Deep Dive: An enemies-to-lovers billionaire romance (Deep Love Series) by Lauren Winter (good books to read in english .TXT) 📕

Her mouth is warm and tastes like heaven. She pulls away and shyly looks up at me with her big round orbs. The green in them matches the color of the sea. My heart leaps happily like a golden retriever. I can ignore the army of women who would throw themselves at me, but this girl can finish me with just a look.

I have never kissed a woman more intoxicating than her. All I can see is her in front of me and all I want is her. The wet outline of my boxer brief plainly shows the state of my desire. My cock is screaming to be free from its fabric constraints. She looks down and reaches for it shyly and we both know what we want. She only has eyes for me, and I only want the ravishing creature in front of me.

Slowly, I lower her onto her back in the bottom of the boat. The hull forms a natural privacy screen around us. There is nothing in the world but us. I run my hands up and down her velvety smooth skin and my mouth swallows her increasingly frantic moans. I rip the half-wet dress off her and relish in the sight of her bare, glorious body. Her green eyes lock onto mine, full of lust and a little bit of hesitation. She looks at me bashfully as she unhooks her bra and frees her full, round breasts. I take one of the soft rounds into my hand and squeeze it hard as I suck on the other pink pebble with my mouth. She gives me a deep, throaty groan.

My girth is screaming to get out now and sink into her wet softness. No, not yet. I tug at her panties with my fingers and pull them over the length of her smooth, lovely legs.

Her eyes lower to my groin greedily but she admits in a small, tight voice, “I—I’ve never done this before.” She stops, but her emerald eyes beg me not to stop and leave her like this. I would never do that. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.

With a growl, I pull off my boxer briefs and lower myself on top of her. My teeth pull at her earlobe and in a husky voice, I declare, “Good. I want to be your first and your last.”

Her breath catches in her throat as my fingers wrap around hers. I leave a trail of kisses from her face to her neck, between her luscious breasts, and all the way down to her abdomen. Her body opens up to me like a flower, ready to receive my attention. I bend down to kiss the flowery center between her legs. My eyes lap up the image of her pink petals glistening with wetness. My long, hot tongue plows into the depth of her center.

She tastes like honey and lilacs and mine.

Chapter 7

Amelia

My stomach feels sick.

He’s been in the water for what seems like hours.

I try to look over the side of the boat, but my legs wobble with the shaking of the boat from the waves, so I slump back down on the hard, damp wood.

Nothing but water around me.

I scan the surroundings for another boat, someone, anything, but no one is in sight. I contemplate if I know enough to row myself back to the shore and call for help, but decide against it. I will wait. Fear drenches me like an icy bath.

Still nothing.

Even though the bright afternoon sun is beating down on me, I feel cold and my field of vision darkens. I hug my arms to fight the shivers, but they won’t stop.

I am curled into a small ball. It is dark. I am hiding in my closet.

I can hear my father’s voice yelling downstairs. The soft voice answering him is my mother’s. All the staff is gone for the day. This is always the time when he would choose to strike. When we’re all alone with him. He thinks I am still at school, even though I have a sore throat and had to stay home. When Mom heard him come up in the private elevator through the intercom, she made me hide in here.

I can hear the banging of furniture and the yelling gets louder, so I hug myself tighter. It is small and dark in the closet, but it doesn’t feel small and dark enough. I think he will easily find me here. I am so scared that he will.

It is hard to connect the monster downstairs with the Dad who plays with me and buys me presents. He takes me to all the parties and proudly shows me off in custom designer dresses. He has never raised a finger against me, but I’m sure he soon will. Mom has bruises and cuts that she artfully covers with fashionable necklines and expensive makeup. I am so afraid that one day he will kill her and then no one would stand between us. What would I do if I lose her?

I hear Mom yelp in pain, but it’s muffled. She doesn’t want me to hear. She never does. That’s why she told me to hide.

My fingernails dig into the flesh of my arms and I bite so hard down on my lips that they bleed. The taste of blood revives me a little and I open my eyes to look around. I am dazed to find that I am still alone in the rocking boat.

A big splash of seawater hits me on the arm as Fletcher climbs into the boat with the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. A few struggling, spiny lobsters are in the wire net in his hands. I shoot up from my seat and stare at them.

They look like giant angry insects, and I recoil in disgust. My mind is such a mess that I don’t even have