Page 53 of Heartless Sinner

“You want to cut Vittoria’s hand off? Go ahead. It won’t bother me.”

I looked out over the dark water, still rolling my hips against him.

For someone I’d just called a maniac, I was doing an embarrassingly bad job of getting away from him. At this rate, I’d end up bent over the railing for him.

“Of course I don’t want to cut off her hand,” I hissed. “I’m not a maniac, like you.”

“Tragic.” He lowered his chin to my shoulder and clicked his tongue. “I like when my Fawns show ownership.”

“Too bad I’m not your Fawn.”

“You will be soon.” He gave my ass another slap. “Now go back to your room.”

“I don’t take orders from you. I’m staying here and dancing with all the hot guys.”

Before I could move, he spun me around.

Riiiiip.

My dress split straight down the middle. Cool air hit skin that definitely hadn’t been exposed seconds ago.

I looked down to find my corset sagged open. A strapless nude bra was all that covered my chest. I was now half naked on a yacht. Great.

“What the hell, Brooks!”

“That’ll stop you from dancing with all the hot guys.”

I shoved him hard enough to make him stumble before peeling the ruined dress the rest of the way off.

“Being almost naked won’t stop me.” I kicked the dress aside. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Cory. Maybe he’ll help me take the rest off.”

Brooks closed the distance before I could react. He hooked his fingers into the center of my bra and ripped it apart. My breasts spilled free.

For once, he shut the hell up.

He froze, still clutching the torn piece of my bra between us. He pressed his tongue into his cheek.

My nipples tightened, and the bra slipped from his fingers.

“The princess isn’t allowed to wander around naked.” His voice came out rougher than before. “Terrible for the royal image.”

He flicked my nipple.

Goose bumps scattered across my skin.

He brushed his knuckles against the underside of my breast. “I want to bend you over this railing and fuck you so hard.”

I bared my teeth at him while silently begging my body to remember that this was the same asshole who’d dangled me over a cliff last night.

It seemed my vagina had a short-term memory problem because part of me still wanted to drop to my knees and find out exactly how hard he was for me.

“I’d rather jump over this railing,” I forced myself to say.

His hand dropped from my breast. “Funny. You weren’t that brave about falling in the water last night.”

“You were also too chickenshit to throw me in.”

He stepped closer. “You keep pushing me, and I will.”