Page 24 of Surrender Your Heart
“He came into my space, disrespecting me.”
I yanked my arm away, chest heaving. “He couldn’t breathe!”
He stepped forward, eyes narrowed. “And you think I give a fuck?” I shook my head and tried to move past him, but he backed me up until I hit the wall, cold stone pressing into my back as he leaned in. “You think I built this billionaire lifestyle by letting people play with me?”
“I think you’re used to doing whatever the hell you want and not having to answer for it,” I hissed, shoving at his chest. Legend caged me in with one hand pressed next to my head, the other hovering at my waist. His jaw ticked. “Tell me. What am I to you besides another investment? Huh? Is that what all this is about? More control? Am I in debt to you?”
He smirked, but there wasn’t an ounce of humor in it. “You’re not an investment, baby,” he said. “You’re the return.”
That hit differently, but I wasn’t letting him off that easily. I swallowed hard, heart still racing, eyes burning. “Don’t smooth-talk me, Legend,” I whispered, voice trembling now. “You don’tget to look at me like that and then expect me to ignore what I just saw.”
“Honey, if you think that I would ever let someone disrespect me or what we’re building, you got me fucked up.”
I shivered. Not from fear. From how damn real he said that. How protected I felt, even in the middle of all this chaos. “I’ve seen men pretend to love women while plotting behind their backs,” he said, voice softer now but deep, raw. “I don’t move like that. This?” He looked down at me. “This is the first time I’ve wanted a future with someone, so fuck the past.”
I couldn’t breathe for a second because I knew he meant it. Every single word. My hands found his chest. “Please don’t make me regret this.”
He nodded slowly. “Then don’t make me question if you’re strong enough to handle all of me. Some of what I do ain’t pretty, sweetheart, but I wouldn't even dream of hurting you or having you scared of me.”
I reached up, tracing his jaw. “You mean that?”
“Always, baby.” His lips brushed mine. “And next time? Let me handle the bullshit without you coming outta the tub like you was ready to scrap in a towel.”
I laughed, just a little. “I was.”
“I know,” he smirked, leaning in closer. “That’s why I fuck with you.” Then his mouth claimed mine, and just like that, the fire between us burned hotter than the tension ever did.
Legend
T h es u nh a dbarely crept through the villa blinds, but I was already wide awake. Lying on my side, staring at Honey like she was something I might not get to see again if I blinked. Her face was relaxed, mouth slightly open. One leg thrown over the covers, the other draped over my thigh like she knew exactly where she belonged. She looked so peaceful. The kind of peace I hadn’t known since… fuck, maybe ever.
I thought I could fuck her, leave her with memories and a bank account larger than she’d ever seen, and move on like I always did. But she stayed with me. Nobody challenged me emotionally like her. Nobody looked at me like I was more than a nigga with power and a lethal stroke game. With Honey? She saw through the surface.
The weekend last year changed her, but the shit changed me too, and I didn't know it right away. I needed this second chance to really feel her out and see if what I was pushing down deserved to be brought to the surface. And now, she was all mine, and there was no way in hell I was letting her go.
I ran my hand across her thigh and then slowly turned her on her other side. She stirred, ass pressing back into me instinctively. “Wake up, my baby,” I murmured against her neck, voice still low and rough from sleep. I murmured against her neck, voice still thick from sleep. She groaned, eyes still closed, but that body was wide awake. I pulled her close, lips on her shoulder. “I need you.”
She didn’t say shit, just lifted her leg and gave me what I came for. And fuck if that didn’t make me feel like the most wanted man alive. I slid in slowly from behind. Lazy pace. Deep pressure. My hand wrapped under her ribcage. My other hand slid between her thighs and gripped that pussy while I stayed inside her.
“Fuck…” she panted, biting her bottom lip. “You’re killing me.”
“You’ll be aight,” I growled in her ear, voice like gravel.
She whimpered, breath catching, toes curling. “Legend…”
“I know your body but I wanna learn your mind and your heart,” I said, gripping her tighter. “We ain’t playing house, baby. We gon’ build something real.” Her moans told me she felt every damn word. “I know what you’ve been through,” I said, mouth dragging along her shoulder. “Niggas fumbled you. Made you think love had to hurt, had to be earned. But I’m not them.”
Sheturned her head just enough for our eyes to meet. “I know. Shiiit… I knowww…” Pussy was so wet. Sloshing. Dripping. Gripping.
I rolled my hips slowly, grinding deep, keeping her right on that edge. “You gon’ give me a baby?” She nodded fast.
“Yessss…” Her body trembled under me, her hands reaching back, needing more. Needing me.
I plunged deeper. “Say it.”
“Baby,” she whispered, voice all breath and need. “I’ll give you… a baby. Whatever… whatever you want. Ssshhhiiit!”
“Cum on it.”
