Juliet

I kneel right in front of him and wait.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it anyway.

My brain has turned to mush again.

His eyes make me do it. Make me do a lot of things. Dirty things.

I want to see what his reaction is. What he’ll do to me. If this is what he wants.

For me to submit to his needs.

It’s always been about his needs … and mine. And the struggle we both endure to keep it in check.

It’s the only reason he told me about his past and about what he did. Because he wanted to keep me so desperately, and I was still slipping away. By coming clean, he’s only made that voice in my head stronger. The one that tells me to flee, to get off this island in any way possible.

But I can’t.

Not without hurting him.

And right now, that hurts me more than anything.

Seeing the pain in his eyes as he sat there on the beach changed something in me. Something irreversible. A part of me is inside him, and I can’t take it back. It’s too late for that. He stole my heart and bound it with need, desire … and love.

The only man who hasn’t tried to ditch me after finding out how difficult I can be. The only man who accepts me for who I am. And I didn’t accept him.

Didn’t accept his apology. And it hurt him in ways I didn’t think was possible.

I didn’t know my opinion of him mattered so much to him. That my words could cut like a knife.

And I hate that it had to be like this.

I want to put it behind me.

Behind us.

What he did in the past doesn’t matter in the now.

Because we’re here, on an island, where no one can judge us.

How many times has he had to apologize? To say he was sorry and not be taken seriously?

How long does a person need to suffer until he’s forgiven?

Until people will accept him again?

I can’t do it. I can’t keep shunning him like they did.

He doesn’t have to hide. Not from me.

I’m done with feeling sorry for him, feeling sorry for myself.

This is my choice.

I want him to take control. To do what he needs to get it out of him.

To expel the demons, you have to give in to them.

I blow out a breath and lean forward, pulling the rope around his waist. Right before it’s undone, Lock grasps my wrist.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a gruff voice.

I gaze up into his eyes as I say, “What I want.”

His eyes narrow. After a few seconds pass, he releases my wrist.

I take it as a sign to continue, so I do … and the banana leaves fall to the ground, unveiling his semi-hard-on.

The left side of my lips tip up into a smile.

So he was already into it from the start.

He was only trying to stop me from doing something I didn’t want to. But I do … I do want to do this. For his sake and mine.

He needs this. He can’t hide his frustrations from me. He needs to let them out on me.

So I grab his shaft and start rubbing it, up and down, until it grows harder and harder in my hand, and my mouth begins to water at the thought of having him.

I don’t stop, despite how thick it becomes. Pre-cum drips from the tip, and I spread it all across.

He moans softly, the sound arousing me. Making me wet.

I lean in to take a lick.

I don’t know what comes over me, but it’s all I want right now.

To taste him as he tasted me.

My tongue instinctively rolls out and slides all the way up and down his shaft, taking the tip into my mouth. He groans, and his head tilts back as he braces on the chair. His muscles tense up, his body tightening. I grin and focus on sucking the tip, licking it, giving him everything he wants and more.

I want him to feel wanted.

To feel needed.

Maybe it’s the empathy that did me in. Or maybe it’s because I was already lost to him … and we both needed the release.

As I lick him, I begin to play with myself, hiding it underneath the banana leaves.

Still, he notices, as his head tilts back and his eyes wander off between my legs. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he groans again.

I like it when he looks.

“You’re ruining me, Jules …” he murmurs.

“You ruined me first,” I reply, winking.

Screw dinner. I want him to screw me.

I continue kissing and licking him, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue. However, he lets out an exasperated sigh and leans forward, grabbing my face with both hands to kiss me on the forehead. “Jules … don’t.”

I shake my head. “Take me.”

He whispers into my ear, “I can’t stop myself if I start.”

“Then don’t,” I say.

“You don’t know what you’re giving in to …” He breathes on my skin, on my neck, my lips, and my body sends out delicious tingles.

I look up into his eyes and whisper, “Please.”

A soft moan escapes his mouth, but I heard it. I definitely heard it, and it made goose bumps scatter across my skin.

“Don’t beg,” he groans.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t say no to you,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips. I greedily kiss him back, practically hanging on his lips as he pulls them away.

He leans back in the seat, legs spread, hard-on on full display.

He licks his bottom lip again and cocks his head. “Suck.”

My throat clamps as my pussy thumps, but I approach him anyway and slide my mouth over his length. His hand pushes down on my head, forcing me to take it all the way to the base.

I cough, wheezing.

“Give up yet?” he growls as I struggle to breathe.

But I shake my head.

What the hell is wrong with me?

At this point, I don’t know anymore. All I feel is the wetness pooling between my legs and how turned on I am by his dominance.

He releases me from his grip, and I pull up to gasp. But I don’t stop licking, don’t stop spreading my saliva all over him. I love that look on his face … the hunger … the deep, dark lust of a dangerous man.

Right now, I want it all.

I don’t care if it’s wrong or right.

So I wrap my tongue around the tip again and sink down to the base, letting him take over.

He groans, and the salty taste on my tongue increases. It only makes me wetter.

I circle my clit and finger myself right in front of him, not giving a shit about how dirty I am.

“I’m bad, Jules. You don’t want this.”

“I do,” I reply, sucking on his cock.

“Show me then,” he growls, his eyes darting toward my legs. “Show me how much you want it.”

