You were captured. You were completely at the mercy of those seething red eyes. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Why the fuck were you staring at me?"
Your eyes glanced down at his lips and then back up at those eyes so close to your own. "I couldn't help myself. The world just seems to revolve around you."
His anger let up, if only slightly. "I don't like when bastards stare at me."
"It's a good thing I have both parents," you whispered.
He was leaning in, ever so slowly. His breath ghosted over your lips and you shuddered slightly. You knew what he wanted from you and you knew he would get what he wanted. As angry as he was, he would have been furious if your eyes had been on another. Your eyes slid half way closed, waiting for him to move the last few inches.
"Bitch, you shouldn't talk back to me. I could ruin your life."
His touch on your lips made a fire burst forth. His fingers dug into your sides as your arms clung around his neck. He moved his thumbs against the bare skin of your hips, making you press further into him. He pushed you into the wall and pulled away. He dragged his fingers down your cheek and jaw, forcing your head to turn up.
He loved the way you fought for breath. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet, bitch," his words quietly reached your ears. A knee forced its way between your legs. "And when I am, you won't be looking anywhere but at me."
You would have told him you couldn't look anywhere else if you could. But his lips found yours again and you were lost in him. He wasn't going to give you a chance to catch your breath. As long as he was on this island, you would answer to him.
He would make sure of it.