“You better tell the man that you’re married.” I jerk my head to the right to see Victor standing there in his suit. His eyes are trained on me.
“This is a beach. Not a boardroom,” I say tartly as I try to get my racing heart under control. He found me. How in the hell did he find me? And dear God does he look good.
I didn't even travel using my real ID. I stole my sister’s passport. Completely illegal but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. More so when you’re running from the likes of a Wolf. The Wolf men are not to be messed with. The family name carries a ton of weight. Victor’s being the heaviest. I’m guessing Victor didn't use the most legal of ways to find me either.
“Married?” Nick asks. My glare goes over to Victor. My eyes catch the sight of a ring on his finger. I snap my head away so he can’t see my reaction. Is he really wearing a freaking ring?
“Yes, married,” Victor barks at the poor guy. I don’t have to look to know he’s sending him running back toward the hotel.
“I’m not married.” I pull my sunglasses down from on top of my head to shield my eyes. I watch as Victor takes off his suit jacket. He drops it right over me.
“You’re naked.”
I grab the coat, tossing it into the sand. I’m sure it cost thousands if it is anything like my own boss’.
“Clear it.”
I lean up to see who the hell he’s talking to. Behind us I see Jackson, in his normal all black getup with a couple other men and one woman. They are all dressed the same. They nod at his order, breaking off to do as he commands.
“You don’t own the beach,” I remind him as he rolls up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, showing off his tattoos. My eyes trace over them. I think he knows I’m curious about them. He is always baiting me. My fingers itch to reach out and trace one.
“I can own this beach if I want to.” He sits down next to me. I try to ignore him but it’s impossible. I find myself already leaning toward him. This is why I left the city. He has this weird power over me. I let out a small scream of surprise when he grabs me.
He lifts me up, setting me into his lap. I don’t fight him. My body melts into his. I’ll just have to get away later. There is no running when he is this close. My body won't let me. My mouth might.
3
Victor
I fight a smile as her little body sinks into mine. Her body is the one thing that has never tried to get away from me. It craves me as much as I do her. It is the other parts of her that I am still trying to win over.
She lets herself get inside her head too much. I notice when I give her too much wiggle room she slips away. It’s better when I’m close. It’s a lesson I’ve quickly learned. I won't give her a chance to slip away again. You’d think being married to her would have sealed that deal, but not with my little wife. It’s going to take a lot more to tame her.
“I don’t recall signing a prenup. Wouldn't that mean I’d own this beach, too?” She tilts her chin up in defiance.
“Consider it a wedding present from your husband.” My lips twitch, unable to help the smirk. She glares at me, her dark eyes meeting mine. Those eyes tell me all I need to know. She can throw all those smartass comments at me, but her eyes tell me the truth.
“Oh. So was a prenup another thing you tricked me into signing?”
“No. There is no prenup,” I reassure her. I don’t know what she’s doing. Maybe trying to anger me? To get me to tell her how I managed to get us married? I could get her to do almost anything when I touch her.
A few touches and she forgets what she’s doing. I think it’s why she doesn't care much for me. Losing control isn't something my wife enjoys. But I’m going to show her how good it can be. With me it will be nothing but pleasure. She can let all those walls down for once in her life and let someone else take the reins. She may think she doesn't want me to, but I know her better than she’ll admit.
My hand drifts to the ties on the side of her bikini. There isn't much to it. She looks sexy as fuck in it, but she is for my eyes only. I’m going to have to track that Nick asshole down later and carve his fucking eyes out.
“It doesn't matter. I’m getting this annulled.” This time it’s her that smirks. I’m sure she is working hard at that.
“I’ll never agree to an annulment or divorce. Don’t waste your time. Wife is a title you’ll be keeping.”
“I’m not your wife.”
My fingers dig into her lush hips. I pull her deeper into me. “You are and always will be my wife.” I lean forward. She doesn't turn away as my mouth brushes against hers. “I’ll kill anyone else that tries to have you,” I vow.
She sucks in a breath. Her pupils dilate. She calls me an asshole but I know it turns her on. I am one. I only give her that side of me when she wants it. And right now, I can tell she’s asking for it.
“I just want my annulment.”
I pull back. Her mouth parts. Her tongue peeks out, licking her lips. She wants a kiss.
“You’re not getting one. Ask for something else.” I’d give her almost anything in this world. But what she’s asking for is the one thing I would not.
“You tricked me.”
“I’ll lie.”
“I have no doubt.” I shrug, not giving a shit. I’ve done worse things. “You have no grounds for an annulment.”
She smirks. “We didn't consummate our marriage.”
She has me on that one. My hard cock jerks inside my slacks, begging me to consummate our marriage right here and now on the beach, not caring who sees. But I won't do that because I care. Lucky for me I don’t think with my dick.
“No proof of that either.” I pull on the string of her bikini. I regret it instantly. I look around to make sure no one is watching. That the beach has been cleared. It looks like Jackson is making up for his earlier slip. I don’t see a soul in sight.
“I’m a virgin. I can prove that. Try again.”
I flip her over. She lets out a small adorable scream of surprise as I pin her to the cabana day bed.
“You’re playing with fire.” I lean down, my tongue taking a long lick of her sun-kissed skin. She’s as sweet as I imagined she’d be.
“What are you doing?” Her voice comes out breathy. Her fingers dig into my shirt as she lifts her hips, her pussy trying to find the friction it needs against me.
I give her neck a small bite, unable to help myself. She lets out a moan, her body jerking under mine. I kiss the spot.
“You want me to fix that for you? Make you feel good?” I ask her.
Her mouth parts more as her hips rise again. It takes everything in me to do it but I rise with her so she can’t find what she’s looking for. No, I’m not going to give it to her. She isn’t finding it on her own. When she submits, then I’ll give her all the pleasure she can handle, but until then, we wait.
“Victor.” She whimpers my name.
“Ask me to make you come and I will.”
“Make me come.” She barely gets the words out of her mouth and I’m on her. My mouth covers hers in a deep kiss. My tongue pushes into her mouth, demanding entrance. She opens for me as I take her. Her fingers dig into my hair. Her little moans leave her mouth, making their way into mine.