Chapter 1

Mason Remington was going to burn in hell for eternity and he didn’t give a care. Lisa Woods walked into the room where Remington Atlantic was holding its grand opening for its newly launched Hotel and he hadn't been able to take his gaze off her.

She was fucking stunning but sadly a forbidden fruit. His best friend’s little sister. As if that wasn't enough, she was engaged to be married to her long-term boyfriend, Ross or Ryan, whatever his name was he absolutely hated him.

The little girl he watched growing up wasn’t so little anymore. She’d become somewhat of a burden for him whenever she came close. Her scent, her eyes, her freakishly cute smile. He'd try to fight it but found himself unable to resist her powerful lure.

But he was done, he wasn't going fighting it any longer. She was here, tonight, and his best friend Chris was nowhere around, along with her stupid boyfriend which only more than confirmed to Mason that the time was right and it was time to make his move.

He downed the glass of wine he held and excused himself politely to the group he was conversing with. He made his way through the crowd to where she was standing smiling so beautifully. In all honesty he hadn’t known she was going to be here tonight, he would have most definitely bailed—something about her gaze made it so damn difficult for him to breath, think or even function properly.

 Still making his way to her, a server stopped and offered her wine, and she showed those perfectly aligned teeth of hers in an elegant smile ~oh the plans he has for that mouth, he thought. 

She was in a killer dress that hugged her in the right places, matched with the perfect shoes that screamed 'please fuck-me' 

and a hairstyle that practically begged him to tug it down. Her neck, drawing attention to the slender column that begged for a man’s lips. Her body was perfect and he definitely had plans for her but first he was going to make sure she was completely his. 

What was he saying? he was going insane; she wasn’t his anything. Chris was definitely going to murder him if he knew what he was going to do to his sister, things you definitely should not do to your best friend's little sister.

He’d endured long enough time feeling like the worst sort of criminal for lusting after his best friend’s baby sister. But she’d turned twenty-two this year, it had marked a huge difference in the way he viewed her, he been thirty-four and even though he knew she was still far too young for what he expected from her, he no longer had the patience to wait any longer. 

She was an obsession, and although it was so difficult for to him admit, he was willing to take the risk to finally taste forbidden fruit and he was going to have her all that was left was for her to know that exact thought. 

Finally reaching her, he gave a sheepish smile and wrapped his coat that he had taken off while making his way to her earlier around her, he wasn't going to let anyone else see what he considered his.

 Her body was far too exposed, the off-the-shoulder backless dress drew attention to her breasts, he wondered how the hell the dress stayed on in the first place. Men were looking and they stared like he had been all night, with their predator gazes. 

Grabbing her wrist, he walked her out of the hall to a tinted glass door leading to the beautifully decorated balcony. 

“What the hell, why in God's name did you drag me outside like this?” she muttered. 

Before she could say anything else, he hauled her forward so that she landed against his hard chest. Her mouth at that instant flew open in surprise, and an almost small sigh escaped. Her lips were dangerously close to his.

 She could feel his breath, feel his strong arms wrapped around her slender body. At this point his jaw tight and bulging as if he was holding himself back, he knew he had to lost the battle, the battle going on in him all these years. Between his brain and his mad desire for her. 

She put her hands on his chest, seeming to push him away and before she could his mouth crashed down over hers, hard, heated, demanding. And oh God did she love it. He could tell by the way she completely melted in his arms. Basically, submitting herself to him. 

His tongue pushed inward, hot and sensual, gliding over hers as he swirled his tongue around hers. He didn’t simply kiss her. He devoured her, possessed her with just a kiss. In that instance he knew she was owned completely by him. He wanted every other man she’d ever kissed to fade into obscurity. She became boneless, his heat, his touch, that sinful mouth. He going make sure he was everything she could have possibly dreamed and more. His teeth grazed over her lips and he softly nipped at the fullness, just enough to make it sting and tell her who was in charge. His movements gentle with a sensual lap of his tongue and a soft kiss over the bow of her mouth. He drew away from her and stepped back slowly. 

“Fuck! I have wanted to do that for the longest time,” he said in a raspy voice.