Circle of Death by Celia Loren, Colleen Masters

mine. Our tongues tangle as he lets his hands glide down over my stomach, fingers brushing against the peaks of my hips bones. My body begins to tremble as I feel his fingertips against the bare skin of my thighs. The throbbing need in my sex is drowning out any rational thought that might linger in my mind. All I can think about is how good it would feel to have him slip inside of me, to feel him pulsing and flexing against my most tender flesh.
    A low groan escapes me as he slides a hand between my legs, letting his fingers run along the thin cotton panel of my panties. He grins down at me, feeling how wet I’ve already become for him.
    “I fucking love how much you want me,” he growls, cupping my sex in his sure hand.
    “I do want you, Devlin,” I whisper.
    “How much do you want me?” he demands, tucking two fingers beneath the band of my panties. “Tell me. Now.”
    “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I pant, my entire body screaming for him to slip those fingers into me. “So much that I could just...push you onto that bed and straddle you without a second thought.”
    “I figured,” he growls, and takes a step away from me. His hands lift from my body, leaving me reeling and confused before him. I look up at him imploringly and he smiles calmly and crosses his thick arms.
    “Why did you stop?!” I gasp.
    “I told you I’d teach you to submit,” he replies, straightening his tee. “You’re clearly not ready to hand yourself over to me. This is your first lesson. When you can put yourself entirely in my hands, then I’ll give you what you want, understand?”
    “But I was—I would have—” I stammer, sinking down onto the edge of the king sized bed in my new room.
    “You wouldn’t have,” Devlin insists, brushing my black hair behind my ear. “Not yet. But you’ll get there, Logan. I’m all you have on this rock. And you’re the only woman I’m interested in out here. Just you wait, we’re going to have the sexiest, most incredible fucking week together. As soon as you’re ready to let me take you.”
    He takes my upturned face in my hands and kisses me, hard and deep. His strong, powerful tongue fills my mouth, and the taste of him sends me reeling. Goddammit. I can’t believe I blew my chance to have him right here and now. I guess he’s taking the upper hand again, showing that he can play hard to get.
    But hell if I’m not ready to play his game, too.
     

Chapter Ten

     
     
    Devlin’s arranged for the rest of my day to be as perfectly relaxing as possible. This is still a resort, debauchery and all. He’s arranged spa treatments, massages, and even a restorative yoga class for me. I know he’s trying to loosen me up so that he can finally have his way with me—but that honestly just makes the whole day even sweeter. And since all the rich men and their female companions are still asleep this early in the day, I’ve got The Club all to myself. For now, at least. I try to take careful mental notes every step of the way, the better to construct my article for FootSolider when the time comes.
    But with every passing hour that I spend here, it becomes harder to keep my investigation at the front of my mind. This island is so removed from anything I’ve ever known that it almost feels like the rest of the real world doesn’t even exist. I try and fail to imagine how I could ever describe this island, this club, to anyone who hasn’t seen it up close. The way it wholly changes you, makes you into someone entirely new...how could I explain that to people who hadn’t felt it for themselves?
    After I’ve returned to my new bedroom, I treat myself to a long, hot bath. And of course, a drawn-out, steaming session of self-love is in order, too. I touch myself in the warm, scented water, picturing Devlin all the while. The orgasm that ripples through my body just thinking about him is more satisfying than most of the sex I’ve had in my life. Truly.
     

     
    The evening is