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When the waitress heads back to the bar, Brianna cups my chin with her hand and kisses me for all to see.

She deepens the kiss, like she’s marking her territory, and I let her. I want to show her off. I want to let everyone know that Scarlett Island’s princess is mine.

She breaks off the kiss and grabs her margarita.

“I rarely give up control so easily, but to be honest, that was sexy as fuck.”

Brianna nibbles on her bottom lip.

“Eat.” I demand. “Before I clear the table and feast on you.”

Her eyes widen at my brazen remark, but little does she know I’ll do it and accept any and all consequences.

Chapter Seventeen

BRIANNA

The gorgeous summer day, the heat from the sun, and the copious amount of alcohol mixed with finally feeling free again cause my emotions to heighten tenfold.

I don’t know what comes over me, whether it is my own genuine desires and wants or if it is jealousy from the waitress’s flirting, but I reach out to cup Xavier’s chin and turn his head to face me.

I push my tongue into his mouth, surprised when he lets me deepen the kiss. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted someone.

More than I’ve ever wanted Austin.

More than I wanted Xavier a few weeks ago, when he had me pushed up against the wall and his cock pressed into the fabric of my shorts.

When my breathing becomes ragged, I pull back and grab my margarita, hoping it calms my racing heart and surging hormones.

Xavier looks at me with his dark, lust-filled eyes. “I rarely give up control so easily, but to be honest, that was sexy as fuck.”

I nibble on my lower lip to stop myself from kissing him again.

“Eat. Before I clear the table and feast on you.” His demand causes my eyes to widen.

He’s not serious, is he? He wouldn’t be that bold. He wouldn’t let other people watch him…us…would he?

I turn back to my food, squeeze a wedge of lime over the first taco, and take a bite of the seafood tacos, letting out a moan as the different flavors melt on my tastebuds.

Fish, shrimp, and scallop bites are fried to perfection under a bed of coleslaw. The tiny squeeze of lime juice elevates the flavors.

“Mmm. This is so good.”

Xavier grunts in agreement.

As we finish our margaritas and tacos, dread fills my stomach. I want to stay here and enjoy the sun and festivities. I want to be free.

I turn my entire body to face Xavier. “I don’t want to go back to the safe house tonight.”

His gaze sears into mine. “We need to.”

My stomach tightens. I know we should, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be cooped up like a hostage, with only my thoughts to keep me occupied.

“Please. Just tonight.”

He doesn’t say anything. His facial expression doesn’t change. It stays neutral and unaffected.

I beg. “Please.”

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