"I wonder what he thinks about it," she asked, shaking her head slightly. "He wants to kill me," Victor replied without a doubt. "Why? To pop in and be my savior?"He turned his face to hers, his eyes gleaming with obvious intent now. "Give direction to my thoughts all week."Her lips were drawn into a perfect curve, and she dared not ask - she didn't need to ask - to clarify where his thoughts were going, because her own had already gone there. She's trying to keep busy, but in her mind, the fact that they're getting married, and the whole weekend now before them, is like a form of hypnosis.If she wasn't paying attention, she would feel like she was being carried away by these thoughts, most wanting to remember every detail of that night. "Are you hungry?" The question was the last thing she expected. She shook her head, but didn't stop making eye contact, she can't. "Do you want to go swimming? Or fishing?" Swimming? Despite the warm weather, that was the least of Amy's conce

This is a heavy question with only one answer. She needs him. But what she needs more is to put the past out of her mind. She just doesn't know what to do. Marrying Victor made sense that day, but she didn't realize she would be living and having sex with the man who broke her heart and destroyed her self-esteem.She sincerely believes she's gotten over it all, but the more the idea of sleeping with Victor becomes a reality, the more her fears surface, leading her to believe he'll reject her again. And how severe will the sting be this time? No. I won't be long.The dusky is filled with shards of light that split from the slowly setting sun like golden arrowheads on a fuchsia and peach background. The stars are just beginning to twinkle overhead, and the air smells of salt and summer. For the first time in years, she longed to capture landscapes on canvas.She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the colors she would be mixing to distill exactly the right hue—beyond Amy's color r

Paraiso De Montero, Amy couldn't help thinking how elegant the name was as his yacht approached a small pontoon. Even on the deck of the ship, she could see the calm atmosphere here. Tall green cliffs surrounded by dark green grass and spiky trees descend gradually to form a white sandy beach overgrown with dense trees, creating the impression of nature running amok,Through the busy, old tree trunks, she caught a glimpse of a home - so fleeting, she couldn't see much detail, so her stomach was full of curiosity and anticipation. But it's not just the scenery. There is a subtle ephemerality to the light, her fingers crave the familiar brush grip again, and her artistic mind analyzes texture, shape, and color, imagining exactly how she would capture this natural palette.As the crew steered the boat into the dock and expertly guided it to the edge of the pontoon, Amy stood on the railing with her elbows on the railing, her hair ruffled by the warm breeze, her eyes on the island. She had

It's one thing to promise yourself in the wee hours of the morning to respect your boundaries and make sex less of an issue, but quite another to see his new wife in a revealing blouse. Her tanned, smooth thighs cling to her body like a second skin, as she apparently wears them while swimming.She was lying on a recliner with her face tilted toward the house, her eyes closed, and her brown hair falling to her shoulders. She looks beautiful, untouchable, and downright sexy. So much for good intentions. When all his blood had pooled in a particular part of his body, he walked towards her, glad that his shorts were black and could somehow hide the evidence of her attractiveness. He moved until his shadow was on her face, and he watched and waited.Slowly, her eyes opened, locked on to his, and a frown briefly tightened her face, then she sat up, embarrassed and self-conscious, reaching for the towel and pinning it to her chest, as if she wasn't one of his business shirts, it was hers.

Her lips parted in surprise. damn it! She is so careless. "What do you think? Of course, I have a silly crush on you." His jaw tightened. "But I’m just a young girl." "Twenty-five," he pointed out."Thanks to my parents and brothers, I was inexperienced and sheltered. You're not like anyone I've ever known. But that's not true, Victor. None of this is true, none of this is real." "That sex is real," he replied sharply, surprising them both.Her lips parted, trying to figure out how to respond. But Victor arrived first, his voice low and firm. "You're my wife, and you want me now as much as ever. You can't keep running from this, Amelia." Her eyes snapped shut, and the beautiful name on his lips evokes her longing. He was right, she was running away because the alternative scared her unconscious."We've agreed on the terms of the marriage," she said, with grim resignation in her tone. "I have no intention of breaking our agreement." "It's not good enough." She wondered at the