Page 50 of The Arrogant's Surrender

Who were you, son of a bitch, and how could you drag an innocent woman and her children into this mess?

Looking down, I see Brooklyn walking with the twins and her stepmother around the pool.

She smiles, and the little ones laugh too. Soraya waves her little hands, clearly very expressive.

I’ll protect them,I promise myself.

No one will harm them. Not as long as I’m breathing on this damn planet.

I head down the stairs, debating whether I should tell her about the conversation we just had. But in the end, I decide not to.

I still don’t know anything concrete, and she’s already been shaken enough by the discussion we had on the way here.

I’ll let her have a peaceful weekend. Brooklyn is far too young for the amount of crap she’s already endured.

I can worry on my own. When the time comes, I’ll tell her everything. But for now, I’ll do what we both want: forget the rest of the world and focus on the pleasure we can give each other.

Athanasios

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“Beautiful?”I ask, stepping closer to her from behind as she leans on the yacht’s railing.

Brooklyn nods, still facing away from me. “I’ve always loved the sea, but I’ve never been here before. We used to go to the beach in New Jersey with Eleanor.”

I place an arm on either side of her body, careful not to let our skin touch—yet. “Did you live there your whole life?”

“I can’t think straight with you whispering in my ear.” She turns to face me, and barefoot, dressed only in shorts and a sweater, Brooklyn is stunning—delicate, like a doll.

I went into the water earlier to play with the babies because they’re endlessly entertaining. But when she stepped out of the house wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a bikini, I silently congratulated myself for already being in the pool—otherwise, I might have embarrassed myself in front of everyone.

Brooklyn has a body of soft, balanced curves. Slim but with wide hips that make me crave grabbing her and lifting her by her ass so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

Her breasts are full, and from what her bikini revealed earlier, her nipples are large.

Desire swept through me like molten lava, and it’s that same desire that makes me want to take her to one of the yacht’s bedrooms right now and devour her completely.

“I don’t make you nervous. It’s lust. We ignite that in each other.”

I focus on her face—it’s safer to concentrate on her angelic beauty than on how badly I want to fuck her.

Her wide blue eyes stare at me, and I know it’s not fear I see in them—it’s desire.

Her naturally red lips are parted, and her cheeks have a rosy hue that, I’m sure, has nothing to do with the sun she caught earlier.

Brooklyn is aroused. There’s no doubt in my mind that if I slipped my fingers between her legs, I’d find her wet for me.

She should run, move away—because the hunger she stirs in me is almost frightening—but instead, she stands there, holding my gaze. Maybe she doesn’t even realize what she’s silently asking for.

Brooklyn unravels me like no other woman ever has, and I wonder if that’s the right quality for a wife of convenience. Someone with whom I’d build a family and enjoy great sex.

Nothing involving love, but maybe passion would be acceptable.

“Am I wrong?”

She lowers her gaze and shakes her head.

That’s not how I want her—I want the wild girl I can see just beneath the surface.

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