Page 42 of Obsessed

I spin around and pretend to be interested in the scenery. "I don't love him, and he certainly doesn't love me. There are different kinds of love. You are a purported genius yet you know almost nothing about humaninteractions."

"I know far more than I realized, thanks to my Sweet Sin." I hear him lift his glass for a drink. "See that man down there, the one who hasn't taken his eyes off this wheelhouse since you climbed up here? He came here for you. Not for any police investigation. Not for a medal or a big story in the paper. He came here for one reason. To find you. The woman heloves."

I shake my head. "You have it verywrong."

"I don't think so. That's why I'll ask you again. What would you sacrifice forhim?"

I turn back around. He pulls off his sunglasses, apparently realizing everything he says and does is far more effective when his piercing blue eyes are drilling in tome.

"What do youmean?"

Kane drops his gaze to the swell of my breasts and down to my legs. "Lift your skirt for me, SweetSin."

"No."

"He can only see your back and he can't see down below your waist. Lift it or leave because the discussion isover."

I reach down and lift the dress up above my panties. The nectar in my blood races through me and straight to mypussy.

"Close your eyes," heorders.

I slowly let my lids drop, blotting out the sun and the sea and white frothy wake behind theboat.

Kane's voice is deep and husky. "Would you sacrifice yourfreedom?"

I don't answer and startle when he takes hold of my hand. He places it firmly between my legs. "Touch yourself, my sweet. I want towatch."

"Please,no."

"Guess that answers my question. You won't sacrifice much then. Makes my decisioneasier."

"No. I'll do what you want." I slide my fingers under my panties. As my fingers slip between the hot moist folds, Kane tugs the bodice of my dress down enough to expose mynipples.

"That's it. You know what I want to see. What I want to hear." His voice is nearly drowned out by the wind andsea.

I drop my head slightly back and stroke myself. I lose concentration for a second when Kane's mouth comes close to my ear. "Come for me, SweetSin."

I release a long low moan as I shudder with the sensations. I open my eyes and pull my hand free of mypanties.

Kane is staring at me. "Give up everything. Stay with me. Be my SweetSin."

"Why would you want me? Knowing how much I've deceived you? Knowing that I badly want to go back home. We're standing here on your yacht, which we reached by flying in your private plane. You look like you stepped off a magazine cover. The captain's hat works for you, by the way. Why would you want me when you can have anywoman?"

"I don't wantanywoman. I wantyou."

I think back to the suggestion Maddox made that Clark could be closing in on Kane. I would be free soonenough.

"All right fine. I'll do it. I'll stay and be your Sweet Sin until you can't stand me anymore. Then you can toss me away. If you let Maddox go, I'll stay withyou."

He nods. The thought of staying on with him sends a cold chill through me. Since seeing Maddox I can think of nothing else except getting out from under Kane'scontrol.

I head to thesteps.

"Only one problem with that," he says before I leave. "I can't trust you. Or did you forget that this whole thing started with you pretending to be a homeless girl? Unfortunately, you're a bad actress." He moves closer and presses his mouth to my ear. My eyes flit down to the deck. Maddox is staring up at us. "Just like a few seconds ago—when you pretended tocome."

I flinch at his words. He steps back. "I've memorized every physical reaction you have when you reach orgasm, every sound, every eyelash flutter, every parting of those fucking amazing lips. I even know exactly how your nipples tighten when you come. You were pretending. Again. It seems. So, no deal because I can't trustyou."

I stand there trying to mentally slow my pulse. "Do you really know?" I ask. "Or have I been faking it this whole fucking time just to get you to leave me the hell alone." I stomp back down the steps leaving him sufficiently speechless. For the first time, it feels as if I just outplayed the genius. If only it were true. If only I had been faking it all those times, then maybe I could feel just a touch less ashamed about how easily I succumbed to the madman'scharms.

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