Virgin: Undone by the Billionaire. Jennie Lucas

never have.

      And what she was starting to realize that she desperately wanted.

      His attention.

      His affection.

      His love.

      Lia tried to tell herself that she didn’t care. The next day she went on a catamaran with Mrs. O’Keefe and Ruby, circling the island to see the sharp black cliffs of Na Pali, known as the Forbidden Coast. As the crew set up fresh pineapples, papaya and mango with chocolate croissants and a full breakfast, Lia sat with Ruby, who was wearing a baby-size life jacket. She stared out at the ocean.

      Bottle-nosed dolphins followed in the wake of the boat, and in the distance she could see sea turtles swimming in the warm water. The brilliant Hawaii sun was hot against her skin. It was paradise.

      It was hell.

      Tonight I won’t let him take me, she promised herself.

      But when he came to her that night after she’d fallen asleep, waking her with his lips against her mouth even as his hands reached beneath her nightgown to stroke her naked body, she trembled and obeyed.

      Not because he forced her.

      Because she could not resist.

      Some nights he didn’t even bother to kiss her, but tonight he did. She heard the thwap-thwap-thwap of the ceiling fan above them as he pulled off her nightgown and panties in the darkness. She couldn’t see his face. She could only feel his hands, rough and seductive against her skin. She felt her body start to rise, even as her heart split in her chest.

      “Please,” she cried hoarsely. “Please don’t do this to me.”

      For answer, he kissed down her naked body, nuzzling her breasts. She felt the rough hair of his legs against hers, felt his hard muscles against her soft body. Her body cried out for his touch, like an addiction she couldn’t control.

      Stroking her hips, he spread her legs and tasted between her thighs. Her breathing became shallow, quick gasps.

      She wanted him. Wanted this. So much it was killing her.

      But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

      She wanted all of him.

      She was in love with him. In love with the man who was so loving to their daughter. Who for one afternoon had been kind to her, as well.

      She’d fallen in love with her tormentor. Wasn’t there a name for that?

       Marriage.

      “Please, just let me go,” she whispered. “Roark. Just let me go.”

      A trick of moonlight traced his cruel, sensual mouth as he gave her a smile.

      “You’re my wife. You belong to me.”

      He thrust into her, and she gasped as her whole body arched to meet his with the shock of unwilling pleasure. And she knew she loved him. Wanted him. Wanted everything.

      She loved a man who only wanted to punish her.

      And as he left her to sleep alone, she knew she’d just lost herself, body and soul, in hell.

      The next morning she was surprised to see him at the breakfast table. Drinking black coffee and reading a Japanese-language newspaper, he didn’t even bother to look up when she sat down across from him.

      Then he said, “We’ll be leaving for Tokyo today.”

      Leaving Hawaii? Lia should have been relieved. She should have been thrilled.

      Instead she felt sad. These four days could have been a romantic honeymoon. A chance to make a wonderful memory as a family. Instead she would look back on their days in Kauai and remember only pain.

      “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve,” she pleaded, ignoring the painful lump in her throat. “Couldn’t we at least stay here until …”

      “We leave within the hour,” he said coolly. And, throwing the newspaper down on the glossy wood table, he left her to eat alone, and salt her own bitter coffee with tears.