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smile grew wider at her splashing and swearing up at them.
    “Fucking arsehole.” She really was so eloquent in her fury.
    “Dive in there and tell her you love her.”
    “She knows that,” the man replied, chuckling and continuing to watch her swimming around.
    “There could be fucking sharks. Are there sharks? Oh my God, there are sharks here, aren’t there? That was so not funny. Alex, help me, or hit him. For God’s sake...”
    “She does not, not entirely, and she is scared of you. Remind her of who you are for her, not who you are for me,” he replied, watching the man scowl at the deck in response and then lift his gaze to her again.
    “How, Pascal? How does a man who could have killed her tell her she is still the most precious thing in the world to him?” the idiot replied, bracing his elbow on his knee and continuing to watch her like a wolf ready to pounce. He needed to fuck something, too. He would oblige himself, but it was she that the man needed.
    “Tell her that, and then fuck her. Women need such closeness, as do you when it comes to her. Remarkably. You have removed her contact. Simply embrace who you are becoming and allow her inside again.”
    “I don’t know who I am anymore,” was the response as the man took a step towards the rail. “And neither do you,” he continued, diving into the water to rescue her.
    He watched for a while and smiled at the pair of them together as she splashed water into Alexander’s face and behaved like a child. Unbelievable, really, that such an innocent had been the one to claim the man’s heart. He had assumed it would be a Domme of some description, some woman who was strong in her own right, one that would be as controlling as he in some respects. Maybe that fact was still true. Elizabeth Scott was as much of a challenge as Alexander himself, not because she was switchy, but because she was Alexander’s world, his very reason for being. Something she needed to believe herself for this arrangement to work wholeheartedly.
    “Are you swimming to Rome?” he called as the wind took hold and forged the yacht forward. They both smirked back up at him as Alexander towed her along toward the back steps. He gripped the wheel and turned the yacht into them as it started to glide past. The water crashed against the hull and caught her in its wake. Thankfully, Alexander grabbed the rail and held onto her with a death grip as if he’d never let her go. Pascal snorted to himself at the connotation because the fact was, he never would. “She’s my air, Pascal, my freedom.” Yes, she may have been, unquestionably so. However, he would not allow the man to leave his other needs behind, nor deny them. The world was not a safe place with an unhinged Alexander White in it, mainly for the man himself, and he’d spent years preparing him to accept his nature. He wasn’t about to let it go now.
    She coughed and spluttered her way onto the deck and began stripping her costume off – what there was of it. He adjusted his cock again and thought about just grasping hold of her and making the bastard watch. That would get things moving along much more swiftly. The beating he would surely receive because of it would be passionate, debilitating, and undoubtedly harsh in its deliverance. Unfortunately, his back reminded him it wasn’t quite healed as Alexander’s hand slapped across it, purposely. Sadistic fucker.
    At least he was smiling.
    “Why do you need to go back?” she asked, standing there stark naked, drying her red hair on the towel and then swiping it over her body, deliciously.
    “Make her put some clothes on,” he snapped. This cock adjustment was becoming tiresome and infuriating. She giggled at him and continued her seductive body brushing with a smile. Such a fucking enticing smile – he could wipe it off her damn mouth in seconds with his hand rammed in her cunt. Why had he agreed to this collaring?
    Alexander simply chuckled and kissed her lips,