Page 9 of Stalked By the Yacht Captain

"New beginnings," I echo hollowly, clinking my glass against his, wishing I was anywhere but here.

Two hours later and the investor's laugh cuts through the music, too loud, too forced—a gaudy display.

He inches closer, his hand finding my bare knee under the table. I stiffen, disgust coiling in my gut.

"Excuse me," I say, voice icy, but he mistakes it for encouragement.

"Just getting to know you better," he slurs, his grin all teeth and no warmth. His fingers inch higher, and panic flares within me like a warning flare at sea.

"Hey!" The sharp command slices through the tension. Andrew stands there, every inch the captain of this ship, command rolling off him in waves. His eyes are stormy seas, and I know he's furious.

"Take your hands off her," Andrew growls, voice low and dangerous.

The investor chuckles, oblivious to the gathering storm. "Relax, Captain. We're all friends here."

"Friends don't force themselves on people." Andrew's words crack like a whip. In one swift motion, he grabs the guy by the collar and drags him up, muscles flexing beneath his shirt. Before anyone can react, he marches the investor to the edge of the yacht and—with an almost casual flick—sends him splashing into the dark water below.

The shock is palpable. My parents gasp, voices overlapping in a cacophony of outrage and confusion.

But I'm frozen, heart pounding, as Andrew turns back to me with fire in those piercing blue eyes.

"Andrew, what—" I start, but he's already striding toward me.

There's nothing apologetic about the way he pulls me close and captures my lips with his. It's a kiss that speaks of storms and wild seas, of raw passion unleashed.

His mouth moves over mine with a fervor that leaves no room for doubt, no space for anything but the fierce grip of his arms and the taste of salt on his lips.

Around us, the world fades to nothing—there's only the heat between us, the urgent press of bodies. Andrew breaks the kiss, a predatory glint in his eyes, and without a word, he lifts me into his arms.

My heart races as he carries me away from the stunned silence of my family, away from the pretense and the suffocating expectations.

He kicks open the door to the captain's quarters, and then we’re all over each other like two people dying of thirst. Clothes are shed like old skins. We're Adam and Eve discovering sin for the first time.

Andrew's touch ignites me as his fingers find my core. He uses the pad of his thumb to draw circles on my clit while two fingers plunge into my soaking wet pussy.

I gasp, arching against the stark white of his sheets, lights from the harbor flickering through the portholes like distant stars.

Our breaths are heavy, mingled with the scent of the ocean and raw desire.

"Christ, Sandy," Andrew groans as he watches me unravel under his expert touch, his voice husky with lust.

His mouth descends on mine again, kissing me deeply, tasting of salt and promise. I pull him closer, needing more of him, every part of him. His erection presses hard against my thigh, and I reach down, eager to feel him.

"Want you so bad," I whisper against his lips.

Andrew's response is to shift, positioning himself between my thighs. His eyes lock onto mine, intense and unyielding. "Tell me you're mine," he demands, a wild edge to his tone that sends shivers racing down my spine.

"I'm yours," I breathe out without hesitation.

With that confirmation, he pushes into me slowly. The stretch is exquisite—a perfect fit that feels both overwhelming and exactly right.

We move together in a primal rhythm—pushing and pulling, giving and taking.

"Fuck, Sandy," he groans against my neck, and I arch into him, lost in the raw intensity of the moment.

"Andrew," I gasp, nails digging into the solid planes of his back, urging him on. There's no holding back—the walls of the quarters might as well be paper-thin for all the noise we're making.

"Let them hear. I want everyone on this motherfucking ship to know you’re mine," Andrew grunts, his movements relentless, each thrust driving home how right this feels, how inevitable.

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