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  “You want to get me naked?” he asked, brow raised.

  Her cheeks heated to a beautiful shade of red.

  “I … It wasn’t meant like that.”

  He chuckled. “I know.” He stood up and began to remove his shirt. She moved away from the edge of the pool and he saw as he got naked it was clear she was getting more nervous.

  “Are you enjoying your honeymoon?” Minus the hot as fuck sex we should be having.

  “Yes. It’s lovely.”

  Her gaze drifted away from him and he saw the sadness in her eyes.

  Removing the last of his clothing, he jumped into the pool and swam over to her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  He reached out, grabbing her hip and pulling her close. She pressed her hands against his chest but didn’t push him away.

  Ian loved how soft she felt against him. He could hold her all day long.

  “Talk to me. I am your husband, after all.”

  “We’re not really together like that though.”

  He frowned. “You wear my ring on your finger and you carry my name.”

  “I know but we’re … This is not a real marriage, is it? I mean, we’re not in love and we’re not a real couple. It’s not even a real marriage.”

  He didn’t like that. “This is a real marriage, Lucy.” He ran his hand down her waist to cup her ass, drawing her closer so that her stomach pressed against his dick. “If you mean about us having sex, we can completely change that right now, and we can have this marriage consummated. I didn’t think you’d be ready for what I want to do with you.” He squeezed her ass, trying to control his lust for her. “I want to be balls deep inside your tight cunt right now, Lucy. Tell me to stop, otherwise I’m going to take you right now in the pool.”

  Sliding his hand from her ass up her body to sink into her hair, he held her head tightly as he slammed his lips down on hers. At first she put up a fight but after a few seconds, she relented. The hands on his chest no longer pushed him away.

  Tilting her head back, he licked his tongue across her lips, and she opened up. He plunged inside her mouth and she moaned. Her body seemed to soften against him, and he craved her touch so much more. He fucking wanted her more than he wanted anything else in his life. His cock was so damn hard that it hurt.

  Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on her rapidly beating pulse.

  “I hate being lonely,” she said.

  This made him pause. He stopped kissing her and pulled away to stare into her eyes. “What?”

  “I … I’ve really enjoyed being here and I think it’s really sweet that you’re making sure my every whim is being catered to—not that you even have to, but I’m lonely. I’m tired of always being alone and I would love it if you spent some time with me. I want to get to know you but not the you that you show everyone. Can I know you, the real you? I know I’m not making any sense and again I’m sorry about that.”

  He cupped her face, and he saw the need in her eyes. This wasn’t sexual; she craved human affection. He got it, understood it, since he, at times, secretly felt the same way.

  “Consider it done.”

  6

  Lucy curled her fingers around the stem of the wine glass and brought it to her lips, taking a long sip of the red liquid. This was her second glass, and although she should’ve probably stopped at one, she wanted another refill to go with the incredible meal she’d just eaten.

  She stared at Ian from across the table, the city lights of Barcelona illuminated in the distance. It was gorgeous, like nothing she’d ever seen before. Hell, anything other than the city was wondrous to her.

  The balcony doors were open, the sheer white drapes billowing in and out as the wind picked up. Lucy couldn’t even describe what she’d had for dinner, aside from meat, vegetables, and this incredible cream sauce that had nearly made her moan in pleasure. Never in a million years did she think she’d ever be in this situation, sitting in a private all but mansion in Barcelona, her husband making sure she was tended to, waited on so that her every whim was seen to.

  She was just a girl from the city, living above a pizza parlor, surviving on the little savings she had until she found a new job. But she’d been happy, living life the way she wanted to, and not having to answer to anybody. Her life had done a total one-eighty, and now she was living in some kind of fantasy world, one where she’d never envisioned herself being.

  “How was dinner?” Ian leaned back in the chair, bringing his wine glass to his lips and taking a long drink from it.

  He watched her over the rim, his gaze heavy-lidded, intense almost. The sexual chemistry between them was insane, thickening, suffocating. There was no denying Ian was an attractive man, big and strong, with muscles defined in stark clarity.

  She’d been thinking about him in the pool, his body nude, so hard and powerful. In fact, that was all she’d been able to think about, all she’d been able to picture. And as she thought about him naked, she couldn’t help but imagine his erection, how it had been long and thick, hard and ready for her.

  She felt her face heat and crossed her legs, feeling herself become wet, her erogenous zones tingling. Lucy could still feel his body pressed against hers, his hard cock nudging between her thighs, only the thin barrier of her bathing suit stopping any penetration.

  Lucy stood and smiled at Ian as she made her way to the balcony. She knew he was a hard man to get along with, had experienced it first hand. She also knew she was an idiot for marrying him, for not being smarter and just walking away. But there was another part of her that liked his presence. It was as if standing up to him had broken down a wall he always had around himself. It was like she’d shown him she wouldn’t be weak, wouldn’t take his shit.

  She sipped at her wine and leaned against the stone wall that separated her from the city below. The wind moved the strands of her hair around and she closed her eyes, inhaling the air, letting it wash over her. God, was this real? Was this her actual life now?

