KASMINE.
“What the hell?”
A sharp ache pulsed at the side of my head as I winced, my body instinctively curling inward. My limbs felt unusually heavy, like I’d been drugged-or in a deep sleep I couldn’t remember falling into.
Blinking against the soft golden light filtering through the room, I slowly pushed myself up, my fingers gripping the silky sheets beneath me. These weren’t the sheets from the plane.
Where the hell was I?
My gaze darted around, taking in the space. Spacious. Extravagant. Surreal. The kind of place people spent a lifetime saving up for a single week in.
The high, vaulted ceiling was made of dark wood, elegant yet rustic, with pure white curtains that billowed lightly from the breeze seeping through the open balcony doors.
The floor was polished oak, dark and rich, so clean it almost gleamed.
The air smelled different-salty, warm, and rich with the scent of the ocean.
I immediately turned my head toward the sound of water lapping against the stilts beneath the cabin. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows was an endless stretch of deep, crystal blue that surrounded the overwater villa, glittering under the midday sun. No land in sight.
My stomach dropped.
What the-
I yanked the sheets off me and nearly gasped when I looked down.
What the hell was I wearing?
Soft lace and satin that barely covered me-a sultry deep red lingerie set, the kind you wore when you were expecting to be fucked out of your mind.
A transparent, netted robe hung loosely around my shoulders, offering no real coverage.
My skin prickled.
The last thing I remembered…
I was on the plane.
I’d taken a sip of the orange juice the air hostess handed me. Kester had been sitting next to me, barely sparing me a glance as he typed away on his phone.
And now…
I was here.
In Maldives.
Dressed like this.
What the hell did Kester do?
I turned, intending to step down from the bed to look for Kester, but the moment my eyes landed on the other side of the room, a violent shudder ripped through me.
My breath caught.
Lined up neatly on the sleek, marble-topped console beside the bed were the shameless display of things I had never-never-thought I’d see in my life.
Sex toys.
My skin went ice-cold, then fever-hot.
A whole collection of them.
Different types. Different sizes. And obviously, different…functions.
I froze, my stomach twisting in a way I couldn’t describe.
They were arranged like some goddamn exhibition.
My feet carried me slowly across the room, rounding the bed, even though I was too scared to get closer.
One by one, my eyes traced over them.
A pink, rabbit-like vibrator with a part that felt so flexible… its surface was so smooth and innocent-looking compared to the rest. From the way it looked, it was used for the… Wait… What part of the female body is this one used on?
I was totally confused. I had only seen these things passively online without ever paying attention to them.
Beside it was a thick black wand with a broad head and sturdy handle, making it look more like a weapon than a pleasure tool.
A slender, pink silicone one with ridges. Another, sleek black with an attached remote. Gods. My stomach clenched.
Then-
A silver plug, small but weighty, with a sparkling gemstone at the base. A matching pair of silver balls, connected by a delicate chain… A curved glass rod…
What in the heavens are these for?
Unease danced beneath my skin to a foreboding tune. I swallowed hard as my gaze landed on the biggest one in the lineup.
A towering, veined silicone cock, almost monstrous in size.
Thick. Veined. Heavy. Lifelike.
My breath hitched.
My fingers twitched at my sides. Against my better judgment, I reached out, picking it up with my tentative, unsteady hands.
It was detailed down to the last ridged vein. The blushed tip, the firm base, even the way the material felt just slightly warm to the touch when I hesitantly lifted it.
The weight of it-heavy.
The size of it-terrifyingly huge.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my mind racing with questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answers to.
What the hell did Kester plan to do with these?
My pulse rioted in my ears so much that I barely even noticed the door opening, and a deep, smoky voice filled the room.
“Not even half as big as mine, is it?”
I flinched violently, with my heart beating so fast I fought not to choke on it.
The toy slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with a soft thud.
My heart stopped.
Slowly-so, so slowly-I turned toward the door.
And there he was.
Kester.
Standing there with his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, the other unbuttoning the first clasp of his crisp white shirt, and then the next, and the next.
My gaze followed the movement.
His intense eyes-forest green, dangerous-locked onto me with an intensity that sent a sharp, liquid heat curling in my stomach.
My throat went dry.
“Kester…” I called, swallowing hard.
For some reason, I felt ashamed and uncomfortable having to be in the same room where I had my big stepbrother and these toys together.
It was the weirdest thing ever.
“Yes, baby,” He replied, straightening off the wall and taking very slow steps toward me.
All the buttons of his white sleeves were now undone, and my eyes couldn’t help but trace the perfect ridges of his chest and abdomen.
He smirked and slowly peeled off the shirt from his body, the movement making his muscles flex so freely that I felt the urge to run my fingers over them.
I didn’t realize I had been staring until my thighs pressed together, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“You can have a better look now, Mine. It’s all yours,” His words were wrapped in pure seduction as he tossed the shirt aside and his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.
Was this meant to get me dripping wet? Because it certainly was.
He was doing this deliberately and it was working. Otherwise, how would you explain the way heat pooled in my lower region just by watching him undress?
I stood so totally lost that I forgot all about what I was about asking him.
He let his trousers fall freely, pooling around his feet as he walked out of them.
Kester stood before me in his boxers, and Selene, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at how packed up down there was.
I took a step back without thinking.
For some reason, I was nervous. And for other reasons, I realized Kester had bought those toys for me… For us.
He reached for me, his large, warm palm closing around my trembling fingers, bringing them up to his lips. His mouth was so hot against my skin.
“Welcome to Maldives, baby,” He said, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of my body, which was covered in nothing but the lingerie he had dressed me with.
“How… How did we get here? Can’t remember landing,” I swallowed, asking in a barely audible voice. Perhaps it was just the roaring of blood in my ears that made me not hear myself properly.
He hummed, trailing soft kisses along my wrist. “You had quite the nap, baby.” He replied, but it didn’t make sense. How could I have slept for over thirteen hours? That was impossible. Not unless I was dealing with a man like Kester. He made it possible.
“What did you do? You made me sleep that long, didn’t you?” He smirked but didn’t respond, pulling me gently close to himself.
Why was I worried?
Oh, gods above. Kester had surely done something I might not like. Or… Did he make me sleep so he could plan a surprise for me?
No. It wasn’t making sense.
But before I could think it further, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my lips, kissing a slow line down the side. Each kiss sent a sizzle between my legs, and I tilted my head to give him more access before I suddenly pulled back.
“What are these for?” I gestured toward the toys.
“They are for us, baby. I’ll use them on you while I fuck you,” He said ever so casually, like it didn’t mean anything.
My lungs stopped working, but I swallowed hard, my eyes darting to the assortment of items he had so carefully arranged. The sleek, polished metal. The leather straps. The ones designed to tease, torment, and control.
Everything about them screamed dominance. Power. Pleasure laced with something darker.
My pulse spiked.
“Wait. You can’t possibly use these on me,” I breathed out in a shaky voice.
A deep chuckle rumbled from him, “Why not?” he murmured, his fingers grazing my jaw, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Scared?”
Those things looked terrifying.
And yet, the way he said it and looked at me made my body burn with a dangerous curiosity.
“Come on, Mine. I’ve been waiting impatiently for you to wake up.” He guided me to the bed as he picked up a chain, partly covered by black leather.
“What are those?” I asked curiously, my gase nervously flicking from the chains to his eyes, which held pure delight.
“These would bind you to the bed, while I do things to you your body would thank me for afterward.” He kissed my lips ever so slowly again before pulling away and whispering into my ear, “Now, lay down. I’m as horny as fuck.”