Lily watched as the woman grasped the man’s penis and brought it to her lips. She opened and took it into her mouth. A couple of the other men grabbed some women and pulled them into the pool, too. Lily dragged her gaze away from the sight of some of the men gliding their hands and mouths over the women’s bodies, while others pressed their cocks into female mouths. But she could not shut out the sounds. The moaning and grunting.
This whole scene was so far outside her comfort zone, she could barely stop from trembling.
Yasin stood up. “Omar, I am going back to my quarters.”
Omar’s eyes narrowed. “So soon? If you want to fuck your little slave, you can do it right here.”
A shiver raced down Lily’s back.
“It’s not that,” Yasin said. “Her skin is too fair to stay in this hot sun for long. We will join you again at dinnertime.”
Yasin turned to her. “Come, slave.”
Lily stood up. He picked up his robe and started walking. She followed, extremely conscious of his tight, hard butt as he walked in front of her.
Once they were back in his quarters, and he closed the door behind them, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she turned to thank Yasin for taking her away from there.
And stopped cold.
He stood there, his cock fully erect, the height of it astonishing. His eyes were dark with desire as his gaze took in her nearly naked body.
She took a step back, worried he’d pull her into his arms and take her on the spot. At the same time, heat simmered through her at the prospect.
He stepped toward her and her breath caught. Then suddenly she was in his arms, his mouth claiming hers. She felt herself backed against the door and his naked body pressed tight against her. His thick cock was hard against her belly and the feel of it made her long for it to slide inside her. She felt the dampness pooling between her legs, making her wet and ready for him.
His tongue drove into her mouth, plundering. She opened, letting him in. Inviting him to do more.
God, she wanted him to take her. Here. Now. Hammering her against the solid wood door.
But as quickly as he had started the kiss, he ended it.
He pulled away, looking almost dazed. Then he scowled and strode into the bedroom. She followed, but by the time she caught up, the bedroom was empty and the door to the en suite bathroom was closed.
She sat on the bed and waited, wishing he would come back. Her insides quivering with need. The kiss had shaken loose the last of her barriers. She’d always been attracted to him—had wanted to be with him when they were in college, before she’d received a caution she couldn’t ignore—but now she was so filled with need she was trembling.
When he finally returned, his hair was damp and his cock was deflated. She didn’t know if he’d taken a cold shower or pumped himself to release, but either way, he clearly didn’t intend to continue what they’d started.
“Yasin, we should talk about—”
“I have no time for a discussion.” He grabbed his swim trunks and pulled them on. “My brother texted to tell me he has made plans for the men. I will be gone for the afternoon.”
He marched to the entrance then disappeared out the door.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Lily’s gaze darted to it, worried it was Yasin’s brother. Or maybe one of the other men. She ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away.
Then she heard a key in the lock and froze, her eyes wide, as the door opened.
A woman walked inside with a tray. When she saw Lily, she smiled.
“Hello. I am Hafsa. I was told to bring you lunch.”
She set the tray she was carrying on the table.
“Thank you,” Lily said.
The woman walked to the door, but then turned.
“I know you are uncomfortable here. That it is frightening for you. But you are with a good man. He is not like the others. He is patient and gentle. He will not hurt you.” She smiled. “I know you have already experienced his tender touch, but he has a kind heart, too.”
“You’ve been with Yasin?”
“Oh, no. I offered, of course. It was expected of me. But I would have been happy had he accepted.”
Jealousy washed through Lily, even though she knew it was crazy.
Hafsa frowned. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. And if it helps, it appears he has eyes only for you.”
She turned to the door again.
“Hafsa, where are the men now?”
“They are having a picnic lunch on the beach and enjoying something called jet skis. They will be back for dinner at sunset. You will eat here, then he will take you to the terrace for the evening’s entertainment. I will bring you something pretty to wear.”
Lily nodded her thanks and the woman exited. Then Lily’s stomach tightened as she wondered if she would be an audience to the entertainment… or part of it.
A few hours later, Lily heard the door open. This time it was Yasin.
“I see Hafsa brought you lunch,” he said at the sight of the neatly stacked dishes on the tray. “Did she bring you something to wear this evening?” he asked as he continued walking.
“She said she would bring it with dinner.”
She stood up and followed him into the bedroom.
“Yasin, I want to thank you for this morning. For keeping my time with your family short.”
He pulled a shirt and pair of pants from the closet and hung them on a hook on the en suite door.
“You may not feel so thankful this evening. There is no way I can shorten our time in their presence, and the festivities will be even more uninhibited than this morning.”
His words send dread through her.
“Thank you for the warning. I know you’re doing everything you can to protect me and I appreciate that.”
He turned toward her. His dark, enigmatic gaze caused her stomach to flutter.
“Just how appreciative will you be, I wonder,” he said.
A shocking blaze of heat burned through Lily as Yasin’s dark eyes simmered with desire, his gaze wandering over her body.
Suddenly, she realized he’d been drinking.
He took a step toward her and she forced herself not to back away. He grasped her upper arms, his gaze resting on her breasts. Drinking in the sight of them in her skimpy, sequined bra.
“You don’t know how much I longed for you in college.” His voice was tight with emotion. “How hard it was to hold back my urges. Because I wanted to give you time.”
His dark, bitter gaze moved to her face. “Then you turned your back on me and walked away, as if I were nothing.”
She didn’t answer, knowing she couldn’t reason with him in this state. And she couldn’t tell him about the video her sister had shown her. And how much it had frightened her.
His hands tightened around her arms like a vice.
“Is that it? Did I mean nothing to you?” he demanded, his eyes pools of dark pain.
“Oh, Yasin. That’s not it.”
He shook her. “Then what was it? Why did you leave?”
“Please, Yasin. You’re hurting me.”
He froze, his grip on her arms loosening a fraction. Then in a sudden jerk, he pulled her close, holding her tight to his solid chest, storming her mouth with his own, his tongue driving inside her. She could taste the alcohol.
She could also feel the tension coiled in his body. Sense the emotion blazing inside him.
She’d been afraid of him, because of what she’d seen on that video. Because of what she’d believed him to be. But since she’d been with him here on this island, he’d proven he was nothing like his family.
Everything he’d done here had shown him to be honorable and protective of her. Casting doubt on all her fears about him.
She could almost believe that he was in love with her.
As his lips moved on hers, she felt herself responding to him. Melting into the kiss.
Accepting him.
The feel of Lily’s sweet body pressed tight to his was driving Yasin insane. He wanted her so desperately. The urge to take her was so potent he could barely think straight.
He curled his arm around her and pulled her closer still. His hand glided to her breast and he squeezed. The softness of it drove his senses to the edge, leaving him dizzy.
She gasped and arched against him.
When she pressed her hands to his chest, he realized she was actually trying to get away from him. Her struggles against him sent heat burning through him. He wanted to overpower her. Bend her to his will.
He wanted to master her body until she surrendered to him totally.
“No.” Her fearful cry knocked him to his senses.
What the fuck am I doing?
This wasn’t the kind of man he wanted to be.
He drew his hand from her breast and released her gently.
“Lily, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
But the stricken look in her eyes tore at his gut.
“Fuck!” He sank onto the bed and drew in a long breath. “How can I make it up to you?”
She beside him. “I know how much you’re struggling with all this, too. It’s difficult for both of us.”
He raked his hair back from his face.
A knock sounded at the door and he glanced at his watch.
“Fuck, that will be your dinner. And I have to shower and change for mine.” He took her hand and squeezed. “We will talk this evening, after we return. If you’re up to it.”
She nodded, but he could see the tension in her face.
“I’ll get the door.” She stood and hurried from the room.