In the distance, she hears a vague knocking, but she ignores it. The knocking gets louder, and then she hears voices. She freezes under Waylen and tries to push him away.
“Mr. Clifford, you can’t come in,” Robert’s voice says.
“Like hell, I can’t,” Andrew says. “I can’t find my fiancee, and I suspect she’s in here.”
“Why would your fiancee be here?” Robert asks. “This is a big ship. She could be anywhere. If you’d like, I can send some of our men to help you look.”
“Oh shut up and get out of my way,” Andrew snarls. “If you don’t move right now, I’ll shoot you.”
“No one is allowed in here without Mr. Bamford’s permission,” Robert says calmly. “If you insist on coming in, you’ll have to do it over my dead body.”
Leilani balls her hands into fists and pounds against Waylen’s chest. All the air seems to have left the room, and she feels like she can’t breathe. If Andrew catches her with Waylen, Charles is as good as dead. Waylen’s eyes fill with sly cunning; he presses his finger to his lips and winks at her.
He stands up, lifting her with him. She wraps her legs around his waist to keep from falling and stares at him in horror. Slowly, he walks toward the bedroom, nibbling her earlobe as he goes. Then he throws her on the bed and climbs on top of her. His eyes are filled with desire, and his erection pressed against the towel.
“Since you seem to like cheating on your fiancé, I’m happy to help,” he says.
“You’re crazy,” Leilani hisses.
She turns her head and bites his upper arm, tasting his damp skin. He groans, but he doesn’t pull away. She bites harder until he gasps with pain.
“Do you want it rough?” he asks her.
Before she can answer, he kisses her neck. He brushes his lips down to her collarbone and gently nibbles on the skin. He trails kiss up to her jaw, sucking lightly. She m.o.a.ns and squirms against him, feeling desire build between her legs.
“I haven’t left any marks yet, but if you don’t cooperate, I might,” he says. “Do you think Andrew will like seeing hickeys on his fiancé?”
“Wait, no, don’t touch me,” Leilani says. “We can’t. Andrew is just outside the door—he’ll hear us.”
Loud voices shout and argue outside the door. Leilani recognizes one of them as Robert’s and the other as Andrew’s. The voices get louder and louder until it sounds like they’re in the same room. Leilani trembles and looks at Waylen nervously. Images of the bloody doctor flash through her mind, and she wonders if Andrew will shoot Robert too—he certainly sounds angry enough to do it.
“So tell me, why do you carry the recording pen with you?” Waylen asks.
“Nanny needs to hear your voice,” Leilani says. “The doctor said it might help her wake from her coma. I never know when I’ll get the chance to visit her, so I like to be prepared.”
“Is it really so hard to tell me the truth?” Waylen asks.
He slides his warm hand into her pants and strokes the front of her underwear. She knows she should pull away, but she lifts her h.i.p.s and presses herself against his hand. He smirks and takes his hand out of her pants and slips it under her shirt. He slides his fingers along her spine and unhooks her bra with a quick flick of his wrist.
“Waylen, get your hands off me,” she says, hating how breathy her voice sounds.
He smirks, unbuttons her top, and slowly slides her bra straps off her shoulders. He cups her b.r.e.a.s.ts in his hands and traced circles around her n.i.p.p.l.es. She bites her lip to keep from m.o.a.ning—Andrew is still arguing with Robert outside the room.
“You want me,” Waylen says.
“No, I don’t,” Leilani lies. “Get off me.”
He slides a hand down her pants and runs his index finger along the front of her underwear again. She gasps and writhes under him, and he laughs low in his throat. He reaches for the nightstand and grabs a silk tie. Before she understands what he’s doing, he’s tied her hands to the headboard.
“You can’t wait for me to f.u.c.k you,” he whispers against her ear.
“Waylen, you asshole,” she says.
“Your body and your words are saying different things,” he says, pressing his lips to her neck. “I choose to listen to your body.”
“F.u.c.k off!” she hisses.
She kicks her legs, trying to push him away, but he dodges her. He uses his knee to spread her legs, and he tugs her pants down, tracing small circles on the front of her underwear. She can feel her desire growing, but she tries to fight it. Suddenly, Waylen takes his hand away, and a small m.o.a.n of protest escapes her lips.
“Have a little patience, Leilani,” he whispers.
He unties the towel from his h.i.p.s, balls it up, and throws it across the room. She turns her head to the side, but she can’t help seeing his powerful erection. The voices on the other side of the door get louder, and the door opens a crack.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Robert shouts. “I told you, you can’t go in!”
“Waylen, please untie me,” she whispers. “Don’t force me to do this?”
Waylen raises his eyebrows and asks, “Am I really forcing you? A moment ago, you seemed very eager.”
“Just stop this game,” she says. “I know you have another woman. If your desire is strong, call her back here. I’m sure she can satisfy you.”
“She’s nothing to me,” Waylen says. “She doesn’t even deserve my touch.”
“Waylen, I don’t care what you do with her,” Leilani lies. “Just let me go—we’re finished, okay? I’m going to marry Andrew soon, remember?”
Waylen’s face contorted with rage, and his smile gets dangerously cold. He reaches for her hands and squeezes her injured fingers between his. Her eyes water with pain, but she tries to stay calm. He squeezes harder, and a hot tear falls onto her cheek.
“Ah, yes, your marriage,” Waylen says, his voice low and sarcastic. “Do you want me to congratulate you? Or perhaps you want me to give you a wedding gift—how about this?”
He grabs her neck and pulls her head toward him. His lips crash violently against hers, and he forces her mouth open with his tongue. He kisses her until they’re both panting for breath, and then he pulls her underwear off and thrusts into her.
She screams and arches her back with surprise. He clamps his hand over her mouth, and she remembers that Andrew is just outside the door. She can still hear him screaming at Robert. Waylen smirks at her and thrusts into her again.
“You’re a freak,” she hisses.
Waylen nods and caresses her b.r.e.a.s.t with his warm palm. She bites his shoulder to keep from crying out, and he starts to f.u.c.k her faster. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his eyes burn with intense l.u.s.t. The louder the men argue, the harder he f.u.c.ks her.
Suddenly the door opens wider. She freezes beneath him and stares up at him in a panic. She digs her nails into his back and tries to pull away, but he ignores her.
“Get out of me,” she whispers. “Please, it’s bad enough for Andrew to walk in on this, but at least get out of me first.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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