  She opened her eyes and stared at the city, at the lights, the sounds of life below. It was a fantastic feeling being this high up, knowing that things had changed drastically. Although she didn’t know if she’d stay married to Ian, didn’t know if a man like him could change, she did know that she wasn’t quite ready to call it quits, maybe even if she should.

  She felt Ian come up behind her and looked over her shoulder. He had this strange expression on his face as he stepped closer, the wine glass in his hand half full. He set it down beside where she’d put hers, and moved to stand beside her. The heat of his body and the scent of his cologne slammed into her, having her shiver with awareness. She was aroused, but the situation was tricky, awkward even. It didn’t matter that she’d spent the whole week with Ian, that they were learning new things about each other every day, that in all senses of the word this marriage was fake.

  But even if she didn’t love him, even if she didn’t know what the future held, she was still human, lonely for affection, and wanted him in the worst kind of way. Or maybe it was the best kind of way.

  She turned and looked at him, staring at his profile as he stared out at the cityscape. His jaw was square, masculine. He had a days’ worth of stubble covering his cheeks and chin, and her fingers itched to touch his flesh, to see if the hairs on his face were soft or coarse.

  The gown she wore was something they’d picked up earlier today when he took her shopping in the city. It was formfitting, hugging her curves and showing off every part of herself that she’d tried to hide her entire life. But the way he looked at her, watched her, made Lucy feel beautiful, sexy.

  He turned his head and looked right at her, this glazed-over expression on his face. The longer they stared at each other, the hotter the air became, thicker, suffocating. Her nipples beaded up, her body feeling like it was on fire.

  “Lucy.” He said her name softly, the heat in his voice tangible. He shifted so he was fully fa
cing her now and lifted his hands to cup her cheeks. The feeling of his skin on her face was warm, inviting.

  He stroked his thumbs under her eyes, her heart racing, her blood rushing through her veins. And then he leaned in and kissed her, pressing his lips to hers softly, gently. She couldn’t help the moan that left her, or how her mouth opened on its own, just enough for him to slip his tongue inside. She tilted her head and opened wider, letting him kiss her until she was breathless, until her knees were shaking and her body was rigid. She was excited, so ready for this. She wanted to feel his body on hers, their flesh sweaty, sticky.

  She pulled back. “Take me to bed,” Lucy said, staring into his eyes, knowing this was what she wanted, what she needed.

  He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice. “Yes, I’m very sure.” And she was. Whether this was a mistake or not, she wanted to feel Ian in all ways. She wanted to be his tonight.

  7

  In all of his years of being with women, Ian couldn’t recall a single time that he’d actually been nervous about this. Taking a woman to bed was an art form to him. Lucy wasn’t just any other woman, though.

  She was his wife.

  In that moment it didn’t matter to him the reason why he’d married her, but that she was his wife. They had yet to consummate their marriage, so this would cement their union. There would be no turning back, no annulment, only divorce. They had an iron-clad prenuptial agreement in place, so if anything went sour between them, he’d get possession of their kids, and she’d leave with nothing.

  Yes, he was that much of an asshole to have made sure she didn’t have a choice.

  Some women wouldn’t care, but his gut told him Lucy would.

  Taking her hand, he pulled her close, and kissed the pulse on the inside of her wrist. Teasing his tongue across her flesh, he heard her indrawn breath, and the sound went straight to his cock.

  He wanted her so badly, to thrust deep inside and claim her for himself. The ache and need was so intense that it made him stumble just a little in his kisses.

  No matter where he was or who he was with, he kept in constant control. No one got under his skin.

  Lucy’s different.

  She made him want to be a better man, and even though it was so fucking cliché, it was in fact the truth.

  He cupped her hip, drawing her close to him.

  “I don’t make love,” he said. “When you come to my bedroom, Lucy, you’ll be mine. I’ll make you scream in pleasure but you have to know, I will also test your limits.”

  Her eyes dilated and rather than looking scared, she looked excited.

  “You won’t hurt me?” she asked. Her teeth sank into her lip, which only served to make him want to kiss her.

  “No, I won’t hurt you.” Running his hand up her back, he sank his fingers into her hair and held her in place.

  Slamming his mouth down on hers, he glided his tongue across her lips, relishing her gasp as he plundered inside.

  Her tongue slid against his, and he held her in place with his grip in her hair, purely focused on the woman in his arms. The dress she wore had slits on either side, and he couldn’t resist teasing the skin of her thighs. No one would be able to see them for miles and with the stars shining down on them, he had to touch her, to feel her melt against him.

  She held onto his shoulders and his cock throbbed within his pants. Cupping her between her thighs, he felt the damn material of her panties, but it was in the way. With one tug, he removed them from her body, placing them in his pocket.

  “I liked them,” she said, breaking from the kiss.

  “I can buy you more.”

  “You don’t have to keep buying me things.”

  “But I enjoy it. I like buying you pretty things.” And he also liked tearing them from her body. The panties were better in his pocket anyway. Sliding his hand between her thighs once more, he cupped her soaking wet pussy. He slipped a finger between her swollen folds, and he couldn’t believe how wet she already was.

