BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief by Savannah May Read Free Book Online Page B

thing I wanted was for her to talk about her boss and be reminded of- that.
    “It's great. I might be able to work full time by next month. Which would be awesome seeing as you and Laurent don't seem eager to get me on board with you. Oh, my boss says to say hi.” There it was, fuck it. I could have just let it roll over me, instead I took another massive slug from the tequila bottle and felt the amber liquid sear through my throat all the way down to my gut. It seemed to please Faustine no end, my discomfort and she slid out of the chair across from me to sit beside me on the bed.
    “Stina, you're my cousin,” I told her.
    “Second cousin,” she replied too fast, as though she had it planned. “It isn't illegal, we could even get married.”
    “Yeah, I ain't the marrying kind.”
    “I know. But you are the loving kind and so am I. You know I've always loved you. Since I was a little girl and you ducked me under the water when we were swimming.”
    “That was a long time ago. You've been at school in Cape Town for more than a decade since then.” Faustine was from a bizarre off-shoot of the family, hence her slanted dark eyes and coarse hair that made me awkward to admit we were related, because of course, she had to tell every single person she was a Beauregard.
    Her hand on my thigh burned through me and that girl came into my mind. I had wanted it to be her here in my room, the room I'd been moved into, evacuated from the master suite in my own house.
    “And I've been waiting for this moment all that time,” she breathed, eyelids lowering in a futile attempt to be sexy. Still. Her hand working up the inside of my muscle, grazing my already tight groin was too much. Her palm found her desire, tugged at the zip and slipped it out of my jeans. She bent over and wrapped her mouth around the shaft and I closed my eyes with a moan, imagining those coral lips of the girl in the john at the club.
    When I came out of the stall and found her bent daintily forward across the sink, lips pouted out to run the sponge of gloss all over I swear to god my cock roared with the demand to drag her back into the stall and pull that dress up and fuck her hard.  Shit, I wouldn't even have had to pull it up, it barely covered her other lips and I could not get them out of my mind. Blame it on the booze, blame it on Pollyanna and that slip of black jersey clinging to that dangerous body and barely skimming over that pert round ass.
    I flipped Faustine over and yanked her shorts down, no way I was getting my mouth anywhere near her. She was fine with it, as the desperate ones always are, thinking if they can get your cock inside them you're sure to love them right after when in fact it's the total opposite. I rammed into her and she matched my thrusts, impaling herself back onto me, milking me hard. With thoughts of Polly, I came in less than a minute but I didn't care. I wanted it over and didn't bother to make excuses or reciprocate. I felt like a shit but she got what she wanted and I fell back on the bed, into sleep thinking only of tomorrow and nothing else.
     
    Indie
    Indie woke late the next morning- part jet lag, part excess fizz. The sun was flooding the room with soft light and she could hear the girls squealing as they splashed in the pool below the window. She stepped out onto the terrace and observed the island in the first full light of day, the sweet air warm and fragrant. Some great author had apparently written more than a century ago that when God finished creating Heaven, he made Mauritius, or some shit like that but wow, it was spot on.
    From the second floor she caught a flash of brightest turquoise- the smooth ocean was minutes back down the track and she couldn't wait to see it that afternoon, albeit with a heady mix of trepidation. Every nerve ending was firing with the thought of seeing sexy Damien, who she would only ever think of as Damn from now on, but she was also terrified. Aside from a body built for