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It drives me to take more of him, to sink slowly until I’m quivering, stretched full, and sitting on his base.

“Fuck, poison.” He lifts the toy away, spreading my lips open and gazing down with praise, “Look at you taking all of me, baby. Look at your swollen clit and pretty pussy, open and dripping for this. Oh, my baby girl,” he groans, “youdolove my cock in your ass.”

My body pulses, needy and loving his kinky praise. I’m losing my mind to it.

“Nash,” I sigh with a brave urge. It’s driving me to rise on his shaft before I lower, needing him. “Please,” I beg, staring into his wild eyes. “Please, Mr. Allen, make me come.” I scratch his flexing pecs, pleading, “Daddy, I need to come with your cock in my ass.”

“Goddamn, Vale, when you talk like that,” he snarls like a beast, yanking my mouth to his. He makes me groan, loving his claim, his penetration, his tongue, his cock,his kiss.

Pressing the vibrator to my clit, he takes us together. I’m shaking for it. I’m kissing him for it. With another click of the vibrator against my clit, he sends mesoaringfor it.

A million bursts of light fill my eyes, my body uncontrollable as I convulse in his arms, clenching around him, my screams of pleasure swallowed by his domineering kiss. By only Nash’s kiss, which tastes even sweeter as he comes, too.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

NASH

“So,”Vale traces her fingertip over the lion on my chest, “will I get to wear a crown?”

I laugh. “This again?”

It’s still raining outside the boat’s cabin while we lie in bed. I could stay like this forever, but we’ll have to face it too soon.

“I’m sorry.” I squeeze her tight. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. It’s just for too long, I had to hide how I felt about you; it was instinct. But fuck, it felt so wrong, and I promise I’ll make it right.”

Her grey eyes gaze up at me. “Is this you groveling?”

“There’s not a goddamn thing I won’t do for you, poison. That’s how much I love you. Always. So, if you want me on my knees for you?—”

Her eyes dance with her dirty mind; I can read it.

“Yes,” I answer. “I know where my mouth belongs when I kneel for you.”

“Is that what it means to be your queen?”

“That’s what it means to be my love … if you’ll take me back.”

“Back? But we were never official.”

“I’ll make it official. But first…” My chest, with her resting on it, suddenly feels heavy. “Vale, you need to know what you’re agreeing to.”

“I do. I’ll be your queen, and we’ll tell Alena about it, aboutus.”

“The first part, yes, but the second part, no.”

Her face bends, hurt. “But I thought we were?—”

“We are.” I brush the hair off her shoulder. “We’ll be together, and I’m never letting you go. This past week, I felt sick without you. It ripped my heart out to leave you, and I won’t do it again. I promise.”

She nods. “Once, I’ll let you break my heart. Never twice.” Pause for her pride. “Or I’ll bite your dick off. You know I can.”

I trace her nose. “I don’t doubt it … or us. We belong together, so we’ll tell Alena about us, but she can’t know the part about you being my queen.”

“Can you please stop confusing the hell out of me?”

“It’s not confusing,” I answer. “It’s survival. We’ll wait until after her wedding and tell her about us as a couple. I hope she’ll be okay with it in time, but she’ll never be okay with who I really am.”

“You mean the not-mafia-mafia part?”

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