RONAN I didn’t want to kiss her. I told myself I’ll wait it out. Play it cool. Sarah could have all the fun she wanted, she deserved it after the hell she had to go through in the name of marriage. Nothing she does tonight can change the fact that she now belongs to us. I was ready to take anything, absolutely anything. I watched her get her pussy drilled by Lena, and did nothing when she sucked Malachi’s cock like a greedy slut. However, I drew a fucking line when she fucked Malachi right beside me, making me watch her tits bounce as she took every inch of him in her pretty pink pussy. Watching how much she loved fucking him made me lose my mind. I wanted her too. I wanted to taste her. Own her. Have her all to myself. I tilt her neck to face me, and then my mouth on hers without so much as a single thought, forcing her lips wide and easing my wet tongue into her sweet warm mouth. I kiss her until she’s limp against me, pressing both hands on my shoulders to keep herself straight. She leans against me, even with her knees planted at Malachi’s sides. I reach for her hips and pull her up in one swift move, pulling her towards me. My hands can feel her weight, but it’s nothing I cannot handle. Sarah, my sweet little kitten, wraps her hands around my neck, going deeper into my mouth. She moans against my lips, and I’m consumed by an insane need to fuck her right here for everyone to watch…and learn. But I don’t. I’m greedy. I know she had sex with Jaxon on the beach, even if they think they were sly about it. Jaxon can’t hide his misdemeanors to save his own life, and it’s no fault of his. I just raised him that way. I pull away from Sarah, watching her suck in deep breaths as her hazel eyes dance all over my face. She wants more, and it’s so easy to see. I’m determined to give my hungry kitty exactly what she wants, but not here. I like to take my time to worship and severely punish. When I take her and make her scream my name in ten different ways and languages, I want to be alone with her. There’ll be no saving her. “Pack your things,” My voice is hoarse. I glance at Jaxon. “We’re going home.” On hearing this, the waitress raises her head from his cock and licks her lips. Jaxon takes out his wallet and hands her five hundred dollar bills. She squeezes it in her right hand, and flashes him a smile. Sarah doesn’t utter a single word. She’s not happy to leave just yet. Still, I get the feeling that’s not all. Between our kiss and now, something has happened, something has crossed her mind. The waitress returns with the clothes Sarah and Malachi abandoned on the platform, and Malachi thanks her with some extra cash. With Malachi and Sarah dressed up, we leave the club and head outside. Sarah walks beside me. The tension between us is thick enough to be cut through with a knife. She’s shivering, wrapping her arms around her body like it’ll help. I take my coat off and put it around her. “Thanks.” She mutters coldly. And those are her last words until we arrive at our vacation home. “Alright, I’m going up to bed.” Malachi says out loud. He turns to Sarah and presses a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning, Sarah.” “Hmmm.” He doesn’t react to her dry response. Malachi only glances up at me. His look is crystal clear. He’s hoping I can fix her mood. Whatever is wrong. “Goodnight baby.” Jaxon’s voice cuts through the silence as he kisses the top of her right ear. “Goodnight, J.” J? A scowl forms on my face. Malachi and Jaxon head up the stairs and soon, they’re out of sight, leaving Sarah and I. It’s an intentional move from the both of them, and I get a feeling Sarah knows it too. She starts to walk towards the kitchen, and I follow her behind. She doesn’t stop, look back, or ask me what I’m doing, because she wants me around. I watch as she stomps into the kitchen barefoot. She opens the top shelf and begins to search. When she doesn’t find what she’s looking for, she heads to another cabinet, and then another, and then… “Are you going to tell me what you’re looking for?” I settle into a stool to watch her. She’s bent over with her head in the sink cupboard. Her back is arched, and her skirt is halfway up her pretty ass. I want to spank her so hard my palm remains tattooed on her skin for days. She pulls her head out of the cupboard and turns to me. Her hands brush the strands of hairs that pour all over her face. Her chest falls in a tired sigh before she scrambles to her feet. “I’m wondering if you guys have any post pills,” She runs her right hand down the length of her hair, visibly frustrated. “I just found out I can actually get pregnant before coming on this grand vacation, and we’ve been having a lot of fun without condoms,” My lips spread into a smile. “You know what? I feel really stupid actually. It’s bad enough that I didn’t get a second opinion for my condition, but I came on a vacation without condoms.” She throws her hands in the air in a very dramatic motion. “Who goes on a vacation without condoms?” “Sarah,” I rise from my stool, towering above her. She sucks in a deep breath, like I made her calmer by standing. “Why do you think we’ll have post pills here?” She narrows her eyes on me, then scoffs. Both hands lock firmly across her chest. “I don’t know. Maybe because you’ll have to stay secure and safe when you have sex with other women.” The jealousy that spreads like wildfire in her eyes is almost laughable. I want to tell her we never bring women into our personal homes, no matter what country we’re in, but I don’t. She has no need for such information. “We don’t have that. But I could drive you to the pharmacy first thing tomorrow morning.” Suddenly, she takes a couple steps backwards. Her gaze drops to the floor, and her jaw clenches. Good. She’s about to slip up, about to tell me what’s been eating her up, and why it won’t let her live a little. “When you wake up tomorrow morning, I won’t be here.” My hands curl into fists by my side. It takes a lot of practiced self discipline and poker face rehearsals to stop me from frowning at her. I know what Sarah’s doing, and I’ll be damned if I give her more reasons to leave. I also know I can do what my body craves to do so desperately. I can pin her back against the kitchen island and fuck her silly, so much that she’s unable to move tomorrow, but I’ve known her long enough to know that it won’t stop her from leaving the second she gets her strength back. So, I sit my ass down on my stool, look her straight in the eyes, before I ask: “why?” Sarah heaves a tired sigh as her hands fall to her sides. “I just have a lot of things I need to do back home, and…” I don’t want to, but I frown. It’s hard to keep myself in check when it comes to her. I do not go close to her. I do not seek to compel or seduce the truth out of her. I just want a clean, honest conversation with the woman I want. No tricks up my sleeves, not jokes. “…so I have to take the first flight back home to…” Not on my fucking watch. “You’re not fooling me any better than you’re fooling yourself, kitten,” Her eyes widen as she swallows the rest of her words. “So tell me.” I lean back against the island. “What is it you’re running from?”