"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."

Anna stirred awake, a low moan spilling from her lips. She rubbed her eyes, sitting up with a groan. She felt sore. Her body ached from the way he'd bent her all night.

Jason.

Her eyes snapped to the space beside her.

Empty.

She frowned. It wasn't just empty, it looked like it wasn't slept in-no rumples, no indent where a body should've been. She ran her hand over it.

It was cold.

"Maybe he slept in the other room," She muttered, tossing the duvet aside and pushed to her feet. Her knees gave way and with a yelp, she fell forward.

"Jason, you-you jerk!" She gripped onto the bed, pulling herself up slowly.

With halting steps and quiet winces, she made her way to the bathroom. Anna's breath hitched as she caught her reflection.

Her hair was a wild nest, knotted from hours of being dragged against leather and pillows. Her lips-swollen and bruised. Her neck bore darkened bruises and lower still, her neck bore the shadow of his grip. Faint bite marks lingered along her shoulder, down toward her collarbone, the kind of marks that would be impossible to hide with anything short of a turtleneck.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, part embarrassment, part something else.

She brushed trembling fingers over the darkest hickey. A hiss left her lips at the sting. "God, I look like I was mauled."

Still, a shiver crawled down her spine, betraying her.

She quickly slipped beneath the hot spray of the shower. The water scalded at first, but she leaned into it, letting the steam pour over her aching muscles. Every stretch of her body reminded her of him-the sharp ache between her thighs, the way her legs felt like jelly.

Her mind betrayed her further, flashing back to his mouth on her throat, his voice rasping in her ear, the way he'd told her not to move unless he said so. She braced her hands against the tile and shut her eyes tight, willing the heat in rising in her to fade with the water streaming down.

After a long while, she stepped out, wrapped herself in a towel, and dressed in something simple but soft against her tender skin-a pair of leggings and an oversized turtleneck sweater she'd packed just in case. She pulled her damp hair into a messy bun, not bothering with makeup.

"What would it cover anyway?" She muttered.

Taking a steadying breath, she padded barefoot out of the bedroom. Her steps slowed when she reached the sitting room. Her eyes landed on the couch and heat crept up her neck. She turned away quickly to the other room, tugging the turtleneck higher as if it could erase the memory.

Should she even let him see her like this? She would want the ground to swallow her whole if he gave her that infuriating smug smirk of his.

She knocked gently on the door. Nothing. She tried again. Still nothing.

"Is he still sleeping?"

Actually, he would be a beast if he wasn't. With how he wrecked her, he should be sleeping the whole of today away. But then, the damn man was built like a Greek god with endurance carved into his very bones.

"Stop. Stop it, Anna," she muttered under her breath.

She hesitated, then turned the knob. The door creaked open.

"Hey, I just-"

She froze. Empty.

Just as her forehead furrowed, the door to the suite creaked open. She whipped around, shut the door quickly, and moved away from it.

But instead of him, the hotel employees wheeled in carts filled with assorted cuisines. They greeted her, moving to lay out an extravagant spread across the dining table, enough for five.

Anna's brows knit together. There was no way Jason would've prepared this. They had agreed last night was going to be just that-last night. Ordering breakfast for her after a supposedly one night stand defeated the whole premise of it. They disliked each other. The deal was to go back to barely tolerating each other's presence.

This wasn't really bad, though. As In-laws, they were practically family.

"Calling us family is kinda weird after last night."

"Ma, Did you say something?"

Anna smiled widely at the employee and shook her head. "I was just thinking out loud. Go on."

The employee nodded and went back to work. Anna sighed.

Well. Whatever they were, having a civil friendship, at least, would be better for the good of all.

"Uhm. Where is he?" She asked the employees.

He frowned. "Who, Ma?"

Just as Anna's lips parted to say Jason's name, Elena breezed in. Silk slip dress, sheer ivory chiffon robe flowing open around her shoulders, bottle in hand, and a smile that lit up the room. Her dark hair tumbled loose down her back, glossy and brushed, and her satin slippers clad feet padded softly across the floor.

"Lovely Morning, Big Sis," she quipped. "Or, should I say, Reneger?"

Anna's frown deepened. "Reneger?"

Elena gave her a glare. "You were supposed to help me set up for last night." Anna gasped, covering her mouth with a palm. Elena grinned suddenly. "But, as your sweet little sister, I'm going to let it go."

In spite of herself, Anna smiled, following behind Elena to the table. She wriggled her eyebrows. "You sure it has nothing to do with a certain young man, and what you two were up to last night?"

Elena leaned in and whispered. "Is it that obvious?"

Anna laughed, taking a seat. "Glaringly. You look- you're glowing, girl."

Elena giggled, smiled widely at the employees as they bowed, and turned to take their leave. "I'll make sure to put in a good word with your manager," she called after them.

They thanked her, the door clicking shut behind them softly. Anna pulled her seat closer. "Spill. How was he?"

Elena's lashes fluttered and she bit down on a finger. "Mind-blowing? He was... arghh, just everything. I'm pretty sure I saw stars last night. Still does, actually."

Their eyes met and they burst into laughter.

"Where is he?" Anna asked. "An accolade is needed for a job well-done."

Elena's smile dropped.

"What's wrong?"

She sighed. "He was on the phone with Jason when I left our suite."