Kole bit back a retort as Mila stared daggers at him. He’d had to release the wheel when he was in the wheelhouse. The sight of Dave putting his hands on Mila’s tattooed flesh had him seeing red. She was his woman and belonged to him. He’d arrive on the sun deck and sent Jethro away before reaching her over by the Jacuzzi.

“I don’t give a fuck about Candace,” he snarled. He regretted asking Viviana to send over a bag of clothes. If he ever saw that Candace again, he would kill her with his own hands, choke the fucking life out of her. She must have forgotten that she was a piece of ass that had been bought and paid for. That was it.

Now here he was, with the woman he wanted as his, and the brief encounter with the whore had ruined it.

Mila glared at him, breathing hard. Her ample breasts moved with each breath she took. His cock instantly hardened when he arrived on the sun deck and got a closer glimpse of Mila in her bathing suit. The black material highlighted her creamy skin and the ink that lined her arm and back. He’d been two seconds away from throwing Dave over the side of the yacht for touching her.

Her top was loose, and all it would take was a shift of his pinky finger to expose her areolas. As if knowing the direction of his thoughts, her hardened nipples pushed out against the flimsy material, calling to him.

“Kole.” Mila’s voice broke through his thoughts. His eyes flew to hers. “Leave it alone. The night before was great, but we won’t work out.”

“Like hell,” he snapped, refusing to give up. She was his and he would prove it to her.

No other man would be able to handle Mila Petrovna. Her alpha personality needed a man who mentally fit her, who wouldn’t try to control her, but consider her an equal. A man who could fulfill her sexual appetite, and who was just as strong as she was.

That man was him.

He cursed and leaned forward, crushing his mouth to hers. If words wouldn’t get through to the stubborn mind of Mila, then he knew the attraction between the two of them would. Her body was already responding to his, just with him sitting close to her.

She gasped, allowing his tongue to push its way in. He pushed her back on to the lounge chair and followed her down, covering her body with his. Her fingers found their way into his hair, gripping him tight.

She released a moan that had his cock pushing against his trunks.

“Kole,” she breathed, breaking the kiss. He released a feral growl, needing to have her again. He trailed a string of kisses down her jawline and to her neck. He gently nipped the side of her neck with his teeth, causing her body to shudder.

“Stop thinking,” he murmured against her skin. He slid his hand down her abdomen to the tiny scrap of material that covered her pussy, sliding his hand inside. He was pleased at how her legs instantly spread wider to allow his fingers to dive in between her plump lips, finding her soaked for him.

“We can’t here,” she gasped, throwing her head back as he played with her sensitive nub.

“It’s just us up here,” he murmured, his fingers working her. He was pretty sure she had her gun in the bag sitting on the other chair. If anyone did interrupt them, he would gladly shoot them himself.

The only person that was in the wheelhouse had been Peter, the captain who had been with him for years. Peter, an older Irish gentleman, would be too embarrassed to watch. Him and his wife, Cathy, had been married for over thirty years. Kole was certain that Peter would give them privacy.

Kole didn’t give a rat’s ass if anyone else did, as long as they didn’t see any of Mila’s naked flesh. That was for him only. His men knew that he’d laid claim on Mila, and now the crew would know. At first, he wanted the crew to believe that she was just a guest. But hearing how the male members of the crew were talking about the blonde sex goddess on the boat, then witnessing Dave staring at her with huge, puppy dog eyes, he knew that he had to let it be known to everyone.

Mila was his.

He pushed the material covering her left breast to the side, sliding effortlessly out of the way. He bent down and took her plump mound deep into his mouth. She let out a sexy, feminine growl and shifted her hips, riding his hand.

“This pussy,” he muttered against her skin as he slid his fingers deep, “belongs to me. I don’t want any other.”

“Kole!” His cock jumped, demanding entrance inside of her. He knew that her slick pussy would welcome him.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” he groaned, realizing that he had nothing with him. He loomed over her, gazing down into her eyes. He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them, loving the taste of her. “I’m clean, I promise. Just had a physical a month ago.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her eyes. He loved the look of her displayed before him.

“I’m clean. I have an IUD,” she murmured, bringing his head down for a hard kiss. He shifted his body to push his shorts down, just enough to free himself. In the event they did have a voyeur, that person would only get the sight of his bare ass and not Mila.

No one would see her naked body if he had anything to say about it.

