SLAVE TO YOUR LOVE
Because he didn’t, couldn’t, and wouldn’t care.
Not that he did now, he assured himself. Not really. But whatever this was inside him, with its deep claws and driving lust, with its mad obsession over a woman who had tried to leave him twice today already, it was too close. Much closer than it should have been.
It pumped in his blood. It made him hard. It made him want. It was outrageous. He refused to allow it any more traction. He absolutely refused.
“Prepare one of the motorboats,” Andrey said in a low voice, and heard a burst of action behind him, as if the yacht’s entire staff had been poised on a knife’s edge, waiting to hear the order. “I will fetch that damn woman myself.”