Anna stumbled into the garden at the back of the hotel, where the after-party was taking place. She shoved a hand through her hair and then clenched it at her side.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," she muttered repeatedly under her breath. "You knew what he was doing but still fell for it. Stupid."

The image of that smirk after he ran his hand dangerously high on her thigh, and asked her to stop him.

But she hadn't.

Had done nothing but clung to him like a weak little fool. That smirk. That smirk mocked her.

Anna walked further into the garden, a new wave of shame swirling inside her.

She took a chug too quickly from the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon she had swiped off a table, and coughed as the liquid rushed down her throat, a few getting into the wrong track. She swore under her breath.

She moved to stand behind a pillar in the garden, hoping it obscured her from anyone passing the hallway or getting air in the balconies. Hoping no one saw her like this.

She looked anything but perfect. She definitely didn't feel like it.

She could feel a tingle down her back, over her thigh and it infuriated her to think she was still reacting to him.

Anna tipped the bottle back, speaking around the mouthful of wine. "'Sjust the wind."

After a few more gulps, Anna placed the bottle of Cabernet by her feet, muttering about how she really shouldn't get drunk at her sister's wedding. Laughter from inside punctuated her thoughts.

"I still have to help her with that wedding night get-up," she muttered to herself.

Her arms came up around her, teeth chattering slightly from the night's chill.

A sudden warmth draped over her shoulders. She startled, turning, only to see Jason standing behind her, his jacket hanging loose around her.

Jason tilted his head, a teasing smile tugging his lips. "Careful, Princess. You'll catch a cold before you catch your breath."

Anna tensed, her spine going ramrod straight. Her fight-or-flight mode, which she was constantly in around him, kicked in.

She couldn't leave.

That would look like running off with a tail tucked between her legs and she was no loser. She turned away from him to hide the war on her face.

Maybe she should shrug his jacket off, throw it back at him. But that would be stupid. she was cold and if she was going to stand her ground, she wasn't doing it shivering.

"Who knew chivalry wasn't dead," she bit out, pulling the jacket tighter around her.

Jason chuckled and came to stand beside her, fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. Anna fought the urge to edge away, put more distance between them, frowning as he lit a cigarette.

He took a puff, then offered it to her. "It'll warm you up."

Her nose wrinkled. "I don't smoke."

"Your loss." He shrugged.

He took a drag. Smoke filtered from his lips as his hand lowered.

"You should stop," Anna interjected, snatching the cigarette as he raised it to his lips again. She flicked it to the ground like it burned and crushed it under her heels. "Your lungs would thank you."

Jason stared, hand hanging, and then, scoffed. "What are you? A doctor?"

"Actually, yes. I'm a resident."

"Right. Forgot that." Jason took a step toward her, his gaze darkening. Anna took one back without thinking. "Well, Doc, how else do you suggest I get warm?"

His gaze dragged to her mouth, dark red, a shade deeper than her dress, and lingered. His fingers flexed at his side and his throat worked once. When his eyes lifted to hers again, the corner of his mouth tugged, like he'd caught the hitch in her breath.

His voice dropped a notch. "We could finish that kiss, huh?"

Anna blinked. It took a beat for her to realize he was talking about that moment on the dance floor. She cleared her throat quietly. "Wh-what kiss? You drunk or something?"

Music and laughter echoed in the background, but it felt far off, like they were in their own world.

He stepped closer, and trying to keep some semblance of distance between them, Anna placed a hand on his chest, pushed.

"Weren't you taught to respect other's space?"

Jason's gaze dropped to the hand pushing against his chest, and when it came back up, it was hooded. There was a fire there, like she had just hit a nerve.

"You always acted like I wasn't good enough." He grabbed the hand on his chest, pulled her flush against him, knocking the jacket off her shoulder. "But tell me you don't feel this right now?"

She pushed against his chest, desperate to create some space between them. "Stop projecting your-mmph."

Jason's mouth covered hers-hot, heavy-his arms around her waist keeping her locked in. His lips moving over hers was anything but sweet. It was heated, pent-up, a tug-of-war. One she was losing.

They stumbled back, her back pressed against the pillar she'd been hiding behind, rough against her naked back. She gasped and snatching the opportunity, Jason deepened the kiss. He sucked on her lower lip and Anna's knees buckled, grateful for his arms around her.

