Page 44 of The Price of My Sins

I smirked. “Yes.”

“O.M.G! I can’t wait to take pictures and send them to Lexi and Denim! This is so dope!” She was excited and tap running to the oversized boat.

The crew welcomed us aboard before discreetly disappearing, leaving us alone under the stars. The yacht’s upper deck was softly lit, champagne on ice waiting, along with fresh fruit. The gentle sound of water lapping against the boat filling the air.

We kicked off our shoes and wandered barefoot to the deck’s edge, the city skyline painting the perfect backdrop. Olivialeaned into me, her arms wrapped around my waist as her head rested on my chest.

“This is unreal…” she murmured. “No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

I kissed the top of her head. “You deserve it—all of it.”

She looked up at me, eyes glowing with something deeper than just gratitude. “So do you, Bo… especially after what happened at the party.”

Pulling slightly away, I took Olivia’s hands in mine and revealed the details of why finding out who my real father was triggered me the way it had. I rubbed her smooth skin as I told her about the monster who was killed by me and not my mother. She learned of the trauma that unfolded, seeing my mother sit in prison for something I did. She learned of the silence I used to sit in when I didn’t have the words for my anger regarding the abuse and the night my father was killed. I told her about the nights I’d stay up because of the nightmares. I explained the fire that drove me to turn pain into purpose by opening my gun range, giving others a place to learn and protect themselves the way I wished I would've protected my mother before the abuse and the murder.

I pressed my forehead to hers. “I’m trying to heal. Piece by piece. Night by night.”

Grabbing my face with both hands, Olivia brought my lips to hers. “Bo… you take all the time you need. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

We stayed close, breathing in each other baited breathes. The boat gently rocked as we stood there, wrapped in each other—no words needed. The world felt quiet, the city’s chaos muted by the waves and the connection between us.

“Come with me,” I whispered against her temple.

I led her down the curved staircase into the lower deck. The cabin was warm and luxurious: mahogany panels, soft recessedlighting, and a king-sized bed draped in crisp white linens and a hint of lavender in the air. A bottle of wine and two glasses waited on the bedside table, already opened and breathing.

Olivia looked around, her lips parting in quiet awe. “Bo, this is… wow!”

She turned to face me, and her beauty, as always, was unmatched. I stepped in close, my hands resting on her hips.I bent to kiss her, slow and deep, letting the weight of the night melt away between us. Her hands slid up my chest, around my neck, and I lifted her gently, walking her over to the bed. She sank into the plush mattress, watching me as I removed my jacket and loosened my tie.

“Ohh! We are about to get freaky on this yacht! Yes! I can add this to my bucket list!”

Shaking my head at her silliness, I watched as her eyes followed my every move, and when I came down to her, our lips met again, hungrier this time. I unzipped her dress, slowly peeling it off her shoulders, revealing her soft skin beneath. She gasped as my fingers grazed her thighs, her breath catching when my hands made their way inside her panties and toyed with her clit.

Olivia moaned as I continued to play with her slick middle like I was playing my favorite tune. A sensation spread through my chest as she rocked against my digits, chasing her release. But I stopped, causing her to groan.

“Why did you stop? I was close.” She grunted as she reached for my wrist.

“I got you, baby. But first…” I stopped to help her take off her bra. When I took off her thong, I held the seat of them up to my nose, closing my eyes to inhale her intoxicating scent.

She laughed. “You are so freaky.”

“You make me like this. Now climb on the bed and get on your knees.”

She obeyed, moving with confidence, her back arched just enough to drive me crazy. I undid my belt, watching her, savoring the sight of her bare skin against the soft, dim light of the cabin. Her body was a work of art.

“Look at me,” I said, my voice rough. “I want you to feel everything tonight. Every. Fucking. Thing.” I dropped my pants, along with my boxers. Stroking my dick, which was hard as a brick, I watched her slowly move her body to the melody of the ocean waves. “Come get your dick. And you better make it sloppy, O. You know what I like.”

With her lips curled into a smirk, Olivia turned and crawled to me like a lion to its prey. Her eyes never left mine as she wrapped her hands around my heavy length. She stuck her tongue out, and with the tip, she circled my bulging mushroom head, catching the precum that leaked out.

“Damn,” I breathed out.

“You like that, Big Bo?” she taunted.

“Yes, baby. I love that shit.”

Olivia trailed her tongue down my dick, taking my nuts into her mouth and sucking on them. I gripped a handful of her hair as my head fell back, and my eyes slammed shut.This girl wasn’t playing fair.

“Look at me, baby. I want you to watch me please you.”

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