But I can’t get totally lost in O’Brien, the cries, groans, and grunts constantly clawing at my attention.
“Focus only on me,” he orders, his voice low and deep. My lips part to reply but his teeth sinking into my earlobe rips a whimper from me instead, then he growls, “Not a fucking sound.”
Shit, that’s going to be hard.
A girl lets out an agonizing scream, and my eyes dart to the side, but before I can focus on her, O’Brien grabs my jaw and forces my face back to him. “Eyes on me!”
The dominance pouring off him soaks through my skin, right through to the marrow in my bones. I can’t find any will to disobey, my very being submitting to him.
Satisfaction bleeds over his face making him look like a predator, a savage beast that’s a second away from ripping me apart.
And I’d let him tear into me and enjoy every second.
This side of O’Brien, all dominant and unforgiving, is the hottest turn-on I’ve ever seen, casting me under his spell where none of the depravity swirling around me can touch me.
I’m his and his alone.
Chapter 18
O'Brien
I turned off my conscience because it’s the only way to save her.
Keeping JJ alive is my only goal. I don’t care what happens around us. I just care about her, my lifeline, my everything. She has to survive no matter what I have to do to ensure it.
I’ll kill, rape, and fucking tear every living soul on this yacht apart to save the woman I love.
As if the monster created in that cabin wasn’t enough, watching JJ submit to me feeds it.
I rub my thumb over her parted lips, soaking up her quick breaths before dipping into the heat of her mouth. “Suck.” On command, her lips close around me, her tongue lashes before she fucking sucks. “Good girl.”
I watch as her eyes dilate from the praise, the corner of my mouth lifting in a satisfied smirk. Pulling my thumb from her mouth, I trail it down her chin, her throat, and around her racing pulse. Her exquisite features tighten with need, and she looks at me as if I’m her God.
Even though I’m entranced by JJ, I’m aware of where every fucking person is, especially Rama.
Taking hold of JJ’s hand, I press her palm to my bare chest, right over my thundering heart. Her eyes widen, and when I see the questions forming, I grab her wet strands with my other hand, wrapping them around my fist and yanking back so her neck is exposed to me. JJ gasps. And I silence her with a growl before latching onto her pulse. My tongue feeds on the fluttering beat before I sink my teeth into her skin.
Her fingers curl on my chest, her nails digging at me as if she’s trying to claw her way into my heart, not aware she already fills every inch of it.
And it feels so fucking good.
The music’s turned up, and lights begin to flash, the party getting into full swing.
Letting go of JJ’s hair, I grab hold of her hips and yank her closer to me so she’s spread as wide as she can go. I move my mouth back to her ear, demanding, “Beg me to make you come.”
“Please,” she whimpers, the sound fucking hot.
“More.”
Her hands find the sides of my neck, her touch sensual and so fucking intoxicating. “Please make me come.”
“Sir,” I growl the instruction.
“Please make me come, sir,” she repeats without hesitation or shame.
Shoving the flimsy piece of fabric out of my way, I push my middle finger as deep as I can inside her, relishing in how fucking soaked she is for me, how fucking tight.
“Christ, my woman likes it dirty,” I say with satisfaction as I pull out and circle her clit once. “So fucking good.” Thrusting two fingers into her, I start fingering her hard, wanting to see if she’ll disobey my command to not make a sound.
And she doesn’t.
Instead, she buries her face against my neck and sinks her teeth into my skin. I become impossibly hard, wanting nothing more than to sink deep inside her and lose myself. I feel the trembles rocketing through her body right before she clamps down on my fingers.
“I didn’t say you can come,” I chastise her, and as punishment, I yank my hand away, cutting her orgasm short.
JJ grabs hold of my biceps, moving her forehead to my shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir,” she breathes shakily, the words better than any music I’ve ever heard.
As a reward for her obedience, I press my thumb to her clit then start to rub the fuck out of her. It only takes seconds before her body arches into mine, and I wish she wasn’t wearing the fucking shirt so I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.
Her breathing speeds up, and needing to see her face as she orgasms more than my next breath, I grab hold of her jaw and force her to look at me. Her eyes are clouded over, her lashes half-lowered, her skin flushed, and her lips parted.
“So fucking beautiful,” I say with reverence just before she comes hard, her features becoming angelic.
Achingly breathtaking.
Fuck my conscience. Fuck my principles. I’ll sacrifice my soul to see her orgasm again.
When JJ starts coming down from her pleasure, I make sure she’s covered up before I take a step back. Sucking in a deep breath of air, I glance at Rama, who’s watching me with a smirk.
Fucker.
I take hold of JJ’s hips, lift her off the bar counter, and grabbing her hand, I interlock our fingers tightly. She sticks to my side as I reach behind the counter for a bottle of water. Walking toward the stairs, John comes up to us with a huge fucking smile on his face.
“Smile. It’s a party, not a funeral,” he exclaims.
I force the corner of my mouth up then keep walking, dragging JJ down the stairs. I find a quieter spot and force her to sit down on one of the leather couches. Taking a seat next to her, I open the bottle of water, then throw my head back, taking huge gulps.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I hold the bottle out to JJ. After she takes it from me, I lean back and close my eyes.
She’s alive.
She’s alive.
She’s alive.
It’s the only thing that matters.
I hear the bottle hit the floor as JJ sets it down, and a moment later, she curls against my side. Wrapping my arms around her, I press my mouth to her drying hair. “Try to sleep,” I whisper.
Her cheek brushes over my skin, and she snuggles closer. Reaching for her ass, I pull her on top of me, so she’s straddling my lap, then press my hand to the back of her head, guiding her to lie against my chest. “Sleep, baby. I’ll watch over you.”
JJ wraps her arms around my neck, and burying her face against my skin, she lets out a deep breath. I press a kiss to her temple, my eyes lifting to the upper deck where the party is still in full swing.
She’s alive.
Rama comes to stand by a railing, and resting his forearms on the chrome, he looks down at us.
Christ, I wish a sniper would take him out right now. I want to fucking bathe in his blood, flowing like a fucking waterfall down on me.
My arms tighten protectively around JJ, and I keep his stare until he finally pulls back, returning to the party.
JJ
I wake up to the gentle lapping of waves and burrow closer to the heat.
Slowly the previous day’s events trickle back. At first, it’s a jumbled mess of flashes of me packing to join the team. I remember the front door shuddering open and four men flooding the tiny apartment. I remember putting up a fight, which was useless. Then nothing.