He bit her lip and with a low moan she brought her arms around his neck, surrendering to the desire surging through her. She moved her lips against his, eyes shut tight and she felt it, that stretch of lips on hers, satisfaction at her giving in. But she didn't care.

Not anymore.

What mattered was the hand trailing up her thigh through the slit in her gown. The hand pressed to the side of her breast. The way his touch sent sizzles down her spine.

His lips left hers, finding its way down her neck-open-mouthed, hot kisses-and she shivered against him. She brushed up against him, asking for more as her nipples tightened painfully against the friction.

His lips went to her ear, nibbling and then he murmured, "This wasn't supposed to happen." He pulled her closer anyway, grazed his teeth over her lobe, and smirked when she jerked against him. "If you want me to stop, tell me now."

He pulled away slightly and ran his fingers over her cheeks, down to her neck, lower and grazed over a hardened nipple. Anna's back arched, pushing her breast into his palm. He palmed it, moving his hand around in circles. Anna bit her lower lip, her breath faltering.

Jason pulled his hand away and she whimpered.

"Open your eyes."

Her eyes fluttered open, met his and her breath caught at the look on his face. His usually lighter, silvery grey eyes had darkened to a charcoal, storm-cloud, almost black.

His forehead furrowed, jaw tight, and it dawned on her just how much he was holding himself back. His hand at her waist tightened, and he jerked her against him, asking in a voice so deep it sent jolts through Anna's body to the area in between her legs, "Tell me to stop."

And then he pressed against her, pushing her into the pillar, his hard budge heavy on her stomach.

How could she? He got her wound so tight she would snap any second from now. Her hands tightened around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck

"One night," she whispered. "Just one night."

His head lowered, their faces inches apart. "You won't forget tonight for a long time, Anna de la Vegas."

Anna's stomach flipped and she knew: She just made a deal with the devil.

And it was going to get her in trouble.

"After you," Jason said as he pushed open the suite door, eyes boring into Anna.

Anna's heart hammered against her chest. She slipped past him, the brush of their bodies sending a shiver through her. She tried to steady her breath as the room's soft lamplight spilled across marble and velvet.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind and she startled.

"Relax, Darling," Jason coaxed, fingers sliding through her hair like he owned it.

Anna swallowed the lump in her throat. "No one can know about this. Not Elena. Not your brother."

Jason tugged her back against him, grounded his hips into her and tugged at her underwear; the elastic material stretched and snapped back against her skin. Anna gasped.

"I know how this works, Sister-in-law."

Heat prickled down her spine. Of course he would. Women probably lined up to be ruined by him. She told herself she wasn't any different.

Just two reckless adults. By morning, they'd pretend none of this ever happened.

Jason caught her chin, thumb stroking her cheek as if he could read her thoughts.

"Stop thinking." He brought her hands to his chest, steady, commanding. "Undress me."

His eyes dared her to disobey.

He placed a finger under her chin, keeping their eyes locked. "Go ahead."

Anna's trembling fingers worked the buttons, but her eyes dropped, greedy for a glimpse of taut, toned muscles that were being exposed.

Jason's grip tightened, tilting her face up. "Eyes here."

Anna swallowed, her tongue darted out and flicked over her lower lip. Her heart thundered so loudly she was afraid he would hear. He crashed his lips onto hers suddenly, a strangled sound slipping from her throat.

He sucked on her lower lip and she moaned into his kiss, parting her lips to let him in. His tongue slipped in, tangled with hers, staked his claim, and when he sucked deep on her tongue, Anna's knees buckled. She clutched onto his shirt just to stay upright as his hand grabbed the back of her neck, angled her head and the kiss deepened.

She rubbed her thighs together, helpless against the onslaught of his masterful lips. He bit her lower lip and tilted his head the other way, pulling her upper lip into his burning mouth.

She tried to breathe. Tried to keep up but he was like a hungry lion having its first taste of food in days.

Heat. Pressure. The taste of him. She was dissolving too fast to resist. She clung to him. Rubbed up against him. Desperate for his touch.

She couldn't breathe. He pulled her impossibly closer, his mouth sucking on hers like he wanted to swallow her whole. She shoved at his chest, in need of air, and he finally broke away with a wet pop.

