by Ella Miles
She pushes her boobs up and flips her hair. “Those bitches aren’t any competition.”
Liesel leans into me, nuzzling my neck, before she lets her tongue circle the rim of my ear.
My body heats, but nothing more. My cock doesn’t even flinch. I’m on a mission, and nothing this woman does will affect me.
But it does Milo.
As if he has an alarm out that goes off whenever a hot woman does anything around him, he locks eyes on us.
Well, Liesel to be exact.
I thumb her bare neck, showing him what he could have but doesn’t.
Milo shakes off both women, excusing them with just a word.
“Damn, you’re good.”
Her eyes don’t leave mine. “I know.”
Milo walks over to us. “Mr. Black, I’m so happy you could attend.” He holds his hand, and I shake it, immediately noticing his high school class ring on his pinky as I expected.
I nod, “This yacht is something else.”
He smirks. “It would be since you built it.”
“I did.”
Milo turns his attention to Liesel who is still clinging to me like she wants to fuck me in the bathroom.
“And who is your date, Black?” Milo asks.
I wait; Liesel isn’t the type of woman who waits for a man to introduce her.
“I’m Liesel Dunn; it’s a pleasure to meet you, Milo Wallace,” she says before licking her bottom lip. Her breasts seem to have gotten bigger in the moment since Milo walked over as she presses them up in her dress.
They shake hands, but Milo’s hand lingers in Liesel’s. His eyes drop to her chest, looking in an obvious way.
“My eyes are up here, Milo,” Liesel says, catching him staring.
Milo doesn’t apologize, he just peers into her eyes, as lost in them as he was in her breasts. This will be too easy.
“The yacht leaves in twenty minutes, as soon as all the guests arrive. There will be drinking, dancing, fireworks. The whole bit. Save me a dance, Liesel.”
“I’m not sure I can be torn away from Black here,” she twirls her hand into the base of my hair.
But Milo is no longer watching her displays of affection; he's looking at Liesel like she’s a piece of meat he wants to devour. Being on my arm makes no difference to him. A man like him is used to getting what he wants. He’s rich and good looking enough to usually get his way.
But then he’s looking past her and his eyes heat even more.
I turn in the direction of his gaze.
Holy fuck.
Kai.
She’s on the yacht.
How the fuck?
I notice her body first. How could I not?
She’s in a blue-green dress. The same color as the sea and her eyes. Every other woman here is wearing black, silver, or red—not Kai. The color she chose stands out above the rest.
It should make her look childish because the color isn’t usually associated with being womanly. But it doesn’t.
It makes her look like the ocean itself. It fits her snugly, like it was made to drape over her skin. Accenting her flat stomach, perky breasts, and curvy ass.
A slit rides high up her thigh, and although the dress shows her cleavage, she’s not showing as much as Liesel. But it doesn’t fucking matter.
Because she looks so goddamn beautiful.
She swept her hair up and wears an innocent amount of makeup in contrast to every other woman here.
It’s like she took the perfect woman and did the opposite but somehow came out looking even hotter because she’s so different.
I finally catch the look on her face, and it ends me.
She’s biting her damn lip and tucks a loose curl behind her ear. Her eyes cut side to side as if danger is all around her. I can feel her heart racing from here.
Her eyes are bulging, allowing the blue from them to pop even more.
She’s terrified to be on this yacht, but she’s doing it anyway. And that makes her even sexier.
Every man is staring at her, much in the same way they did Liesel when we first arrived. But this is different. She came alone, so the sharks will start circling faster. And her big doe-eyes showing her innocence make men respond in a way they never will to a woman like Liesel.
Men know Liesel is experienced. She’ll be fire in bed.
Men know Kai has never been touched. And they want to teach her everything.
They don’t know I’ve already had her. She’s as strong as ice but way more inviting. She’d be the best they ever had.
Kai finally spots me. And her timid gaze turns to frigid in a second when she sees Liesel all over me.
I wince. She’ll make me pay for that later, I’m sure. Or worse, she will never let me touch her again for bringing a beautiful woman here to do exactly what she’s planning on doing—seducing Milo.
She doesn’t hold my gaze long. Because she’s locked in on her target—Milo.
And he’s already smitten.
Fuck.
My only hope now is that Milo thinks stealing a woman from a powerful man like me is more entertaining than the angel that looks like she was born from the sea. Because if not, I’m fucked. If Kai gets so much as a moment alone with him, she will steal his ring with ease. And I’ll be down one to nothing.
23
Kai
I see red when I see Enzo with that woman.
Of course, he would bring the hottest fucking woman to this party. And of course, she would be all over him. I would be all over him if I could.
She’s not his prisoner.
She has nothing to lose by being with him.
While every time I let him fuck me, I lose more of myself—especially my pride.
I was terrified when I had the Uber drop me off in front of the yacht. For one, I didn’t think I would be let aboard. But the security guard didn’t even ask for my name to check against his list. He took one look at me and practically escorted me personally aboard. He let me know Mr. Wallace would love to see me in the VIP room as soon as we set sail.
