Oh my God, what am I doing?The tall, dark, sexy beast with tattoos crawling up his arms stares at me. His deep, espresso eyes peer right down into the very depths of me, just like when he first walked in the door. He looks angry. Some sick, twisted part of me likes it. My cheeks flush and I have to tear my eyes away from him, focusing my attention on the lounge chair in front of me.I perch on the edge of the seat, trying to maintain some sort of composure. I’m pretty sure I’m failing. Can he see me trembling? Does he know I’m out of breath just thinking about his eyes on me right now?I have no idea what to do next. This is as far as my plan went. Get in my swimsuit that I haven’t worn in a year, strut out to the pool, and...what? Pray he can’t resist me? Why am I even doing this?But I already know. Shame burns through me, settling deep in my gut. I don’t know why I’m like this. It seems the only way anyone pays attention to me is when I’m doing something annoying or inappropriate.
Without another word, I get up and shove past a smug Miriam, sprinting upstairs to my room.As soon as the door closes, I fling myself on my bed and bury my face in my pillow. I silently sob, hating myself for making everything worse. I’m broken. A brat. Rotten, just like everyone says I am.Gathering my wits about me, I sit up and dig through my closet to find a change of clothes. My hands shake with how upset I still am, but I take a few deep breaths to try and get myself under control.Ten minutes later, I shuffle down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a pink blouse. My dad and Finn are already at the table while Miriam is mixing herself a cocktail in the kitchen.“Where’s your contact?” she hisses under her breath. “We don’t want to make our guest uncomfortable.”I grit my teeth and glare at her. My dad had a custom contact made for my blue eye so it matches my green one. Miriam insisted. She said my eyes were unsettling, and I guess my dad agreed. That doesn’t mean I have to wear
Zarina left an hour and a half ago, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about her every single minute.Darren filled me in on the last few years of his life over dinner, then we reminisced over our college days during dessert. The whole time, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about my interaction with Zarina.I saw her frustration, her raw vulnerability, and even her fear when Miriam and her dad yelled at her. She was being stubborn, yes, even obstinate, but they were pushing her into a corner. I can’t explain it, but I fucking felt the moment her fight or flight response was triggered. She was caged in and didn’t know how to escape.I watched her tense up and shake with anger and something else, something painful and buried way down deep. Her fingers flexed where she was gripping the stack of plates and I somehow knew exactly what she was thinking. Everything about the beautiful, broken butterfly called out to me in that moment. She needed help, and fuck if I wouldn’t be th
I hop in the luxury vehicle and open up a map of the area on my phone, searching for nearby streets that start with M. Dammit, Darren. There are five M streets within walking distance.Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I turn the car on and adjust the seat to fit my six-foot-four-inch frame. It’s been a while since I’ve driven in the US, but I’ve driven in dozens of other countries. The only real difference is which side of the road you can drive on.Fifteen minutes later, I'm on the third street, Martin avenue. The rain picked up almost as soon as I pulled out of the driveway, causing my heart rate to spike. The need to get to Zarina and make sure she's safe is riding me hard. I have no real reason to think she's in danger, but I still don't like the fact that she's been waiting for a ride for over an hour.I almost don’t see the woman walking along the sidewalk with her arms wrapped around herself. She’s shivering, and the closer I get, I recognize her as Zarina. I slow down and pull
We drive the rest of the way in silence, though I can feel her eyes on me every now and then. What does she see? Is she thinking the same depraved thoughts as I am? But no, that’s not possible. Zarina may put on a strong front, but I don’t think she’s very experienced. How could she be? She’s so damn young. Too young.That should be like a bucket of ice on my balls, but it’s not. In fact, my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans, nearly making me groan.Finally, the house comes into view. Thank God. I don’t know how to act around her or why my mind and body respond to her the way they do.I pull into the garage and turn off the car. “Stay,” I command before hopping out and dashing to the passenger side to open her door. Zarina beat me to it. She even gives me a little smirk, like she enjoyed disobeying me. The brat.She leans down and grabs something out of the car. I don’t know how I didn’t notice her huge backpack before. I guess I was too busy undressing her with my eyes and
I stare at the Portugal travel book I got last month, trying for the tenth time this hour to concentrate. I end up rereading the same paragraph five times and then give up, slamming the book shut.It’s been three days of Finn taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I’m afraid he’ll see the effect he has on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense brown eyes lock on mine.I can’t stop thinking about our car ride on Monday night or the way he tucked me into his side when we stepped into the house. I felt every one of his defined muscles pressed up against me, the heat of his skin branding mine.But that’s not all.More than his sexy, sculpted body, fierce eyes, and well-kept, rugged beard, it’s him. It’s the questions he asked me that night, the way he not only listened to me but demanded my answers. When’s the last time someone was desperate to know anything
He leans down, all six and a half feet of him bowing toward me, crowding me, making it impossible to breathe. His lips barely graze my ear, making me gasp and tremble. “What are you hiding from me, minha borboleta?”Oh Lord, what did he just call me? And more importantly, did he just speak Portuguese?Before I get the chance to answer, he pulls out the travel book I hastily shoved into my backpack.“Hey!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seat and trying to grab it from his hand. Of course, I’m not even close to reaching, since he’s holding it above his head. “Give it back, jerk! That’s mine!”Finn spins away from me with an almost boyish grin on his face. I haven’t seen that look on him before. It softens his harsh features and makes him seem almost playful. It’s such a contrast to the otherwise stoic, intense man I’ve been obsessing over for days.“Are you studying up on my home country, Zarina?”“What?” I had no idea he was from Portugal, but it makes sense with his accent. It’s not qu
When Finn reaches out for my hand, a warmth spreads throughout my body and I can't help the shy smile tugging at my lips. I want to be his good girl. I'm not used to getting attention by obeying, but every time I follow his command, I'm rewarded with a compliment or a smile. I wonder what other ways he could reward me.Stop! I try to tell my brain to get it together, but it’s no use. Not when Finn slips his hand in mine and leads me over to the window.I squint at first, the bright sunlight hitting my eyes with overwhelming intensity.“Are you okay, minha borboleta?”“Um yeah. I’m a little light sensitive,” I mumble. “A fun side effect of heterochromia.”“Heterochromia,” Finn repeats, almost as if he’s savoring this information about me. “Your eyes?” I nod. He hums and reaches around me, closing the sheer curtain just enough to diffuse the light. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Is this better?”I stare at him for a second, wondering once again if this is some kind of joke. My dad has never
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but it’s especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, I’m almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.“I love you, too. Thank you.”“For what?”Zarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For...everything. I...I don’t know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we haven’t known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,” she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.“I feel you, too,” I murmur against her lips.“Did...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.“It’s beautiful,” Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.“You’re beautiful,” I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. “Now let’s get inside before I lose my mind.”I drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, that’s all I’ve wanted to do. I won’t rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see it’s a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrow’s date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We haven’t known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. It’s been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father won’t even look at me. He’s hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarina’s dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.“Hey!” she shrieks and then giggles. “Be careful! I don’t want you ruining another dress of mine.”I kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.“I’m yours, Daddy,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once we’re packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything she’s asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until I’m cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th