  Stroking over her clit, he slid down, teasing her entrance.

  She’d told him she was still a virgin. No man had ever felt her tight cunt wrapped around their cock.

  Damn, he was going to have to take it slow tonight, unless he did something about that pesky little hymen.

  Staring at her, he played with her clit, watching the flare of arousal in her eyes. He waited, teasing her, drawing her to the edge of her orgasm and, when she was too far gone, he slid his finger down. Putting his thumb across her clit, he worked her nub back and forth. Then when she was close to orgasm, he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders.

  He hated seeing the pain in her eyes, and he held her up by pressing her against the balcony and his hard body.

  In and out he pressed his fingers, making her take all of him, and not letting her stop. She didn’t tell him to, and he kept on teasing her, feeling her cunt tighten around his fingers as he stroked her clit.

  Ian wasn’t going to stop until she came. He’d make love to her tonight.

  “It hurts,” she said, whimpering.

  Kissing her deeply, he held her tightly. “I want you to come for me. I know it hurts, baby. You’re mine now, and with your virginity gone, tonight it won’t hurt as badly when I slide my dick inside you.”

  He wanted to feel every single part of her pussy as he fucked her, taking her to a pleasure that had both of them craving more.

  Slowly, he saw the pain in her eyes subside as she began to thrust against him, her hips meeting the thrust of his fingers.

  Sliding the strap of her dress and bra down her arm, he exposed her large tit. He’d been wanting to see her naked since the first moment he laid eyes on her, and tonight he was going to get his wish. He was going to bask in every single part of her, and he couldn’t wait.

  Pre-cum leaked out of his cock, and the hardness of his dick stretched against the front of his pants. His pleasure could wait.

  All he wanted, all he cared about right now was Lucy.

  Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue across her nipple, and she cried out his name. Sucking the entire bud into his mouth, he felt the answering pull in her pussy. Her orgasm was building once again, and this time he had no intention of stopping or causing her pain.

  He craved her release.

  Flicking his tongue back and forth over her tit, he did the same with his thumb across her clit. The dual sensation worked as she screamed his name at the same time her cunt tightened around his fingers like a fucking fist.

  He wanted it to be his cock but for now, he was happy to just feel her come, to watch this exquisite beauty give a part of herself to him that she’d never trusted another man with. This was the true gift that she’d given him, and it was something he’d never be able to replicate.

  “I had no idea that it could be like that,” Lucy said.

  “With me, every single time could be like that. We’re not done yet. There’s still so much I want to do to you, and the night is young.”

  8

  They were nude, the air thick, the sexual chemistry off the charts. The fact he’d made his woman, his wife come had pleasure moving through him, as if he’d gotten off as well. Her pleasure was his.

  Ian adjusted his body so he was above her, with her legs spread, and her hips cradling his perfectly. She was hotter than hell and he was so ready for this he was burning alive. His hips jerked on their own accord, and he felt the heat and wetness from her arousal coat his dick. The fucker jerked again, ready to be buried deep in her pussy.

  “Please,” she breathed out. “I’m so ready for you, Ian.”

  “God, just hearing you say that, begging me, makes me so damn hard, baby.”

  Arching, she pressed her hard nipples against his chest. He grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head, looking down at the way she was stretched for him. He slowly rubbed his thumbs along her wrists, lo
ving the way her skin was so smooth, so warm.

  “I want—need—inside of you so damn badly, baby.” Thrusting against her with a little more force, he groaned, not able to stop himself. “I want to feel your tight, hot little pussy spreading around my cock, milking me until I come and fill you up, until I fully make you mine.”

  She panted beneath him, crying out for more. “I want you."

  He could feel her wetness, her arousal slipping along his length, making him wet with her desire as well. She was primed for him, so ready she was probably about to combust like he was. Before he lost his damn mind altogether, he moved away from her just long enough to grab a condom. He sheathed himself and moved back between her thighs. He didn’t need be unsafe, not right now at least, although truth was, he wanted her filled up with his cum, smelling like him, marked by him.

  Grabbing his shaft, he placed the tip at her entrance. As he started pushing into her, inch by slow inch, he watched her face, gauging her reaction to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. Her eyes were wide and full of hidden emotion. She was his, and he was claiming her.

  He continued sinking into her, feeling every hot part of her pussy ripple along his length. Lowering his face, Ian dragged his lips across hers and murmured, “I won’t let you go. I can’t.” He slowly pulled back out, and when just the head of his dick was at her entrance, he took a deep, calming breath and pushed back in hard.

  He kissed her, not stopping until every part of her was engrained in him. He still had both of her wrists secured above her head. He braced his weight on his knees, and with his other hand he gripped the back of her thigh and deepened his penetration. Pulling out and then sinking back in again, he made sure his movements were easy and slow. He gave her body time to adjust to him, to stretch around his cock.

  With his mouth pressed to hers he could hear her whispered pleas for him to give her more. They were so close, so fused together that they breathed the same air.