Anna had just sucked in a quick breath, only to be swept off the ground like she weighed nothing, a yelp escaping her lips as Jason headed for the bedroom.

Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, greedily tracing the warm, hard ridges of muscles. Jason's fingers tightened on her skin.

His voice next to her ear was hoarse and thick with desire. "Careful," he rasped. "Keep touching me and I'll fuck you right here on the cold floor."

A shiver shot through her, her nipples tightening at his words. Heat surged to her lower belly, wetness pooling in-between her thighs. As if having a mind of their own, her fingers danced over his shoulder, up his neck and to the hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged.

He stopped dead. He let go and she slid down the length of his body, every inch of him imprinting against her, every ridge and hardness. His hardness poked at her thigh and she froze.

Jason stepped away from her, shrugged off his shirt. "Strip."

Her throat went dry at the sight in front of her. The six packs. The muscled chest. The hard, taut muscles of his shoulders.

Her hands trembled as they reached for the strap tie behind her neck. She tugged at it and in one fluid motion, the silk pooled at her feet. She stood there in her lace thong, bare skin, nothing else.

His sharp intake of breath washed over her. His gaze dragged over her breast to her mound that the thong did a bad job covering. Every part of her body his dark, hungry gaze touched, burned.

His voice was deeper than any she ever heard. "On the couch."

She obeyed without thinking. She made her way to the couch and sank into the plush cushions.

"Spread your legs."

She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. A frustrated groan left Jason's lips and Anna jumped at the sound. Before she could blink, she was pushed back on the couch, Jason's lips over hers.

His hands grazed her nipples, and he shoved her thighs apart, settling between them. He took her breast into his mouth, biting, sucking, tugging until sparks shot to her core.

"Jason-" she gasped, desperate.

Pleasure jolted through her, straight to her pussy and she arched into him. His teeth grazed her nipple, fingers tugging, hard, at the other. An ache so deep bloomed in her pelvis, and her hip arched off the couch, searching. With a hard suck on her nipple, he pulled away.

Anna whimpered, reaching out.

"Wider."

She obeyed, flushed and trembling, feeling the wetness soaking through her thong.

"Open your eyes."

Anna's lashes fluttered and her breath caught as she met his hooded gaze.

"Sit up."

She did.

"Watch me."

She nodded, not sure she could speak. Her body pulsed with a need so consuming. She'd never felt anything like it. He ran a finger down her wet, hot length, through her flimsy thong, teasing, and her hips jerked.

"So wet for your brother-in-law," he murmured, cruel and reverent at once, his fingers caressing her inner thigh.

Anna's pussy pulsed with need and she whimpered. "I- please-"

Jason smirked. He grabbed her thong and with one pull tore it off her. Anna gasped and then cried out as his finger flicked over her clit. She arched her hips, aching for him. He ran his fingers along her length, pressing down when he got to her clit. Anna's hands clenched and she shut her eyes, biting down on her lower lip.

Jason stopped his onslaught. "Eyes on me."

Anna's eyes flew open, lowering to watch him. As if rewarding her obedience, Jason slipped a finger into her opening. Anna gasped, working her hips, desperate for more.

His eyes trained on her, Jason slipped another finger into her. And another. Anna's lips parted wider with each finger and her legs shook, her breath coming in quick successions. And then Jason began to move his fingers in and out of her.

In. Out. In. Out.

Anna's head fell back on the couch, her loud moans, and the wet sounds of Jason's fingers fucking her filling the room.

"Look at yourself," he said roughly. "so fucking hungry for me."

Anna's head jerked off the couch to watch him, rotating her hips against his hands. Jason's pace increased, his fingers curving when they moved deep inside her, hitting her spot, his thumb rubbing on her clit.

"Oh my god," Anna whimpered, hips jerking off the couch as she felt the high roll in. "I-faster-please."

Jason's fingers pulled out of her and she cried out at the loss, only to shatter again when his tongue replaced them. Hot, wet, relentless, a delicious feel against her pussy.

She gasped, grabbing onto Jason's hair as his tongue began to lap at her pussy, his hair rubbing against her clit, driving her closer to that cliff.

Jason hummed as he sucked on her pussy, his teeth grazing her clit.

Her head fell back, her grip on his hair tightened and she bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood. Jason swirled his tongue inside her and pressed a thumb against her clit.

