Rage pulses through my veins as I strip off the diving gear, my movements precise despite the fury threatening to tear me apart. The small boat rocks beneath my feet, anchored safely beyond the yacht’s sight line.
I watched them through my scope all morning.
Watched her stretch like a cat in the sun.
Watched her tease him, tempt him—she knows she’s irresistible. She wields her body like a weapon, but she hasn’t worked out that it was made for me alone.
She let him touch her.
Let him put his filthy mouth between her legs.
Let him taste her.
Let him take what belongs to me.
She’ll have to be punished for that.
And so will he.
Avery will learn who she belongs to.
He doesn’t love her.
He’ll never love her.
No one will ever love her like I do. The black lilies are elegant, rare, impossible to ignore. Like my love for her. Like the destiny we share. But soon… soon I’ll show her that everything she thinks she wants—the glamour, the fame, even him—is nothing compared to what I can give her. To what we could be together.
I’ve watched her for so long. I know every habit, every gesture, every expression. The way she sleeps with one hand tucked under her cheek. The way she brushes her hair exactly one hundred times. How she hums when she thinks no one’s listening. The little smile she gets when she says something smart. And now he’s there, stealing these moments from me. Taking them for himself. My hands shake with the need to wring his neck. To make him suffer. To make him watch when I put my face between her legs.
I want—no need—to be the only man to give her pleasure.
And I will be…
Because you can’t fight fate…
