Page 16 of Surrender Your Heart
“Legendddd!” I cried out as he reached and pinched my nipples.
“Cum on it,” he demanded with a growl. And I did. Loud. Trembling. I came so hard that beneath me was a puddle.
Legend pulled me back flat against him, and positioned my thighs to flank on the sides of him, never once slipping out of me. He had one hand gripping my throat and the other sliding downto rub slow, deep circles on my clit while he thrusted into me. Punishing. Groaning.
“Legend…”
“Give me another one, sweetheart.”
“I ca… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” he growled against my ear. “Now ride this dick ‘til you do.” I obeyed. Barely.
By the time he came—pulling me down flush, burying himself deep, groaning in my ear—I was fucked out and trembling in his arms. He wrapped both arms around me, tight, possessive. I didn’t move.
But after a moment, I tilted my head up, breathless, and whispered with a teasing smile, “So… we’re leaving the yacht party now, huh?”
Legend smirked. Then reached up and wrapped his hand lightly around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. His eyes glinted as he said, “Nah, baby. The day’s just getting started.” He paused. His thumb dragged slowly across the side of my neck. His gaze dipped lower, searching. And then… it shifted. Just slightly. Something softer flickering behind the usual dominance. “I fuck with you more than I planned to, and I'm good with that.”
It felt like a brick to the chest. My heart flipped. My throat dried. Because coming from him? The man who once told me he believed in control, not love? That shit… meant something. His fingers slid away from my neck, and he kissed me softly.
We freshened up and fixed our swim clothes, the scent of sex still clinging to the air between us. He held my hand as we stepped back out into the yacht hallway. Music still played.Laughter drifted up the stairs. The sun was setting golden over the water outside the windows.
“Yo, L!” One of his partners called out, throwing up a nod from across the deck.
Legend squeezed my hand. “I’ll be right back.”
Just as he walked off, Devyn appeared. She was a beautiful woman. I’ll give her that. She wore a bomb neon pink bikini on her curved body, hair slicked back into a long ponytail, gold hoops swaying.
She stepped right into my space and cut her eyes to me. She leaned in slightly—too close—and murmured, “He doesn’t do emotions, sweetheart. He does power. You’re wasting your time.”
For half a second, it threw me. Not because I believed her. But because I didn’t expect her to be that damn bold. My chest tightened, but only slightly. I didn’t flinch. I stepped forward just enough to make her lean back a touch on her heels.
I tilted my head with a soft smile still painted on my lips. “That’s unfortunate, you feel like that. I guess it takes a certain caliber of woman to bring out the realness in a man like him.” I winked, turned smoothly on my heels, and walked away—hips moving like I knew he was mine and that she never stood a chance.
I didn’t even have to look back to know she was standing there fuming in silence. Jealousy practically steaming off her pretty little shoulders. Still, behind the calm smirk on my face, my mind was moving fast. Because as much as I wanted to brush it off, as much as I wanted to sit back and enjoy this weekend likeit was nothing more than a sexy, heated getaway… it wasn’t. Not anymore.
Legend touched me like I belonged to him and spoke to me like he meant it. But now that little seed of doubt was growing in the back of my mind. What if I’m falling for him… when he has no real intentions of catching me? I caught a glimpse of him across the deck. He was dapping up one of his boys, drink in hand, laughing, calm, collected, completely in control.
And damn if he didn’t look like everything I ever wanted and everything I should run from at the same time.
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Ip e e p e di tbefore we even left the yacht. Honey wasn’t loud with it. She didn’t pout or get cold with me. But the second her laugh got too polite and her eyes stopped meeting mine like they used to… I clocked it. Something was off.
I gave her space, let her sip her drink, and vibe with the music. But the second we got back at the villa and she started toward the bedroom, I caught her wrist. Pulling her into me, I asked, “What’s up, sweetheart?”
She wouldn’t look at me. “I said I’m good, Legend.”
I stared at her. Hard. Studying her face. “That’s what we’re doing now?” I asked, low. “Lying to each other?”
Her jaw tightened. Then she looked up at me. “You tell me.”
Ah. There it was. That bite. That edge. Shit had me smirking. I licked my lips, chuckled, and stepped back just enough to motion toward the living room. “Come have a drink with me.”
She hesitated for a second, then followed. I poured us drinks and started to roll a blunt. I sat back on the couch, legs spread, and Honey sat on the armrest across from me. Taking a tip of my drink as she did the same, I exhaled slowly.
“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” I asked, voice calm. “Or you gon' keep the tension rolling?”
