My heart pounds in my chest. Gerald's expression is cold and calculating, even in the face of a threat. A thrill of fear and excitement runs through me.
Gerald smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I won fair and square. Just accept you lost."
In a flash, the scarred man throws a punch, but Gerald dodges it smoothly. Chaos erupts as the men all rush at Gerald at once.
I'm shoved to the side as Gerald meets them blow for blow, his tailored suit soon spattered with blood.
I watch in awe at his vicious grace, mesmerized despite the violence. With an efficient combo, he drops the last man groaning to the ground.
Gerald turns to me, his chest heaving, his eyes alight. He pulls me close again, the thrill of the fight still surging through him.
"Do you see?" he murmurs in my ear. "I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life. And that I'm not one to be crossed."
I feel his heart pounding against mine, and realize my own is racing to match it. Being with him suddenly seems dangerous, but not for the reasons I thought it might be. And it's kind of exciting.
Gerald takes my hand and leads me away from the groaning men. Adrenaline still courses through me as we walk back toward the main lobby.
"Let's get out of here," Gerald says, his voice low and controlled once more.
We head outside into the warm tropical night.
The sounds of steel drums float on the breeze as we stroll along the beach, hand in hand. Torches flicker, casting a golden glow over Gerald's handsome face. He gazes at me intensely and I feel weak in the knees.
"Dance with me," he murmurs, drawing me close. We sway together under the stars to the island rhythms. Gerald runs his hands along my body and I melt into him.
"Any requests?" he asks.
"Your choice," I smile.
"As you wish," he grins. "Don't say I didn't give you a warning," he says over his shoulder as he approaches the band between songs.
As he walks back, the sounds of a steel drum version of a popular song strike up behind him.
I laugh with joy as he takes both of my hands in his and we dance together, my head on his chest.
Gazing up at him, under the star- and moonlight, a surge of emotion hits me. His eyes meet mine and I sense he feels the same.
"I—" I begin to speak, but Gerald silences me, dipping his head until his mouth meets mine in a passionate kiss.
His lips are soft, his kiss commanding, causing my pussy to clench as a dozen butterflies are released in my stomach.
"Are you hungry?" Gerald asks as the song ends.
His question makes me realize I'm famished, and my stomach grumbles in response. He hears it and laughs. "I take that as a yes. Come with me, beautiful," he says, taking my hand once again and leading us back to our suite.
Chapter 8
Alina
Gerald orders us an intimate candlelit dinner delivered to our balcony.
He feeds me bites of lobster, brushing his fingers against my lips. "You're exquisite," he whispers. "You're like a dream."
"So is this food," I reply, blown away by the buttery, delicate flavors of the lobster and the rest of the sumptuous spread laid out before us. A girl could get used to this.
Afterward, he leads me to the bedroom.
I flush as I remember my dream, way back from when I first met him online. Will the real Gerald be as kind, as attentive, and as focused on worshipping me?