Sweet: A Dark Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton Page A

“Okay, if you say so.” He made it clear with his tone that he was simply indulging her, much like he would a small child.
    Her stomach rumbled at that moment, and it broke the atmosphere. He released her neck and sat up, rolling off the bed before extending a hand to her. “Come on. We’ll shower and eat breakfast, and then maybe we can go for a swim.”
    “In the pool?” she asked timidly.
    He shrugged. “There’s a pool, or we could go in the ocean. Whatever you prefer.”
    “How about a kiddie pool in the backyard?” She said the words lightly and carelessly, but there was real fear in her eyes. “I don’t swim.”
    There was more to that, and he was determined to find the answers, but at the moment, he was starving. The only thing he wanted more than food was another quick fuck in the shower, with her luscious breasts pressed against the glass door while he drove into her from behind. His cock liked the idea enough to spring to life with immediate interest. Breakfast was a long time coming.

Chapter Six
    Kat sat on the edge of the pool with her feet reluctantly dangling in the shallow end, her stomach twisting into knots as she watched Declan slice cleanly through the water, swimming lap after lap as though it required no exertion at all. He was obviously an accomplished swimmer, but being so close to the water made her anxious, and the idea of him swimming in the deeper water really brought beads of sweat toher forehead .
    She had managed to avoid his suggestion for swimming for the last five days, even going so far as to deliberately seduce him away from his plans more than once. He wouldn’t be swayed this morning, and he had dragged her from bed, insisting she come with him for his usual morning exercise that he had skipped the past few days in favor of a more carnal workout. She’d tried protesting, but soon found herself agreeing as he licked her pussy to encourage submission.
    She hated seeing his head disappearing below the waterline before popping up again a moment later previous to the pattern repeating. If he got a cramp or had some other kind of problem, she couldn’t save him.
    She tried to tell herself it was solely her personal interest that motivated her, but she knew that wasn’t entirely true. True, if he died, she’d be stuck on this island for who knew how long, at least until she figured out where he hid his cell phone and the key to the boathouse.
    He claimed to keep that near him at all times, but she had yet to see any evidence of it over the past five days, and she had been practically glued to his side. He had insisted on it, but to her shock, she hadn’t minded being his shadow.
    Eventually, she would find a way off the island if something happened to him. He had mentioned periodic grocery deliveries, so surely one of those would be coming again soon. It shouldn’t make her worried or afraid if he got in over his head, literally, and drowned. She should be praying for that outcome, but as she watched him swim vigorously, she couldn’t muster enthusiasm for the idea of his death. In fact, dread at the idea pierced her, and she bent forward slightly when a pang shot through her stomach.
    It was startling to realize she didn’t want to lose him, and that had nothing to do with self-preservation. In fact, keeping him or staying with him was contrary to every shred of self-preservation, wasn’t it? He always flirted perilously close to the edge of pushing her past her boundaries, and she feared how much control he maintained over her.
    It wasn’t the little things, like deciding when they went to bed or when they woke up, because that was usually just a natural rhythm into which they had fallen. No, it was deeper and more intense. The way he could control her body terrified her as much is it enthralled her. When his hands squeezed her throat as she was coming around his cock, she was equally parts invigorated and horrified. She still hadn’t reconciled herself to her dark