Without warning, an orgasm slammed through her. Her cry pounced off the room, eyes shut tightly, her legs spasming around Jason's head even as he continued to tongue-fuck her, sucking up all the juices that spilled from her.

Jason pulled away as she slacked against the couch, crashing down from her orgasm. He knelt between her legs, tongue darting out to lick up her juice dripping down his jaw.

Anna moaned at the sight, running her fingers over his abs and chest.

"We're just getting started," he murmured. He grabbed the hands roaming his chest and brought it to his fly.

"Unzip me."

Anna's hand shook so badly pulling down Jason's zipper became a hard task. Jason stayed kneeling between her legs, watching her flustered actions with a near-feral look in his eyes.

"The more you make me wait... the more I can't guarantee you'll be able to walk by morning."

Anna froze, wide eyes meeting Jason's. "I-we can't. Elena-" A breathless gasp escaped her lips, words dying on her lips as Jason pinched her clit.

Pain and pleasure shot to her pussy, and it clenched, needing to be filled.

She pushed down his slacks to reveal his boxer briefs underneath, and sucked in a quick breath. His cock strained against the snug fabric, a hard outline she'd only felt moments ago.

Heat shot through her as her gaze lingered: she tore her eyes away too late, knowing the smug curl on his lips meant he'd caught her.

He pushed off the couch, dragged the boxer briefs down and his cock sprang free, hitting against his stomach. Anna's mouth went dry and she swallowed as Jason pushed both his slack and boxer briefs off, standing there in all his naked glory.

Anna couldn't take her eyes off him. Her pussy pulsed and her heart raced. His length was massive and thick, with veins just as prominent crisscrossing all over it. Without thinking, she reached out but Jason slapped her hand away before she could touch it.

"I want to be inside you. Now."

Anna swallowed again as Jason climbed back between her legs. "I-I don't think-humph."

Jason grabbed her thigh and pulled her under him. His voice was gruff. "It'll fit just fine, Honey."

He grabbed his cock, ran the tip along her length. Anna hissed and he tensed, muscles bunching. "You're wet and begging for my cock."

He ran his dick along her length, coating it with her juices and Anna's legs jerked. He poked at her opening with his tip, teasing, smirking when Anna pushed her hips forward, chasing him.

"What's the magic word, Princess?" He asked, pulling back.

Anna swallowed, biting down on her lower lip. Jason moved his cockhead in a circle around her entrance, and Anna trembled, her pussy aching, clenching agonizingly.

"Please," she choked out.

He aligned his dick at her entrance, his body taut, veins popping along his neck. "What do you want?"

He moved his hips, smirking at the look of torture on Anna's face despite his control already stretched thin.

"You-take me. Please," Anna begged, and inhaled sharply when his cockhead pushed into her.

"Good girl."

And then, without warning, he pushed into her with one thrust of his hips. Anna gasped, eyes wide, tears glistening in them as he stretched her out, filling her to the brim, pulsing against her walls. Jason grunted, holding still for a second, stunned at how tight, how fucking good she felt around him.

He circled his hips, pulled out and thrust back into her, and she whimpered, Jason's groan reverberating through her. He moved in and out of her, slowly, forehead furrowed, fingers digging almost painfully into her thigh. Anna's whispered moans filled the room as his dick brushed deliciously against her walls with each slow, calculated thrust.

She reached up to touch him, and he grabbed her hands with one of his, placed it above her. She whined, wanting to run her hands over his taut, rippling muscles.

Jason's pace slowed more. "Don't move, unless I say so."

Anna nodded quickly, biting on her lip.

"Wrap your legs around me," Jason grunted, his breath heavy.

Anna obeyed, and they both hissed as Jason's dick hit deeper. Whispered curses spilled from Jason's lips as his pace picked up, and Anna moaned, her legs tightening around him, her walls clenching greedily around Jason's dick.

"Fuck!" Jason cursed. He let go of Anna's hands, and wrapped his hand around her neck instead.

He pulled back slowly, dragging against her clenched walls, then slammed in harder, faster, pounding into her with a rough rhythm that left no space for air between her cries. Anna's nails scrapped against the leather of the couch, looking for something to hold onto. She brought a hand to her lips, bit down on it to stop her whimpery cries.

