Page 52 of A Mutually Beneficial Proposal

Owen

I haveno idea where Ella went, but I can’t sleep until I find her. I left the nightclub—much to Jack’s dismay—and searched the beach, but she wasn’t anywhere outside that I could see. I don’t know what happened to make her run, but I need to find out.

I didn’t expect Jack to try to interfere, but Ella handled him perfectly once again. I thought everything was going to be fine once we got up on that stage, but clearly, I missed something important.

After walking around for an hour, I head back inside the hotel. I hear shouts from the bar and ignore them until I hear the words “take it off” being chanted. I don’t know why, but they give me instant dread.

I turn back around and go into the bar area. I find Ella dancing on the wooden counter to some pop song. Her hands are gripping the bottom of her tank top, bringing it up and down. She’s only showing off her stomach, but that’s too much for me to handle.

Without thinking, I push through the growing crowd of men and grab Ella’s legs. She doesn’t see me coming and falls over my shoulder with an audible umph.

“Let me down,” she screeches.

“Yeah, bro. Put the beautiful woman down,” another man says, grabbing my arm.

I swirl around, careful to make sure I don’t smack Ella’s head on anything or anyone. “This is my fiancée. Now, get out of my way.”

I haven’t had to play the fake fiancé part much, and I’m happy to use it now. The other men hold their hands up and back away.

“I’m not yours,” Ella gargles, dangling upside down.

“This sweet ass is mine until you leave this island, Ella. You don’t get to shake it for those men in there without punishment.”

I hear her sharp intake of breath, and she says nothing else. I make it to the elevator and don’t bother to put her down when I scan my card and select the floor.

She wiggles over my shoulder. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re right, Ella.”

“Why are you so mad, then?”

I make an odd noise. I don’t really know how to answer her. I’m not mad. I’m frustrated. It’s not Ella’s fault that I let myself care for her and that the connection I’m trying desperately to hold on to only grew while we were up on the stage together.

“I’m not mad, Ella. I just don’t like to share. We had a deal. You are mine until this vacation is over. Unless you’re backing out of our deal, I’m taking you back to our room to remind you what it means to be mine.”

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

“Yes, I’ll be doing that as well,” I reply smugly.

The doors open to our floor, and I keep her propped over my shoulder until we’re inside the room. She wiggles above me, and I bring her forward, catching her when she loses balance before placing her on her feet. She’s wearing shorts, and they need to come off immediately.

I press her against the door and yank on the buttons. She stares at me with wild eyes and licks her lips. “Are you going to fuck me against this door again?”

“Is that what you want?” I ask, and she nods. “Then, that’s what you’ll get.”

I get her undressed and pull my pants down far enough that I can get a condom on. The seconds it takes to sheathe my cock has Ella panting in my arms.

She might be drunk, but she still knows what she wants, and that’s me. Me fucking her until she can’t remember her own name. Not anybody else on this damned island. The truth of that thought returns some of my calm.

I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m not gentle with her when I press her over my dick. Her slick heat tightens around me, and I thrust in and out until her head pushes against the wooden door.

My right hand moves up her side, over her tits, and stops just under her chin. I wrap my fingers around her throat. The action gets her attention, but my touch is soft.

“I don’t share, Ella,” I remind her before driving into her again.

She nods. “I wasn’t going to let them touch me.”

“Only me, Ella.”

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