face to my breasts, cupping them and teasing them over my dress. His hips rocked over me and my panties were soaked in seconds.

“Take off your underwear,” he demanded as he moved to my ear.

I did as he commanded. His hands were still on my breasts, his breath hot on my neck and ear, his tongue expertly sucked on my earlobe sending shivers of desire through my body.

“Luke,” I moaned.

“Do not talk until I tell you to,” he commanded.

I nodded my understanding but I was sure he didn’t need it. I was under his spell. I had been from the moment we met. Circumstances might have changed between us, but that hadn’t. It never would.

“You are mine. Only mine,” he moaned.

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