Page 223 of Sinful Desires
I followed her in and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. She leaned back into me, her hands resting over mine, another quiet sigh escaping her lips.
“Do you want it?”
She laughed under her breath, light and tired. “Sadly, it’s not for sale.”
“I’m sure I can make it happen,” I murmured, lips dragging along her neck, the scent of lavender lingering on my skin.
She let out a breath, low and amused.
“Keep feeding me lines like that and I’m gonna start abusing the power you give me, soldier.”
A dark, low chuckle clawed its way up my chest as my hand slid down her hips, fingers tightening just enough to make her press back against me.
She’d changed on the jet, trading that emerald gown for soft yoga pants and a long-sleeved hoodie that swallowed her whole. But nothing about her felt soft in that moment.
Not the way she’d arched against me.
“Go ahead, baby,” I muttered, mouth brushing her ear. “Use it. Abuse it. And I’ll take it all back on my knees between your legs, right before I remind you what that power costs.”
Her breath caught in her throat, a filthy little gasp that slid down my spine and wrapped around my cock.
My tongue dragged along her neck, before I sucked her skin hard enough to leave proof. Her pulse jumped under my mouth.
“Good to know,” she whispered, voice dripping filth. “Because I changed my mind, Théo. Begging’s my new favorite kink.”
“Good,” I growled, biting her throat. “Because I’ll have you begging until your last breath.”
I turned her face to mine, voice guttural. “You’re mine, Scarlett.Forever. I’ll fuck that truth so deeply inside you, it’ll bleed through your DNA.”
I grabbed her chin and kissed her.
She smiled against my lips. “I can’t wait.”
Three days later, the twenty-six-million-dollar property with three acres of land and a private beach was bought and transferred to her name.
I had been frugal these past fourteen years, not out of discipline, but because I hadn’t fucking deserved the kind of life my family had left behind.
I lived simply, quietly, like a man biding time.
But now, for the first time, I had a reason.
And I would spend every one of my billions without a second thought, just to see that smile again. The real one. The one where her nose tipped up and the rest of the world forgot to exist.
On our fifth night, she said she wanted to swim in the ocean.
I followed her down the beach and sat on the warm sand, the sun beginning to lower behind the cliffs, casting gold over her skin. She ran laughing into the sea, her red hair wild down her back, arms stretched as she dove and twirled through the waves.
When she came back, the white bikini clung to her skin, turned transparent by the salt and water, hundreds of droplets rolling down her body.
I tipped my head up.
“Hey,beauté.”
She blushed and reached for my hand.
“Come with me, Théo.”
My breath locked in my throat.