And then I stepped onto the yacht, and everything came back.
The rocking of the boat.
The beatings, whippings, blood.
The pain, agony, and fear.
The women’s screaming.
All of it.
I might have pushed it away when Enzo fucked me, but it all came pouring back in at the first opportunity.
But when I spotted Enzo, it all disappeared again, at least for a moment. Because all I felt was fire.
I force my eyes away, needing a moment without the pain of seeing him with another woman.
Enzo isn’t mine. I shouldn’t care, but I do.
The man my eyes land on are those of my target—Milo Wallace.
My lips part looking at the man who drips sex, much in the same way Enzo does.
This man is older though, by at least five years. But he carries himself with Enzo’s same cocky attitude.
And his desire shines when he looks at me.
He wants me.
That was easy.
I let my eyes drop in a bashful way, knowing I look out of place and my only hope of drawing him over is to play innocent.
It works.
I see the shine of his shoes stop in front of me.
“I’m Milo Wallace. And you are fucking gorgeous.”
My eyes slowly drift up to meet his.
I blush.
“I’m Kai Miller.”
He holds out his hand as I knew he would. I don’t let myself hesitate. I put my hand in his, swallowing down the pain at his touch.
I thought maybe a handsome man like Milo might be able to get through my defenses like Enzo does, but it’s not Enzo’s hotness that gets through. It’s his caring, charming way he protects me even when he wants to hurt me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Miller,” he says holding my hand tightly as he leans down and kisses the top of it. “You are by far the most beautiful
woman on my ship.”
“Just your yacht? I figured you would call me the most beautiful woman in the world if you are going to feed me a line so cheesy,” I say, trying to keep my confidence up as my hand burns with his touch.
I force the smile to stay on my lips and the twinkle in my eyes to remain, despite wanting to get off this boat as quickly as possible.
My words only intensify his desire. I can see it in his eyes, and the bulge in his pants.
Jesus, what am I getting myself into? This man is going to want to fuck me and who knows how many other women. I won’t be able to spread my legs if it comes down to it. And as soon as we leave the dock, I’m screwed. I won’t have a choice to leave if he wants me. That’s why men like him prefer the water to land. On the water, everyone is forced to play by his rules.
“I will have to work on my charm if I’m to be worthy of a woman like you.”
I let my eyes smoke trying to show desire instead of fear.
“Excuse me, Mr. Wallace. We need you to approve we are ready to set sail and confirm all guests are on board,” a man in a uniform says to Milo.
“Of course,” Milo looks at me. “But I can already tell you the only guest that matters has just arrived.” He winks at me.
He slowly releases my hand, and I can breathe again.
“I have business to attend to, unfortunately. I’ll only be gone a few minutes.” He turns to his staff member. “Ensure Miss Miller has a drink and whatever else she wants and that she finds her way to the VIP room.”
“Yes, Mr. Wallace.”
Milo walks away, and the staff member remains staring at me. “What can I get you to drink, Miss Miller?”
I consider for a second. The woman on Enzo’s arm is drinking champagne and looks sexy as hell. If I were smart, I’d drink the same. It’s a light drink I will be able to tolerate without getting too drunk. It’s a girly drink I would be expected to drink. But it’s not what I want. I used to be able to keep up drinking with the best of men. Six years going without a drink have made me unable to tolerate liquor, but tonight I’m afraid I’m going to need the strength of alcohol to get me through this.
“Scotch. Get me your best scotch.”
The staff member disappears to get what I demanded.
“I wasn’t sure you were going to make it,” Enzo says startling me.
How he can sneak up on me so easily drives me mad.
I turn to him with a large smile on my face.
“Doubting my abilities already? Not smart on your part,” I answer.
Enzo doesn’t hide his desire from me when he stares at me with large eyes even though his date is still hanging all over him.
“I would never doubt you.”
“Good.”
We both stare. Neither of us backing down.
“Introduce me, Enzo.”
Enzo frowns at his date’s comment, but I don’t know why. I want to be introduced to the bitch.
“Liesel, this is Kai,” Enzo says.
I smile when he introduces me as Kai instead of Katherine.
I hold out my hand, wanting to grip this woman’s hand.
She takes it, and then her eyes grow big when she spots the ring. I moved the ring from my left hand to the right so Milo wouldn’t know I am fake married. And I’m going by Kai Miller instead of Katherine Black, so hopefully, the news of our fake marriage hasn’t spread to Milo yet. I don’t know how much he knows Enzo. But as far as I know, Enzo hasn’t spread news of our marriage to anyone. And I’ve only told a handful of people at Surrender.
She throws my hand down and stares at Enzo. “You didn’t.”
Enzo takes a second to see what Liesel was staring at. “We aren’t legally married or married in any real way. I thought a fake marriage might be necessary for the men to accept her authority at Surrender, but I’m not sure it’s the best idea anymore. We had pictures taken and everything to announce our rushed wedding, but I haven’t released them yet. The only person who knows about our fake marriage is dead. So we have time to decide how to handle it.”
