Page 84 of Royal Flush

She pressed her finger against my chest, giving me one more of her mischievous looks. “Now, that I can do. As long as the computer system isn’t too advanced. Why, oh, why did the car manufacturers not only design vehicles that most humans can’t work out, but the bastards also took away keys. I adore keys.”

“What’s your favorite car?”

“I have many. A GTO, a Trans Am, a Mustang. Little known fact. I stole a hot Camaro from an asshole at a bar.”

“You did not.”

“I certainly did,” she purred. “He deserved it too. He was lucky I didn’t take a bat to it. My father was so angry, he threatened to disown me. Of course that wasn’t the first time he’d done so.”

The shadow returned, a memory surfacing that she didn’t want. “How about when we return, I’ll buy you a fleet of whatever vehicles you want?”

It took her a few seconds to drift away from the fog. “You think you can buy me, huh?”

“Well, I certainly don’t mind trying if that will keep you obedient.” What the hell had she endured that she wasn’t mentioning?

“You are mean. Mean.” She pummeled her fists against my chest until I laughed but the feisty woman didn’t stop there, managing to wrap her legs around me and shoving me onto my back.

There was something incredible about the way she straddled me, dragging her hair back and forth. “Yes, I am a horrible man. I told you that at least five times.”

She pressed her knees into me with so much force I was shocked. The girl had muscles. “Tell me again.”

“Yep. A carnal predator with an intense appetite. I could easily devour you in one sitting.”

“Oh, you could, huh?” She lowered her head by a couple of inches.

“Oh, yeah.”

The slight awkwardness between us was quickly replaced with even more powerful vibrations of hunger. “Then do it. I need you inside of me.”

I pressed my fingers on the side of her face, uncertain it was the right thing to do. There was little I enjoyed more than dominating a woman, but I sensed a part of her was more fragile, the armor she’d worn for years coming undone in the second abduction attempt. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Because you don’t want me?” Jasmine pushed up from my chest. I didn’t need moonlight to feel her angry gaze. Her chest rose and fell from her labored breathing. Not from exertion but from more than a hint of anger.

“Want? Are you kidding me? I’ve been crazy with desire since the day I saw you in my casino. The need has only gotten stronger.”

Her breathing remained rattled but within seconds, she was the one who took control of the rush of passion. The way she kissed was as if her life depended on the connection we made together, the air we breathed. Every sound she made was more animalistic than human, and the way she was rocking her barely covered pussy was enough to drive a monk crazy.

Our combined scent was off the charts, the endorphins combined with my testosterone more than just combustible. I pitched her over in the sand, the sudden move breaking our connection.

Her laugh sparkled again with happiness and while I planted my hands on either side of her, taking back full control of her mouth, I had a feeling it would be short lived.

I swept my tongue inside, enjoying the hint of wine from her drink. I was so hard my balls were aching, in such need I couldn’t think straight. The kiss became manic, more so than before but we pitched and rolled several times. When she ripped at my clothes, my mind snapped. I adored the beach, having wild sex in a body of water amazing, but I refused to drive my cock into her with no blanket.

I had to draw the line somewhere.

The moment I backed away, able to jerk to my feet in one move, I had a feeling she was about ready to explode with her usual anger. Not that it bothered me but she’d awakened the beast and it was time for his dinner.

Before she had a chance to launch into me, I yanked her off the sand, tossing her over my shoulder with ease. I knew the unexpected move would shock her. Surprisingly, I was allowed to take several longs strides toward the villa before she reacted.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her demand was adorable.

“Owning you. It’s that plain and simple.”

“You can’t own a person.”

“Wanna make a bet?” I headed up the stairs two at a time.

She smacked her fists against my back, wiggling in my hold. Did she seriously think she was going to be able to get away from me? Maybe the bump on her head was more severe than I’d thought.

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