He led her toward the lounge couch and turned her so she was facing the luxurious, olive and black furniture. She was naked and exposed. It was everything she could do not to wrap her arms around herself for a little bit of coverage, but she knew he wouldn't allow it. His mercurial moods since arriving on the yacht might have taken a turn for the better, but she wasn't banking on him allowing her any concessions at this point. She could still feel the anger seething just below the ...