Liesel shakes her head, not caring about any of his words. “I fucking know you aren’t married you asshole. That’s not what I’m mad about.”
“Then what?”
“You gave her your mother’s ring.”
My eyes widen. How does she know that? This woman isn’t just a fling he brought here to make Milo jealous. This woman knows a lot. She didn’t seem surprised to see me or ask too many questions. She now knows about our fake marriage Enzo might not even be sharing with the world. And she knows about his mother’s ring.
“I did. She needed a security policy in case something happens.”
Liesel drops her fascade and crosses her arms glaring at him. “She doesn’t deserve your protection. And she sure as hell doesn’t deserve your ring.”
“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt,” the staff member from before says.
He holds out my scotch. “Here is your drink, Miss Miller.”
“Thank you,” I say taking it and realizing I need it more than I realized.
“Mr. Wallace has requested all of your presence in his VIP room. When you are ready, I can escort you.”
I take a deep breath as the yacht starts moving. It’s so slow it shouldn’t affect me, but it does. My stomach immediately churns, threatening to throw up. I try downing the scotch in my hand, but once the liquid is in my belly I realize it won’t help. My stomach keeps churning with the gentle rocking of the ship.
“If you could show me to the restroom first, I would appreciate it; then I’ll be ready to go to the VIP room,” I answer.
“Of course, right this way Miss Miller.”
I hand him my empty glass and follow, forgetting all about Liesel and Enzo.
He leads me to a private section of the boat, then opens the door to the restroom.
“I’ll get you another drink,” he says with a small smile. “You can head through that door if I haven’t returned by the time you are finished.” He nods in the direction of a door at the end of the hallway.
I wince, trying to keep myself together.
“Thank you,” I mumble and duck inside. I slam the door shut and lean against it just before I fall apart.
The panic attack has me in full swing. My body trembles against the door, my stomach heaves, and I know I’m seconds away from throwing up everything inside, my body twisting in torture.
I feel the ice cold shiver in my spine pulling me to shut down. Shut it all down. It’s the only way to save myself.
A tear falls down my cheek. I’m stronger than this. I have to be. If I shut down, there is no guarantee I will be able to leave this bathroom. I’ll fail without even really trying.
I can’t.
My breathing is fast and uncontrollable, but even so, I can’t get enough air in my lungs. My head is pounding. And then my stomach wretches.
I run to the toilet and vomit.
Everything comes up until my stomach has emptied.
I hear a knock on the door.
Shit. The staff member. Why didn’t I get his name?
“I’m fine,” I shout, hoping that’s enough to get him to leave.
And then I vomit again. I grip the toilet, hating that even though I’m wearing one of the most beautiful dresses, I’m sick.
Please don’t let me get anything on the dress.
The door opens, and my panic rises to a new level.
No one can see me like this.
And then I see the dark eyes of a man who’s seen me come numerous times now. A man I’m far too intimate with. A man I’m pissed at.
“Just leave. You win. I won’t be able to leave this bathroom until we stop moving,” I say.
Enzo shuts the door behind him.
“I’m not winning like this.”
I sigh. But then I can’t think because I’m dry heaving over the toilet.
When my stomach seems to stop, Enzo holds out his hand, and I take it until I’m standing
up.
“Here,” he says holding out his own scotch to me.
I take it and swig a few sips back to wash my mouth of the taste of vomit. Then I move to the sink to wash my face.
My stomach is empty, but I still feel like a wreck.
“Go,” I try again. “Steal the ring. You win.”
“No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m not here to gloat.”
“Then, why are you here?”
His eyes heat. “To fuck you in that dress.”
Everything stops when he says that. And then I finally come to my senses and laugh. “I think your date might get a little jealous.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want my date; I want you.”
I chuckle quietly. “I just vomited, my face is flushed, I’m ice cold and shivering. In a few minutes, I won’t even realize what is happening anymore because I’ll have shut everything out. You don’t want me.”
Enzo grabs my hips and forces me in front of him at the mirror.
“Look at yourself. I don’t see a woman who just vomited out of weakness. I see fierce eyes, determined not to shut down. I see warm cheeks and a strong exterior. I seek a kick-ass woman who faced her fears, walked onto this yacht, and captured the attention of every man on the boat, including Milo. And more importantly, me.”
I shake my head. “Stop trying to make me feel better.”
He presses my ass to his front, and I feel how hard his cock is.
“Does this feel like a man who isn’t turned on by you?”
He’s hard as steel.
“I’m sure Liesel helped you along.”
He growls and pulls me harder against him. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. You are fucking incredible. Liesel was all over me, and I didn’t want her. You stood and batted your eyes across the room, and I’ve been hard and aching ever since.”
I breathe out shallow breaths. Wetness pours into my panties. And my heart stops.
“Now, help a man out and fuck me.”
I gasp.
“Fuck me, Kai. I need to fuck you. I can’t go all night watching you with Milo and not having you first. I want my cum dripping from your pussy every time you smile at him. I want you sore from my cock every time you move a muscle to flirt with him. I want you thinking of me every time you talk to him. Now, fuck me.”