“Am I working for you now?”
Rafael ground his teeth. “No. You know you are not!”
“Then who am I to you?”
“Here you are my mistress. Beyond this island you are the best servant on my staff. I could not manage without you.”
“Perhaps it really is time for me to move on,” Louisa said slowly.
“No, you won’t go and work for any other man. You belong to—with,” he corrected himself, “me.”
Then he reached up and kissed her.
His kiss was hard and deep, a plundering of her mouth, as if he’d held something back for far too long. She could feel how he already wanted her again.
“You belong to me,” Rafael whispered. “Say it.”
“Never.”