Page 10 of Surrender Your Heart
Iw a sn o tokay, although I tried to be. I sat there in that elegant chair, surrounded by billion-dollar voices, sipping wine like I wasn’t still dripping down the inside of my thighs from the man seated next to me. But my body was betraying me. My legs were numb. My heart was racing. My mind? Scattered like tips at a strip club. And Legend was so goddamn cool, calm, and collected.
He carried on at dinner like he hadn’t just wrecked me with two fingers and a smirk, speaking softly to the man across the table about international expansion plans and private equity flips like my pussy wasn’t still pulsing in aftershock. And I hated how much I loved it.
“Honey,” one of the women at the table—Yolanda, I think her name was—tilted her head at me. “You okay, love? You look… flushed.”
Legend didn’t even flinch. I smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear like my body wasn’t still humming from the high he’d dragged me through in silence. “I’m great,” I said, and took a sip of my wine. “Just soaking it all in.”
Legend hummed beside me. A low rumble that meant he was pleased. Of course, he was. This was power. And he was seated at the head of it. I caught the subtle glances from other men. That low, lingering curiosity. Like I was new and rare. They didn’t know me, and that was the intrigue. I kept my eyes on my phone most of the time. Not to be shy. Just to stay sane. Because I could feel Devyn’s eyes cutting into my profile like a blade.
The chef brought out the first course—a buttery crab cake over some risotto I couldn’t focus on—and as the servers moved around us, I felt Legend’s hand slide down to my thigh again.. He didn’t move higher, though. He just rested there. A quiet weight. A reminder.
I couldn’t help but turn my head slightly and whisper, “You’re doing too much.”
“You love it,” he murmured, voice so low only I could hear it.
Out of nowhere, Devyn blurted out, “Well, Honey, I can see why you’re here. Legend always did love… ambition.”
“Mmm,” I nodded, tilting my head slightly to the side. “Ambition’s nice. So is discipline. That’s how I flipped my first storefront into a goldmine.”
I saw it in her eyes. That flinch. That tiny pinch of envy when she realized I wasn’t just pussy on a platter. I was profitable. Powerful. Put-together.
“So, Honey,” Ronin, one of Legend’s business partners, started to say, “what exactly is it you do?”
I sipped my wine, then set it down with precision. “I’m the founder and CEO of a luxury beauty and skincare company.Honey Luxe Beauty. We just celebrated our first year in business not too long ago.”
Trez whispered. “Damn. She’s reallynotjust a pretty face.”
“I’ve got a few layers,” I said, lifting a brow. “Pretty’s just the packaging.”
That earned a few chuckles. Even Legend’s shoulder twitched like he was holding back a grin. But Devyn? She stood stiff, like every word out of my mouth stabbed her somewhere deep and cold.
When dinner was completed and everyone else was making plans to hit the nightclub, Legend stood, smoothing his palm over my lower back.
“Y’all enjoy the rest of dinner,” he said, nodding to the table. “We’ve got some catching up to do.” He dapped up the men and said something slick about the mixer on the yacht tomorrow. Then he turned to me and whispered in my ear, low enough to raise every hair on my neck. “I’m ready for dessert.”
Legend
W ed i d n ’ te v e nmake it halfway into the villa before I had Honey’s back against the wall. Her breath was still shaky, legs wobbling from dinner and everything that went down under that damn table, and I was just getting started.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and pressed her into me—slow, firm, possessive. I kissed her slowly, then rougher, hungrier, dragging my tongue across hers like I was tasting my favorite dish again. I gripped the back of her neck with one hand, the other unzipping her dress with a flick, letting it slide down her soft curves.
“You knew I was gon’ need you the second we left that table, didn’t you?” I growled, pulling back to look her up and down.She nodded, smirking, but I saw the way her thighs clenched. I took her by the hand and led her straight into the bedroom—darker now, mood set by dim lighting and low music pulsing in the background. “Get on the bed. Face down,” I ordered, walking around her slowly like a hunter circling his prey.
She hesitated only a second before climbing up, ass high, back arched like she already knew what was coming. I took my time securing the soft black cuffs around her wrists to her ankles. Then I dragged my fingers down her spine, watching her shiver.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured, opening the drawer and pulling out the vibrating plug. She whimpered before I even touched her. I spread her cheeks a little wider and spit, letting it drip before easing it in. She gasped, fingers curling around the sheets, but I didn’t stop until it was seated right. Then I reached under her and slid two fingers into her already dripping pussy.
“Damn,” I whispered, lips brushing her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She moaned, voice shaky. “Legend… please.”
“Mmm.” I stood behind her, watching her squirm in the dim light. I grabbed the vibrating bullet from the nightstand, turned it on low, and pressed it to her clit. She jerked instantly, body clenching tight, legs trembling as I moved it in lazy circles. I slid it up and down her folds, teasing her, driving her mad while she whimpered into the mattress. “Stay still,” I warned. “You move too much, I’ll stop.”
She bit her lip and tried. But when I turned the setting up and used my fingers again, two, then three, her body betrayedher. Her hips rocked back, trying to fuck the vibration, fuck my fingers, anything. I slapped her ass hard.
“I said, stay still.”
“I’m trying,” she cried out, voice cracked and breathless.
