Drawn to You: Volume 3

By: Vanessa Booke

“You’re too young. You don’t know what you want,” he says writing me off.

His words leave flesh wounds across my soul. Tristan’s age isn’t something I thought of as a hindrance to us. Four years doesn’t seem like that much older. Does my inexperience turn him off? I may be more shy and reserved than I want to be, but that doesn’t mean I’m clueless. Or maybe it’s the lack of lifestyle that’s making Tristan hold back. I’m not sure how to be a proper submissive and maybe that’s what he really wants. Although if that’s true, why is he paying any attention to Ceci?

“Why? Is it because you think I can’t tell the difference between wanting you to make love to me or tying me up and fucking me?”

A smile emerges from Tristan’s lips. I step back as a dark look crosses his face. He advances toward me with a predatory smile.

“Watch your mouth, pet. Or do I have to teach you a lesson right here?”

His hand cups my face.

The heat sears me as his thumb traces my lips. I open my mouth and suck. A strangled noise comes from Tristan as I open my eyes. His thumb leaves my mouth with a pop.

“Fuck, I want my cock inside those velvet lips.”

I melt at his words.

There’s no denying I want him, too.

“I thought you saw me as your sister?” I tease.

For a moment, his eyes leave me as he stares over my shoulder. A slight tint spreads across his cheeks. Is he blushing? The realization hits me that I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tristan blush. Not even once. My sex grows wet with desire.

“That’s the last way I think about you,” he growls.

My heart skips as Tristan pushes me up against the yacht railing, not once letting go. His lips make contact with mine in a mind-blowing kiss as his hand massages my breast. My nails tear into his hair, desperate to show him how much he turns me on. Tristan yanks my hands behind me and sinks his teeth into my neck. I gasp at the sensation as it leaves me on the tip of an orgasm. His warmth recedes as he pulls away from me. Our ragged breaths reach a fevered pitch. I pant trying to wrap my head around what just happened as Tristan steps back putting space between us. He lifts my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Most of the time, I think about you in chains with your sweet pussy soaking wet for me. I think about fucking you with my paintbrush and then my mouth until you’re bursting and until you’re begging me to come inside you. To own you. To devour you. I think about fucking that sweet little ass. Does that make you feel better? To know that anytime I’m near you, I’m fighting to keep my desire under control?”

I blush, unable to vocalize just how much I need him to want me that exact way.

A low chuckle escapes him as I bite my bottom lip.

“You’ll be the end of me.”

Or the beginning of our infinity.


My desire overtakes all rational thoughts.

It takes all of my strength to break away from Emily as a familiar voice calls for her. My insides heat at the sound of her name on his lips. It’s that little asshole, Tyler. I could beat the shit out of him for trying to kiss her. Who the fuck does he think he is?


My chest constricts at the look of disappointment that plagues her face. She wants me just as much as I need her. Emily reaches out for me as I step back. Our bodies are always entangled in a never-ending dance. I need to go. My fingertips itch to touch her again, but there’s an invisible restraint that keeps me immobile. I watch as she smooths her hair and straightens out the sundress that she’s wearing. The yellow color pops against her skin, giving her a youthful glow. Even in the darkness, she’s like a light that beckons me.


Her voice is small and needy. It pulls at me with an irresistible force.

“Emily, if you don’t leave now…” I warn.

My cock is begging to break free from the hold of my jeans. Begging to be buried in between Emily’s sweet folds. Her eyes widen as her eyes lower to the bulge in my jeans. Fucking hell.

“Go,” I command. “And if I see that bartender with his paws all over you, I’m going to throw him overboard.”

A smile breaks across her flushed face. I’m tempted to throw him overboard now, but I force myself to forget the anger I felt when he touched her. I inhale the smell of her sweet lavender scent, and it only seems to make my cock stiffen more.

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