Chapter 1

Mason Remington didn't seem to mind that he was destined to spend an eternity in hell; he was so ready if that meant he had to take his eyes off her. He couldn't seem to concentrate as soon as she walked in. And could you blame him?

The woman turned heads with her curves and radiance. She made the other women in the room look drab and unworthy when they stood next to her.

He couldn't believe Lisa Woods had come. Yeah, not that it was so strange, their families were close, but he’d always just thought such events didn't interest her. His company, Remington Atlantic, was celebrating the grand inauguration of yet another new hotel. Not that he wanted to boast or anything, but he was undeniably successful. With a snap of his finger, he could have anything and any woman he wanted. Well, almost every woman.

He couldn't have her. The one thing he craved for her more than anything else.

She was absolutely stunning standing there, giggling about God knows what to those people. Showing her perfect smile to people that weren't him. A smile meant for him alone. He wanted her so badly. He knew it, and his body knew it. She was all a man could ever want.

Young and fucking attractive. Having her by his side will make other failed men hang themselves because then he would definitely have it all.

Why did life have to be so cruel to him, allowing Lisa, the one woman he could not own, to grow up to be so beautiful?

He remembered how he had always disregarded her as she grew up, a child, innocent and naïve from the ways of men. And not to mention a forbidden fruit in his garden. His best friend's younger sister.

And as if things weren't bad enough, she was engaged to her long-term boyfriend, Ross or Ryan, or whatever name he was called, and he couldn't give two fucks.

The little girl he watched growing up wasn't so little anymore. She'd become somewhat of a burden for him whenever she was close. Her scent, eyes, freakishly cute smile, and entire body made him lose his senses.

He had to fight himself mentally to resist her powerful lure constantly. But he had had enough. This time he was done; he wouldn't fight it any longer. She was here tonight, and his best friend, Chris, was nowhere around, probably on an escapade of his own; as well as her boyfriend, which only more than confirmed to him that the time was right, and it was time to make his move.

He stared at her intently, waiting for the group she was talking with to disperse, and as if she could sense his eyes on her, her eyes shot up and connected with his. His cheeks were heated, but he did not attempt to look away.

He downed the glass of wine he held and excused himself politely from the group he was conversing with. He walked through the crowd to where she was standing, smiling beautifully. And couldn't help but wonder how he would have bailed if he had known she was coming tonight. He would have had his secretary or one of his managers represent him; at least, that would mean him staying home and not having to put his dick through this misery.

Something about her gaze made it so damn difficult for him to breathe, think, or even function properly.

Still, on his way to her, a waiter stopped and gave her champagne, and she smiled again in response elegantly, revealing her perfectly aligned teeth, all together in her mouth and perfectly puckered lips. Oh, the plans he had for that mouth, he thought.

She was in a killer dress that hugged her in the right places, matched with the perfect shoes that screamed 'please fuck-me' and a hairstyle that practically begged him to tug it down. Her neck drew attention to her perfect peeking breast that begged for a man's lips. His lips alone.

Everything about this woman was sexy, and he had plans for her, but first, he would make sure she was entirely his. But how? Was he actually thinking of showing her that side of him? She would think he was insane, and Chris would murder him if he knew what he would do to his sister.

Things you definitely shouldn’t do to your best friend's little sister.

He'd endured a long enough time feeling like the worst sort of criminal for lusting after his best friend's baby sister. But she'd turned twenty-two this year, and it had marked a huge difference in how he viewed her. He was thirty-four, and even though he knew she was still far too young for what he expected from her, he no longer had the patience to wait.

She was an obsession, and he was willing to finally take the risk to taste the forbidden fruit. He was going to have her. All that was left was for her to know it.

When he finally got to her, he flashed a sheepish look and threw his coat around her, which he had taken off earlier on his way to her; he wasn't going to let anybody else see what he considered his. Her body was far too exposed, the off-the-shoulder backless dress drew attention to her breasts, and he wondered how the hell the dress stayed on in the first place.

The men looked and stared like he had been all night, with predator gazes. Grabbing her wrist, he walked her out of the hall to a tinted glass door leading to the beautifully decorated balcony.

“Why in God's name did you drag me outside like this?” she muttered, prying her wrist from his grasp when they were away from the crowd.

Before she could say anything else, he hauled her forward, so she landed against his hard chest. Her mouth at that instant flew open in surprise, and a small sigh escaped. Her lips were dangerously close to his.

She could feel his strong arms wrapped around her slender body, and she could feel his breath. He knew he had to lose the struggle, the battle that had been going on inside him for all these years, and his jaw was tight and bulging as if he was holding himself back between his intellect and his irrational yearning for her.

She put her hands on his chest, ostensibly pushing him away, but he slammed his mouth down on hers, hard, passionate, and demanding. And oh, how she loved it. He could tell because she melted totally in submission to him.

As he swirled his tongue around hers, his tongue pushed inward, hot and seductive. He devoured her, possessed her with just a kiss. In that instance, he knew she was owned completely by him. He wanted every other man she'd ever kissed to fade into obscurity.

She became numb to his heat, touch, and sinful mouth. He was going to make sure he was everything she could have possibly dreamed of and more. His teeth grazed over her lips, and he softly nipped at the fullness, just enough to make it sting and tell her who was in charge. His movements were gentle, with a sensual lap of his tongue and a soft kiss over the bow of her mouth. He drew away from her and stepped back slowly.

“Fuck! I have wanted to do that for the longest time,” he said in a raspy voice.