Chapter 003

SIENNA'S POV

If anyone had told me twenty-four hours earlier that I would be standing barefoot on the deck of a luxurious yacht beside the most dangerously attractive man I had ever met, I would have laughed in disbelief.

Yet here I was, the endless ocean glittering like scattered diamonds beneath the afternoon sun, a gentle breeze tugging at my hair as the vessel glided smoothly through the calm waters.

"This doesn't feel like a date," I murmured, my fingers tightening around the polished railing.

Dylan’s low chuckle resonated beside me. "It isn’t."

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow, and he offered a faint, crooked smile. "I don’t take women I barely know on dates."

The words hung between us for a moment before I laughed softly. There was something disarmingly honest in the way he spoke, as if he had no need for pretense.

He simply stood there, gazing out at the horizon, and for the first time in weeks, I felt the tension in my shoulders begin to ease.

"You smile differently when you’re truly happy," he said after a while.

The observation caught me off guard. "You’ve only known me for a few hours."

"I notice things." His gaze lingered on me intensely.

I cleared my throat, shifting the conversation. "So, what is it that you actually do?"

"Business," he replied simply.

"That tells me almost nothing."

A little smile touched his lips. "It wasn’t meant to."

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t suppress my amusement. "Mysterious men are incredibly frustrating."

"So I’ve been told."

We shared another quiet laugh as the yacht slowed, approaching a secluded cove where the water shimmered in impossible shades of turquoise.

The captain anchored offshore, and a small tender carried us to a pristine private island of soft white sand fringed by gently swaying palms.

After a leisurely lunch of fresh seafood, grilled vegetables, and ripe fruit served on the beach, we wandered along the shoreline.

The warm sand shifted beneath my bare feet, and the distant silhouette of the yacht bobbed peacefully in the cove. When I slipped on a smooth rock near the water’s edge, Dylan’s strong arms caught me instantly, steadying me against his chest.

I froze, suddenly acutely aware of every point of contact. His body radiated warmth against the cool sea breeze, and the subtle scent of his cologne. His hands remained at my waist, firm yet gentle.

"You should be more careful," he murmured, his voice low.

"I was distracted," I whispered.

Our eyes met, and the world around us seemed to fall away. The gentle lap of waves, the rustle of palms everything faded until there was only him. Slowly, he lifted a hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Then he leaned in, giving me every chance to pull away.

Our lips met in a soft kiss that quickly deepened with shared hunger. His mouth moved against mine with exquisite care, one hand cupping my cheek while the other held me close. When he began to draw back, I chased the contact, my fingers tightening in his shirt.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed against his lips, the plea trembling out before I could stop it. “Please, Dylan… don’t stop.”

His breath hitched, those dark eyes almost black in the moonlight locking onto mine with a predatory intensity that made my stomach tighten.

A dangerous smirk tugged at his mouth. “Sienna…” His voice was low, rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“I want this,” I whispered, my voice cracking with nerves and raw need. My fingers curled into his shirt, clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world. “I want you to take my virginity. Here. Now.”

He stilled, surprise flashing across his sharp features before it melted into something darker, hungrier. “Are you a virgin?” he growled softly, his hand sliding possessively down my body, squeezing my breast hard enough to make me gasp.

“Fuck, of course you are. Look at you, trembling, fragile little thing. And you’re offering yourself to me?”

I nodded, ignoring my heart hammering against my ribs. “Yes. I’ve never… I want it to be you.”

Dylan’s laugh was low and edged with something almost cruel. “I don’t do calm sex, sweetheart. Ever. I fuck hard.”

I swallowed deeply, my eyes lingering on him.

He claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue dominating mine as he shoved my shirt up and yanked my bra down. His hands were rough, fondling my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I arched off the towel with a sharp cry.

“Such pretty little sounds,” he murmured against my throat, biting down just hard enough to sting. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

He pushed me flat onto the large towel spread across the shaded sand, settling between my thighs like he owned me.

His mouth carved a hot, wet path down my body, sucking hard on my nipples, then lower, until his tongue found my swollen clit.

He licked and sucked with filthy skill, two thick fingers curling deep inside me, stroking that spot that made my vision blur. I came fast and violently, sobbing his name, fingers tangled painfully in his dark hair as my hips bucked against his face.

He rose over me, a dark aura radiating off him.

His cock nudged my entrance, hot and insistent. “I’ll try to go slow at first,” he rasped, voice dark with restraint. “But once you’re stretched around me, I’m not holding back.”

The first thrust pushed in, a burning stretch that tore a sharp cry from my throat. I tensed, nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, thumb circling my clit in tight, relentless strokes while he whispered filthy praise against my ear. “Breathe, baby. That’s it… taking my cock so well for a virgin. This tight little pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

The pain slowly melted into a deep, aching fullness. I nodded frantically, legs wrapping around his waist. “More… please, Dylan. I need you.”

He started moving slow, deep thrusts at first, then harder, faster, driving into me with a raw power that made my back arch off the towel. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the distant crash of waves. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks exploding behind my eyes.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, one hand pinning my hip down, the other sliding up to wrap loosely around my throat not squeezing, just holding me there, reminding me who was in control. “So fragile… and so fucking greedy for it.”

I moaned helplessly, meeting his thrusts as best I could, my body surrendering completely. “Harder,” I begged, voice breaking. “I want to feel you tomorrow.”

His eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. “Careful what you wish for, Sienna.” His pace turned punishing, hips snapping forward, cock stretching me wide with every brutal stroke.

His thumb kept working my clit in tight, slick circles until the pressure inside me coiled unbearably tight.

“Cum with me,” he growled, voice rough and commanding. “Let me feel you.”

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave harder, deeper than before.

I clenched around him violently, crying out his name as my whole body shook. Dylan followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against me as he came, his powerful body shuddering above mine.

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged.

The dark intensity in his eyes hadn’t faded. If anything, it had deepened like this was only the beginning.

“What the hell did I get myself into?”

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Morning light filtered through the yacht’s elegant windows, casting a soft glow across the luxurious cabin.

I stirred slowly, my body deliciously sore in places I had never felt before. For a blissful second, I simply lay there, wrapped in crisp sheets that smelled faintly of Dylan’s cologne.

Then reality crashed in.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table and froze at the screen. Thirty missed calls. My stomach dropped as I scrolled through them.

Several were from my father, the most recent from barely an hour ago, along with a string of concerned texts.

Where are you? We were supposed to go to the company together this morning for your orientation.

Call me immediately!.

I had completely forgotten due to everything that had happened last night. The important schedule I had with my father had slipped my mind entirely.

Panic surged through me. I sat up quickly, ignoring the ache between my thighs, and glanced at Dylan. He was still asleep beside me, his breathing deep and even, one arm draped possessively across the bed where I had been.

He looked unfairly handsome in the morning light, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, but I couldn’t linger.

I dressed as quietly and quickly as I could, slipping back into my clothes from the day before.

My heart raced with guilt and urgency. Without waking him, without leaving a note, I slipped out of the cabin and made my way to the deck. The crew was discreet, one of them helped me onto the tender without questions and ferried me back to shore.

The moment my feet hit solid ground, I hailed the first taxi I saw.

“Downtown, please. As fast as you can,” I told the driver, my voice shaky.

As the city skyline grew closer, I leaned my head against the window, watching the streets blur past.

The memories of last night of Dylan’s touch, his voice, the way he had made me feel alive lingered like a secret I wasn’t ready to examine too closely. But right now, I had to face my father and the responsibilities I had nearly abandoned.

I just hoped it wasn’t already too late.