Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. Bu...
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The roar of the jet ski thundered beneath us as we flew across the shoreline, water splashing high against my thighs. Sinna's hands gripped the handlebars like a pro. I held on for dear life, screaming through laughter, my arms locked tight around his waist.
"Slow dung likkle, nuh!" I shrieked, but he only turned his head slightly and flashed that damn grin.
"Mi nuh come yahsuh fi do nuh slow riding !" he hollered, gunning the engine harder.
I couldn't even be vexed. The way the sun poured over his bronze skin and the way the sea glittered like crushed ice beneath us, it felt like we were in our own music video. No stress. No noise. Just vibes.
When we finally slowed and cruised back onto the warm sands of the beach, my legs were weak from laughing so much. Sinna jumped off, offered me his hand, and pulled me in close, his chest heaving from the rush.
"Yuh good B?" he teased, wiping a bit of water from my cheek.
"Barely. Yuh waan kill mi fi true."
He kissed my nose.
"Mi waan kill yuh wid fuck ."
**
Later, the sun spilled golden light through the glass walls of our suite. I stood near the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps of my backless red maxi dress. The fabric hugged every inch of my curves. I was about to grab my heels when I felt Sinna behind me.
Him. Silent. Watching.
"Yuh look good," he murmured, voice low and thick.
"Mi know."
He stepped closer, tugged gently at the tie of my dress, eyes glued to mine in the reflection.
"Sinna... we late."
His fingers worked slow and smooth. The knot came undone in one pull, and the dress slid down like silk puddling at my feet.
"Mi nuh care," he said. "Mi rather get some a this rather than watching yuh walk out di door."
His lips didn't waste a second, trailing from my collarbone to the dip of my waist. He hoisted me up with ease, laying me flat against the bed. My back arched the second I felt the weight of him pressing into me, body hot and demanding.
"Yuh know how long mi a wait fi this?" he whispered, voice deep and rough, brushing against my skin like fire.
I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed into me slowly, his grip tightening on my thighs. A soft moan slipped from my lips before I could hold it back. He moved with intention each thrust deeper, stronger, sending ripples through my body I couldn't contain.
"Fuck ... Romain," I breathed, nails sinking into his back, dragging down his skin as waves of pleasure rolled over me.
"Fuck...," he growled, sweat trickling from his jaw to my chest as our bodies collided over and over again, the sounds of skin against skin blending with the ocean breeze and my gasping cries.