With one hand, I slide away the banana leaf while the other is still working my pussy. I don’t even feel shame as his eyes take in all that I’m doing. They flicker with need, making me want to come.

“Make yourself come,” he says, and I nod.

He points at his dick and then beckons me to come closer, so I do, and I put him in my mouth again. He pushes and makes me choke on his dick, but I love the way it feels. Love that I have no control over this.

I’m flicking furiously, my nub swollen and aroused.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling me back. “Keep going.”

I do what he says, losing myself in the moment, licking him as fast as I can.

Right as his cock pushes against the back of my throat, he growls, “Come.”

His deep voice makes my legs quiver, and ecstasy follows. With his shaft all the way down my throat, I fall apart, right in front of him.

He pulls out of me as I sink to the floor. But I can’t stop looking at him with hungry eyes, desperate for more. I want him to take away the pain, the fear, the regrets. Everything that ruins us both until nothing’s left.

“Take me,” I say, holding up my hands.

He squints. “You sure?”

I nod. “Take away the fear. I don’t want it anymore.”

He lowers his head. No nod, no words. I don’t need any. He knows what I need.

What I’ve needed from day one.

He gets up from the chair and grabs me. I squeal as he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder. But it’s not one of terror or worry … it’s one of excitement.

* * *

Lock

She’s lost her mind.

But I’m glad she did.

Her giving in to me is the best thing to happen since she landed on this island. Finally, I get to do whatever the fuck I want to her body, and she won’t protest.

It’s like a wish come true even though I don’t deserve it.

I guess she is just too perfect.

And too fucking sexy to resist.

I throw her down on the bed and grasp the rope from the small wooden handmade cabinet. The look on her face changes from playful to dread, so I sit down beside her and press a kiss to her lips.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I murmur.

She nods softly, sucking in a breath when I grab her wrists and pin them to the head of the bed.

One by one, I tie her wrists to the bed. Then I slowly lower myself on top of her. I sniff and smell the fear. I slide down her body and linger near her pussy, my tongue dipping out to take a quick lick. It immediately takes the tension off.

I smile as I continue my path up her body and steal a greedy kiss.

Then I grasp the rope she used to tie the leaves around her breasts and rip it in two. She squeals from my ferocity, the feral way with which I destroy the last shred of who she was before she came here. For one moment, our eyes connect. Then I bury my face between her tits and ravage her, kissing them, licking everywhere, sucking hard on her nipples until they’re peaked. Until they are what I remember them being.

Mine.

“Are you afraid of me?” I ask, arching my back to tower high above her.

She has nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

Strapped to my bed … completely submitted to my will.

To my mercy.

And still, she shakes her head.

It’s a lie, I can tell, but I don’t mind. This is what she truly wanted. And to get rid of her fear, she has to face it. She has to give in.

So I’ll give her what she wants. Me … in my most carnal form.

I perch myself right on top of her. “Open your mouth,” I say, using my thumb to help her.

Then I shove my cock inside. Slowly, steadily … completely inside until the base.

She chokes and heaves but manages to keep it inside.

I pull out and slowly go back in again, adding a thrust.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m going to do, but she accepts it anyway, without protesting, her mouth remaining open for me.

Just as I want her to.

Each thrust is a little faster until I can’t stop myself anymore and go all out. She gulps in air as I take it out and go back inside again. I don’t stop the assault on her mouth because this is what she begged me to do.

To give her all the fear … and leave her with none.

Her saliva coats my cock, making it easy to slip and slide into her throat. Her gargles are a turn-on. Her eyes fill with tears from the poking in the back of her throat, and I lean over to lick them off her cheeks.

“Give up yet?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Good,” I groan, pushing her to her limits.

I fuck deeper, harder, faster, until my veins bulge and my balls are ready to explode.

“Here it comes,” I groan. “Take it deep and suck.”

Howling, I bury myself inside her. My seed jets out in spurts, covering her tongue and the back of her throat. She coughs and struggles, so I growl, “Swallow it.”

Her tongue moves and wraps itself around me, and she gulps it down as I come, filling her up.

When the stream stops, I pull out and let her breathe.

I’m not done yet. Far from it.

I move backward and slide down her body far enough to lift her legs and settle between them. With the tip of my dick at her entrance, her head rises, and she mutters, “Still hard?”

I smirk. “I’m only getting started.”

I push inside when she least expects it, wanting to see that o-shape on her lips. It’s as pretty as last time when I fucked her in the lake. Only this time her wetness replaces the water… and fuck me, is she wet.

Groaning and puffing, I fuck her deep and hard, slamming into her with everything I have. Sweat drips down my back as I take my woman with every inch of my body. I take her back and everything she took from me. My pride. My dignity. My needs and wants. I take everything she’s willing to give me and more.

Is it selfish? Fuck yes. But I don’t care anymore.

She willingly gave herself to me.

She knew what she was getting herself into and did it anyway.

“Tell me you want it,” I groan, burying myself deep inside her.

“I want it,” she murmurs, her cheeks rosy and her lips still glossy with my cum.

Her hot and heavy voice turns me on even more, and I give her all I’ve got, fucking her until her eyes roll into the back of her head. Until she moans and her pussy contracts, muscles squeezing my dick. I come again, harder, filling her to the brim with my seed.

When I pull out, it drips from her pussy, so I push it back inside with two fingers and spread it all over her lips and in her mouth.

She might think I’m sated … but this is far from over.

I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.