He pushed the bottom of her suit to the side and lined up the head of his cock at her entrance. He couldn’t wait any longer and he thrust hard, causing her to break the kiss with a scream.

Her slick walls gripped him tight. He held still, allowing her to adjust to the size of him. The feel of her wrapped around him with no barrier between them, caused him to shuddered. If he weren’t careful, this would be over before they even started. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer to her center.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he growled, thrusting deep again.

“I belong to no man.” Her eyes opened and locked on his. He could see the defiance there and knew that she was purposely trying to keep up the wall between them. He’d just have to break it down.

“You know you can’t fight what’s between us.” He thrust hard again.

“This doesn’t change anything between us, Kole.”

“Like hell it doesn’t. This pussy belongs to me. No other man will fuck you,” he warned. “I’ll kill the next man that puts his hands on you.”

He meant it. Any man that laid a hand on her would meet their death. Mila Petrovna would be his— mind, body, and soul. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look deep into his eyes. He wanted her to see all the emotions that he didn’t know how to voice.

“I’ll kill any woman who puts her hands on you,” she breathed, sliding her hands to the back of his neck. She held his face as she stared into his eyes. His heart slammed against his chest as he increased his rhythm. Her walls were breaking.

“Say it,” he demanded, sliding a hand down her stomach to her sensitive nub, strumming it. He could feel his balls draw up and knew that he was close. He refused to release without her. “Tell me this pussy belongs to me,” he ground out, applying more pressure to her flesh.

“God, Kole!” she shouted, her eyes closed tight as she threw her head back. Her body trembled as he became relentless in his quest to consume her, to make her realize that there was no other for her but him.

“Now, Mila. Tell me now,” he groaned. He pinched her clit, feeling her body tense.

“It’s yours!” she screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. With a loud groan, he came as well, his seed shooting deep inside her. A shudder slid down his back as he brushed the fake hair away from her face. He tried to control his rapid breathing, his semi-soft cock still buried inside of her. He refused to budge, loving the feel of her body against his.

Contrary to what she’d tried to accuse him of, he didn’t prefer blondes. He preferred her natural dark hair, and wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through it. But right now, she had to be disguised. Her eyes fluttered open as he gazed down at her. Something tugged at his hardened heart, and he knew that Mila had buried herself inside of it.

* * *

Aw, fuck, Mila thought to herself. She had tried to resist Kole Bozovic, but he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. She stared up at him and knew that she had found exactly what she’d been searching for. She had wanted a man who was her equal, and he was currently buried deep inside of her.

If he wanted her so bad, then have her he would. She just hoped he understood what he was signing up for. But she meant what she’d said, that the next woman who put her hands on him, she would kill them. He would be hers and she would be his.

“So, what now?” she murmured. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Tonight, your stuff gets moved into my cabin.” He gently tugged on her lip with his teeth. “Then I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can move.”

“Promises, promises,” she chuckled, but she did love the sound of it. Spending an entire night getting fucked by Kole Bozovic was something she looked forward to.

“Oh, this will be one promise I will keep,” he stated, pulling back from her. She instantly missed the feel of him inside of her. She felt incomplete without him, almost empty.

She watched as he grabbed a towel from the foot of the chair beside them, taking his time in wiping her clean. Her eyes met his as he cleaned their evidence of their lovemaking from her before putting her bathing suit bottom back in place. She sat up and grabbed the top and shifted it back to cover her breast, and watched as he wiped his now soft cock before it disappeared back inside of his trunks.

“Here, let me help you,” he murmured, tossing the towel to the side. She stood and turned her back to him, where he laid a gentle kiss to the base of her neck, causing goose bumps to form along her skin as he tied the ties. She looked down and ensured that her breasts were now covered.

“Thanks.” She turned back to him and squinted, the sun’s rays hurting her eyes.

“Come. Let’s get in the Jacuzzi.” He grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers, assisting her into the warm water. She waded over to the built-in chairs and sat down. He followed behind her and took the seat next to her, placing his arm alongside the tub behind her.

“This is nice,” she whispered, still reeling from what just happened between them. The gentle lap of water against her hot skin eased the slight tinge from the sun’s rays. She turned to him, not really knowing what to say. She had fought so hard to put up a wall between them in the last twenty-four hours, and with one kiss, it all went tumbling down.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, gazing down at her.

“Where in the hell are we going?”