Jason's pace turned almost feral, each thrust deeper than the last, shattering through her clenched walls, the rhythm building until the couch creaked beneath them. Until Anna's back scraped against the couch as she bounced against him.

Her legs dropped from around him, and she grabbed hold of the hand wrapped around her throat, her nails digging into the arm. Jason's hips snapped forward faster, his dick growing inside her, and Anna thrashed under him, moved her hips forward to meet his thrusts, sobs escaping from her throat.

He grabbed her legs, placed it on his shoulders, and held them together with an arm by her knees, his other hand holding her in place by her waist. A sharp cry escaped from Anna's hips as his thrusts got rougher, harder, faster, hitting places she never knew existed. Her back arched off the couch, her cries getting louder, her nails digging into the couch as her high rolled in.

Skin-on-skin slap, wet sounds, all mingled with her cries, with Jason's grunts, the air thick with arousal.

"Fuck-you feel so fucking good," Jason growled.

Anna's walls stretched to let him in with each thrust, and then, squeezed deliciously on his dick as he pulled out as if unwilling to let it go, driving him crazy in the process. Anna felt like his dick was hitting all the way to her stomach with each thrust forward, branding her, sending a jolt of both pain and pleasure to her core.

Jason's thrusts turned relentless, pounding into her until Anna's cries broke into breathless sobs. Her nails clawed at the couch, her body trembling under the sheer force of him.

Jason shifted her hips higher, tilting her pelvis so every push drove him straight into that hidden spot inside her. Anna's back arched off the couch, her cries turning breathless, her nails digging into the leather.

"Jason-oh god-" she cried, her head snapping back as her walls clenched hard around his cock.

Jason grunted, snapping his hips faster, rougher. He slowed, deliberately, rolling his hips in a tight, circular motion, his cock dragging against her walls, then spearing forward sharply. Each rock made her shudder, each thrust wrung a broken moan from her lips.

Anna thrashed, eyes rolled back in their sockets, her back lifting high off the couch as a tremor rocked through her whole being. The lift only made Jason hit her spot harder, faster, and her vision went blank, stars dotting behind her eyes as an orgasm so strong hit her.

Anna shattered around him, her whole body shaking under him. Her scream broke against his lips when he suddenly let go of her leg, and leaned forward, caught her mouth in a kiss, swallowing the desperate sound of her orgasm. He kept thrusting forward aggressively, hand on the armrest, even as her pussy convulsed around him, and a roar tore from his throat.

He slammed deep inside her one last time, holding her there, spilling himself as she collapsed against the couch, chest heaving, body still trembling from the aftershocks. Jason stayed inside her for a beat, his breath ragged against her neck, their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing together, then pulled out slowly, watching her body spasm around the loss.

Anna's lashes fluttered, her throat working as she gasped for air. She was still trembling when Jason straightened, smirk tugging at his lips. He grabbed her still peaked nipples between his index finger and thumb, and squeezed, hard. Anna gave a muffled cry, arching.

His hands roamed her body - rubbing, squeezing, pinching, teasing - and Anna's eyes widened in shock as her body responded, his fingers leaving a trail of fire as they moved.

"I-I don't think I can go another round." She released a breathy sigh.

"Told you, Princess," he rasped, sweeping her up and slinging her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Anna let out a weak yelp, her fist pressing against his back in protest, but she was too spent to fight. Jason strode toward the bedroom. "One night you won't forget."

******

It was sometime after three when Jason slipped out of bed. Anna lay tangled in the sheets, utterly spent, her breathing soft, her body limp with exhaustion. Jason lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and cracked his neck as he reached for his phone. He tapped on his chat with his personal assistant.

Jason: Prepare the jet to leave in two hours.

It took a few minutes before ellipses appeared under his text.

Ethan: Copy that. The plan?

Jason: Went smoothly. You'll get a bonus for being on standby, Ethan.

Ethan: With pleasure, boss.

He dropped the phone onto the table, smoke curling around him as his gaze slid back to the bed. Anna stirred faintly, rolling onto her side, her hair spilling across the pillow. The duvet slid down slightly, revealing a rosy peak. Jason's expression hardened. His next drag was slow, deliberate.

He stepped closer, looming over her sleeping form, his voice low, almost tender-almost.

"Enjoy your dreams, Princess. When you wake up, everything changes."