Sebastian turned her around and covered his mouth with hers. His kiss crushed her lips. Ashley pressed her hands against his chest, determined to push him away. He ignored her attempts as he settled her against the door.
Excitement burned through her. She shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t encourage it. Yet she did want it, had waited for this moment. Ashley wanted to feel his hands shake with barely restrained emotion. She wanted the last of his control to snap and show exactly what was going through his mind.
Sebastian shoved her lace panties down her hips before he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he yanked her dress up her thighs. As he deepened the kiss, Ashley tore at his shirt, wanting to strip it from his body.
Sebastian groaned against her swollen lips. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
She wished she could. She wished she didn’t come alive under his touch or that she was always waiting, yearning, for his kiss. Ashley bucked her hips, silently demanding more.
Sebastian whispered something in Spanish as he shucked his trousers off. She couldn’t tell if it was a prayer or a curse. She clung to his shoulders, yielding to his fierce kisses, unable to deny him anything. Desire and anger coiled deep in her belly, hot and tight. It was a potent combination. A dangerous mix.
Ashley tensed when she felt the crown of his penis pressing against her. She hated herself for wanting this. Hated that she made it so easy for him. She tilted her hips as he drove into her welcoming heat.
She turned her head and moaned as he filled her. Ashley held on to Sebastian tightly as he thrust deep. His rhythm was ferocious and wild. She couldn’t get enough. The sounds of their uneven breaths and the creaking door were harsh to her ears. The scent of hot, aroused male electrified the air. She clutched to his fine cotton shirt as she rocked her hips against him.
“Walk away and you’ll never feel like this again,” he declared gruffly as he burrowed his head against the base of her throat. His teeth nipped her skin as if he was leaving his brand.
Ashley knew he was right. Only Sebastian had this power over her. The sexual hunger clawed inside her. It was unbearable, pressing against her, demanding to break free.
“You will always be mine.”
Ashley’s sobs caught in her throat as the violent climax ripped through her. She sagged against him as he continued to thrust. She couldn’t fight the truth anymore. When he discarded her and moved on to another woman, she would still long for his touch.
She surrendered to the knowledge that she would always be his.
* * *
Sebastian woke up to the sound of his cell phone. He reached for the bedside table, his hands fumbling, but he couldn’t find it. Blinking his eyes open, he immediately noticed two things: it was daylight and Ashley wasn’t curled against him.
The silence in the hotel suite indicated that he was alone. Ashley was probably sulking. Angry that he’d proved his claim on her once and for all. He rolled out of bed and stalked naked to where he had shed his clothes the night before. He grabbed his cell phone from the pile of clothes and saw that his assistant was calling him.
“What is it?” he asked abruptly.
“I just found out that Ashley left Jamaica.”
He hunched his shoulders as the news slammed against him. He’d made his claim and it had scared her off. She’d waited until he’d fallen asleep before she’d sneaked out of his bed. “How?” His voice was raspy and low.
“I heard a rumor,” his assistant said nervously. “I don’t have verification at the moment.”
Sebastian closed his eyes as he got a bad feeling. He knew Ashley was angry with him, but she wouldn’t betray him. Not like this. “Where is she?”
“With Oscar Salazar,” his assistant whispered. “She’s on his private plane back to Miami.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
T HE SUN STREAKED across the morning sky as Ashley saw a glimpse of Inez Key. The wind
Excitement burned through her. She shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t encourage it. Yet she did want it, had waited for this moment. Ashley wanted to feel his hands shake with barely restrained emotion. She wanted the last of his control to snap and show exactly what was going through his mind.
Sebastian shoved her lace panties down her hips before he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he yanked her dress up her thighs. As he deepened the kiss, Ashley tore at his shirt, wanting to strip it from his body.
Sebastian groaned against her swollen lips. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
She wished she could. She wished she didn’t come alive under his touch or that she was always waiting, yearning, for his kiss. Ashley bucked her hips, silently demanding more.
Sebastian whispered something in Spanish as he shucked his trousers off. She couldn’t tell if it was a prayer or a curse. She clung to his shoulders, yielding to his fierce kisses, unable to deny him anything. Desire and anger coiled deep in her belly, hot and tight. It was a potent combination. A dangerous mix.
Ashley tensed when she felt the crown of his penis pressing against her. She hated herself for wanting this. Hated that she made it so easy for him. She tilted her hips as he drove into her welcoming heat.
She turned her head and moaned as he filled her. Ashley held on to Sebastian tightly as he thrust deep. His rhythm was ferocious and wild. She couldn’t get enough. The sounds of their uneven breaths and the creaking door were harsh to her ears. The scent of hot, aroused male electrified the air. She clutched to his fine cotton shirt as she rocked her hips against him.
“Walk away and you’ll never feel like this again,” he declared gruffly as he burrowed his head against the base of her throat. His teeth nipped her skin as if he was leaving his brand.
Ashley knew he was right. Only Sebastian had this power over her. The sexual hunger clawed inside her. It was unbearable, pressing against her, demanding to break free.
“You will always be mine.”
Ashley’s sobs caught in her throat as the violent climax ripped through her. She sagged against him as he continued to thrust. She couldn’t fight the truth anymore. When he discarded her and moved on to another woman, she would still long for his touch.
She surrendered to the knowledge that she would always be his.
* * *
Sebastian woke up to the sound of his cell phone. He reached for the bedside table, his hands fumbling, but he couldn’t find it. Blinking his eyes open, he immediately noticed two things: it was daylight and Ashley wasn’t curled against him.
The silence in the hotel suite indicated that he was alone. Ashley was probably sulking. Angry that he’d proved his claim on her once and for all. He rolled out of bed and stalked naked to where he had shed his clothes the night before. He grabbed his cell phone from the pile of clothes and saw that his assistant was calling him.
“What is it?” he asked abruptly.
“I just found out that Ashley left Jamaica.”
He hunched his shoulders as the news slammed against him. He’d made his claim and it had scared her off. She’d waited until he’d fallen asleep before she’d sneaked out of his bed. “How?” His voice was raspy and low.
“I heard a rumor,” his assistant said nervously. “I don’t have verification at the moment.”
Sebastian closed his eyes as he got a bad feeling. He knew Ashley was angry with him, but she wouldn’t betray him. Not like this. “Where is she?”
“With Oscar Salazar,” his assistant whispered. “She’s on his private plane back to Miami.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
T HE SUN STREAKED across the morning sky as Ashley saw a glimpse of Inez Key. The wind
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