Page 107 of Obsessed Heir

The sharp click of the lock sliding into place drives home the fact I’m trapped in here with him.

“Like I said,” he snaps in that deep, rough tone that sends a shiver through me for all the wrong reasons. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

The simple declaration sends a streak of awareness through me. Barron is already yanking the dark T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside as he closes the distance between us.

My instincts scream for me to turn and run. Only there’s nowhere to go in this room except for the balcony, and I’m just not that desperate. The best I can manage is to retreat a few shaky steps.

I swallow hard, unnerved by this intense, darker side of him before. Worse yet, I’m not sure how to feel about my reaction to him.

“Barron?” The tremor of uncertainty in my own voice rings through.

“And there’s no way in hell she’s using those pictures,” he states with finality, anger in every chiseled feature.

“What?” I blink, caught off guard at the abrupt change of subject.

“The pictures Holly took next door,” he bites out in a clipped tone.

“Oh.” A deep sting of humiliation cuts through me. Of course they wouldn’t use those photographs of me for their promotional material. I was foolish to think they’d be up to par for their luxury brand. The people who can afford this cruise are used to supermodels like Bronwyn O’Neal.

But deep down inside, I didn’t think the photographs would be as bad as Barron finds them.

“I don’t know what the fuck she was thinking.” He rips at the belt on my robe, the same way he just ripped my heart. “Wanting to put them where every fucker out there…”

He pauses, his gaze raking over me with a spark of arousal, scorching me as he moves down my body.

I’m naked under the robe, my skin still damp from the hot shower. I put an arm across my breasts to cover myself. Shaking, I stumble, losing my footing on whatever is on the floor behind me.

Barron’s hand shoots out to grip my arm, hauling me against him. The solid wall of his bare chest against mine is enough to have my breath stall in my lungs.

“Can see what’s mine,” he finishes in a voice made gravelly with desire.

His words register, sending a dizzying rush of arousal through me a split second before his mouth crashes down against mine.

Where every fucker out there can see what’s mine.Barron’s heated words reverberate in my mind and in my heart.What’s mine.

I throw my arms around his strong shoulders, straining up on my tiptoes to press my body against him. My senses narrow until all I can process is that I’m surrounded by Barron. His scent. His skin. The stubble brushing my chin. The unmistakable ridge of his cock rubbing against my belly.

It’s not enough. He’s pushing a hand between us, ripping at the fastening on his jeans then pushing them down. His hands cup my bottom, his fingers digging into the sensitive spot where he spanked me earlier. A shudder of raw need races through me.

I hardly have a moment to savor the sensation before he’s lifting me effortlessly. My legs instinctively go around his hips as he impales me with a devastatingly powerful thrust.

Everything happens so fast I swear I see a spark behind my eyelids. I’m slick, wet, ready for him…but the piercing sting of my body stretching to accommodate him makes me arch, my nails sinking into the muscles at his back as I cling to him.

“Fuuuck!” Barron’s guttural roar is unrecognizable.

I look down to find us on the couch, with me straddling him. His head is thrown back, eyes pressed shut, jaw clenched, and the cords at his neck sticking out.

My God, he’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

Slowly, he lowers his chin. My breath catches at the blazing intensity of his eyes. His brows are drawn together in a fierce scowl, giving him a furious expression.

“Move, damn it,” he demands harshly.

Only I can’t. I don’t have the leverage to move, and even if I did, I’m not sure I could manage it. My brain is stuck at the fact I’m sitting astride him, my body feeling full.

“I…” Only that fragment makes it past my lips. Everything has stopped functioning as it should. I can barely shake my head from side to side to make him understand.

With a low growl, Barron grabs my waist, flipping us until I’m spread out beneath him.

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