Bad Boys Ahoy!

She snorted. 'Well, you shouldn't have. You threw away what we had.'

'No.' He paled beneath his tan. 'Don't say that. God… Olivia… don't ever say that!'

'I cannot rely on you.'

'You can,' he promised. 'I shall never leave you again. I swear it. I could no more leave you than I could stop breathing.'

'You broke your promise before. How can I believe you now?'

She would not survive it if he hurt her again.

'Damn it…' His hands slid down her arms. 'Sweetheart.' His velvety voice became soothing, seducing. 'I love you, Olivia.'

'Not enough.' She pulled away. 'It's too convenient for you to run. There is nothing to hold you to me.'

'Our marriage, our love. I know you love me still.'

'Apparently my love was not enough,' she whispered bitterly. 'Or yours.'

When Sebastian caught her again, she could feel the desperation in his touch. 'It has to be enough, Olivia. It's all I have.' Lifting her, he carried her to the bed.

'You cannot get your way with seduction.'

'Perhaps not,' he muttered. 'But I can sweeten your temper.'

Sebastian stared up at the velvet canopy and listened to the sounds of his wife's rhythmic breathing. He'd loved her into exhaustion, but he was no closer to winning back her heart than he'd been before he started.

Of course, it wouldn't be so easy. When had anything in his life been easy?

Releasing a sigh, he admitted that wasn't entirely true. Winning Olivia's love had been easy, almost as easy as he'd lost it. God, what a mess he was in. If her love was gone…

No, he wouldn't think about that.

She murmured, stirring restlessly. He reached over and tucked the counterpane more securely around her.

Olivia was his wife. He glanced at her left hand and breathed his satisfaction at the sight of his mother's sapphire. In reality, he had the rest of his life to win her back. But the truth was, he didn't have the rest of his life to wait.

He needed her love. Right now.

Olivia had shown him what it was like to be cared for, what it was like to be happy, not merely on the outside, but deep in his soul.

He couldn't take many more encounters with her disregard. His father's neglect had ceased to be of any consequence when he was still a child, but Olivia… His sweet, passionate Olivia. Her anger and remoteness were killing him.

Sebastian ran an agitated hand through his hair. Nothing to hold him to her, she said. He would change that.

He would bind himself to her, to the land, to his cursed family. He would prove to her that he could change, as long as she would be his.

As long as she would love him again.

Chapter Seven

Olivia woke with a start, immediately aware of her husband's large body wrapped possessively around her. She froze for a moment, wondering what to do.

'Morning, my love,' he murmured in a deliciously sleep-raspy voice.

'Sebastian,' she whispered, acutely conscious of the soreness of her nipples and the ache between her thighs. 'I-'

'Shush, no arguing today.' He moved, freeing her.

She leapt from his embrace and ducked behind the privacy screen, her heart racing with joy at finding him in her bed again.

Silly, stupid heart. A glutton for punishment.

As she washed with the cold water from the pitcher, she heard him rise. When the knock came to the door, she reached for her robe, then stilled midmovement, surprised to hear Sebastian order hot water for her bath, along with strong coffee. She heard the amused giggle of the chambermaid and shot a glance around the screen. Her eyes widened in horror to find Sebastian standing in the doorway wearing only a sheet. Furious, she stormed toward him, yanking him out of the way of the slamming door.

He bit back a roguish grin and arched a brow. 'Yes, my love?' His gaze raked the length of her wet and still naked form. 'I am always eager to oblige your carnal desires. No need to accost me.'

'Oooh!' She turned from him, clenching her fists. 'It is indecent for you to call the servants up here while you are unclothed!'

He laughed. 'I would have retrieved a robe from my room, but the door appears to be missing.'

Olivia turned to face him again, which was a mistake. Sebastian had discarded the sheet and stalked toward her with obvious sexual intent, his erect cock leading the way. 'Damnation! Cover that thing!'

'I intend to,' he purred. 'With you.'

She threw up her hands. 'After last night, how can you possibly be so amorous? You hardly allowed me to sleep. I'm exhausted.'

''Tis your fault,' he retorted. 'I was fine until you started traipsing around the room naked.'

'I was not traipsing!' she protested, hurrying toward the relative safety of the screen and her robe. 'I was merely curbing your ridiculous flirting. She's a mere slip of a girl-'

'Exactly,' he interjected, catching her about the waist and easily subduing her. 'And my wife is more than enough woman for me. Jealousy and all.'

'I'm not jealous!'

He dropped to his knees with easy grace and laid her down. He rose above her, his long hair hanging around them, and she paused her thrashing, arrested by the magnificent sight of him. He slipped a hand between her legs and grinned. 'Ah, no foreplay required.' Spreading her thighs wide, he thrust into her. 'Umm… I missed the feel of you. You are even softer and more curvaceous than I remembered.' His mouth latched around a straining nipple.

Olivia gasped as he filled her completely, infusing her with drugging pleasure. 'The rug…'

'We'll buy another.' He withdrew and then thrust again. Hard.

She writhed beneath him. 'The servants…'

'They'll wait.' Pulling her legs around his waist, he settled into a fierce, almost brutal rhythm. 'God… Olivia… I love you…'

'Sebastian, you-'

'Hang it, woman! Cease talking.'

He took her mouth with desperate kisses, his hard body straining over and inside of her. Her hands cupped his flexing buttocks, and she moaned, relishing the feel of his body working its way into hers. Deep inside, she could feel him, stretching, prodding, stroking her deeply with unfailing skill. Tucking his arms under her knees, he held her wide as he pumped inside her, driving her quickly to the edge and then shoving her over. She was crying out her pleasure when the knock came to the door.

Olivia shoved at his sweat-slick shoulders, mortified.

'Wait!' he growled, his pace quickening until he was pistoning into her without mercy.

'Sebastian!' she choked out. 'They'll hear us!'

'Yes,' he gasped. 'Come for me again, and let the whole house hear you.'

She moaned, arching beneath him, dissolving in voluptuous bliss. When the orgasm swept over her, she cried out again, unable to contain it. Sebastian cursed when he came, his entire body stiffening before melting into powerful shudders.