Okay, this is not going as planned. His roaming hands felt like a heated iron against my skin, however, it was a pleasurable heat. A heat that threatened to consume me entirely.

His lips touched and sucked every crevice of my body, as I surrendered in a trance of sexual ecstasy. My hands hastily snaked along his taught, fiery skin feeling his strength beneath my palms.

Oh, he was so toned and felt so right. Hot, moist kisses were showered all over my trembling body as we explored the contours each other's body. I couldn't describe this feeling that I was experiencing; it was foreign and I feared that if I gave in to it, I may just get lost in it.

Taught muscles flexed beneath my touch as he held me pinned against the door. Erratic breathing and hot breaths filled the air; the sounds of the waves crashing outside intermingled with the atmosphere, and before I knew it, his hand hooked into the neckline of my shirt and he tore it apart in one clean swipe.

I gasped, rendered speechless for a moment. How the hell did he do that? My eyes immediately shot open and I shuddered as our eyes clashed. The piercing stare of his crimson eyes had me enthralled as if I were gazing into the hot depths of a volcano.

"What are you?" I asked, mesmerized.

His lips moved seductively as he said, "A flame that will burn you into total submission, leaving you scorched with overwhelming desire."

I nearly came in my pants as he uttered those words. His lips and the words that came out of them were so promising, so sensual.

My body came alive instantly as he touched me. I couldn't help myself, I melted in his arms.

He's annoying yet he's so damn sexy.

I glanced down at my torn shirt and back at him, finally coming to my senses. Wait, this is Mr. Dick Almighty I'm talking about here. If I give him my ass so easily, he's going to think little of me.

I can't have him mocking me.

My rational thoughts soldiered on and I flashed him a defiant glare. "You wanna know who I am?" My voice was contrary to the look that I gave him as I whispered in his ear.

I watched through the corners of my eyes as a smile curved on his lips. "Enlighten me."

"I'm a fallacious whore that's not interested in getting scald from your queer ass. This is goodnight, and you owe me a T-shirt." I pushed him away and quickly opened the door and stepped out, taking quick steps as far away from that room as possible.

I breathed heavily as I wandered the huge yacht aimlessly, trying my hardest to get away from him. Even though I wasn't in his presence anymore, I still felt his essence. It was strong and compelling. I felt the urge to turn back and fuck him as he offered.

But I can't. My pride won't allow me. He's so fucking sure of himself that it burns me. I dislike a boastful man. He's all bark and no bite.

I've had my fair share of boastful cocksuckers and trust me, I was highly disappointed.

I sighed as I slowed my pace and noticeably realized that I ended up in a small sitting area overlooking the sea. It resembled a dark abyss of never-ending water, waiting to devour you in seconds.

Maybe I should take a jump because my body felt like an inferno and the cool water would definitely regulate my temperature.

"Your face doesn't look familiar. Who are you here with?" A feminine voice said and I pitched, startled.

I turned to face a female with long, auburn hair, clad in a black, cocktail dress. She stood up from where she sat in the dimly lit, seating area, and approached me.

Her beauty was astonishingly breathtaking. She possessed a perfectly proportioned body and eyes that were the same color as his. Don't tell me there will be another round of sibling harassment.

I was not in the mood for it. "Look lady--"

"I can sense your irritation and I can understand why you are feeling so but you've captured the attention of a man who's ruthlessly determined to have what his eyes have set themselves upon." She said as she walked up to me.

Didn't she just ask who I am?

"I'm not interested, now would you please leave me alone," I said dismissively, turning away from her.

"If you would simply try to understand a dragon's heart, then you will know his pain and struggle." She continued with a cryptic remark.

I was about to walk away but the word 'dragon' stilled my attempt. "What exactly are you talking about?" I whipped around to face her.

Her red lips broadened and she closed the gap between us with the sensual steps of a true temptress. Her stilettos clipped against the smooth surface of the floor as she did so.

Our eyes connected and she ran a manicured nail down my cheek. "Drakos always gets what he wants. He's never left unsatisfied. You, my darling will soon be another body count added to his list of lovers. It is only a matter of time. Although it baffles me why Drakos would consider taking the leisure in courting and bedding young wantons like you."

"E-Excuse me!?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "First and foremost, who are you and why the fuck do I care if he has a thing for a man's ass? He's going to have to work for this and I'll make him work his rich ass off until he drops from exhaustion. I make the rules here, not Draco, or whatever the fuck his name is." I bit back saucily.

She chuckled and looked me square in the eye as her eyes glowed a deeper shade, just as his did and what had me stepping back with a gasp is when iridescent scales ran along her face and within seconds they were gone.

What the fuck did I just see? I blinked several times, unable to believe my eyes.

When I blinked once more, within seconds, she disappeared.

Okay, I think that's it for the night. I need to get off of this yacht because I'm now hallucinating.

Stephon had better hurry up get his fuck on because I'm not wandering this boat by myself.

Dragons.

The word replayed in my mind. What could she possibly mean when she said that?

I shook the thoughts from my mind and strode over to the tables, taking a seat. I decided to avoid going back there; I refused to see that man or his brother again.

That woman resembled them both so the bitch might be his sister.

I sighed and threw my head back against the soft cushion of the chair. I wanted to go home and crash out on my bed.

Tonight was eventful and creepy altogether.

Furthermore, Stephon kept this crucial information from me. If he'd tell me that he knew the guy, I wouldn't have tagged along. But wait, Stephon probably didn't know.

I'll question him later. But right now, my mind needed rest.

I peered out at the vast ocean as the soft music played, pondering that I should have never stepped foot into that publishing building.

If I didn't, I wouldn't have met him.

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