Page 8 of Surrender Your Heart
I tried to speak, but my voice was stuck somewhere in my throat, tangled up with the moans I hadn’t fully recovered from. All I could do was blink up at him, dazed and lightheaded, still catching my breath. That’s when his phone buzzed.
He reached into his pocket, eyes never leaving mine, and answered with that deep, smooth, power-laced tone that made my skin tighten up all over again. “Yeah.” A pause. “Nah, she just got here.” Another pause. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip like he was still tasting me before he hit the blunt once more. “We’ll be there shortly.”
I blinked hard and sat up, the motion slow and shaky. My thighs clenched on instinct, still throbbing from what he just did to me. He ended the call and slid his phone back in his pocket without missing a beat. I opened my mouth to ask, but before I could get a single syllable out, he spoke, cutting right through the thick air like he knew what I was thinking.
“This weekend…” He stood and offered his hand to pull me forward. His palm was warm and commanding, just like his stare. “It’s gon' be a lil' different.”
My brows lifted. “Different how?”
But he didn’t answer. Just smirked, leaned in, and kissed me. Soft at first, then deeper. My breath caught all over again. My thighs clenched. That low hum of tension rolled right back through me and took up residence in my damn chest.
When he pulled back, his eyes held that same heat, but there was something else there now, too. Almost… possessive. “I’m gon’ introduce you to my world,” he said, his voice pure velvet with danger stitched in the seams. “So come on, beautiful. Let’s get ready.”
And as he led me back into the villa, calm and composed like he didn’t just flip my whole body inside out already, my mind wandered. What the hell does his world look like? And why did I want to surrender to every piece of it?
LEGEND
H e rh a n dw a ssmall in mine, but the warmth of her palm matched the fire in her eyes as we stepped down into the steaming hot water. The private outdoor shower and tub sat nestled against the side of the villa, steam rising in slow curls under the dusky Caribbean sky.
I sank into the water behind her, chest bare, dick already pulsing with need as I pulled her between my legs. Her back hit my chest, and I slid my arms around her waist. My lips brushed the curve of her neck, slow, calculated, soft.
“I should fuck you senseless right now,” I murmured against her ear, feeling her shiver.
She giggled, teasing. “So why don’t you?”
I smirked. “Because I’m tryna be patient. But…” I leaned back, dragging my fingers down her belly and spreading her thighs under the water. “I need somethin’ to hold me over.”
She tilted her head, eyes already glazed over. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” I stood up in the water, towering over her. “On your knees, baby.”
The look she gave me was a mix of nerves, lust, and pure want. She moved slowly, teasing. That confidence she’d grown into over the past year? It was fucking addictive. I watched her kneel between my legs, water sloshing around her, thick lashes fluttering as she looked up at me like she needed permission to be nasty.
She reached for my dick, already thick and heavy, and wrapped her lips around the tip like she missed the taste of me. I groaned, low and guttural, letting my head fall back as her tongue got to work. She wasn’t shy with it. Sloppy, focused, gagging and moaning, spit dripping from her chin into the water.
“Shiiit… there you go, baby.” My hand gripped the back of her head, hips bucking slowly. “Just like that.”
She moaned like it turned her on to please me. It did. My stomach tightened as her hands cupped my balls, her mouth working me like she needed to drain everything I had. I watched her, not blinking, not breathing, as I released down her throat and she swallowed every drop without flinching. Fuck. She licked her lips and looked up at me like she knew exactly what the fuck she just did. Dangerous.
Back in the room, we dressed slowly. She wore the soft champagne-toned two-piece I had delivered while we wereoutside, something sheer and draped just right on her body. Mine was a crisp champagne-toned white linen shirt and slacks.
“You always have women’s clothes just… ready?” she asked, arching a brow.
“Only for you.” I winked.
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re something else.”
We moved through the villa, low music humming through the walls as we got ready. I poured us both a drink before we walked out to the buggy that would take us across the Montserra. On the ride, she asked what this weekend was really about.
“I told you,” I said, eyes focused on the road. “I have some business to handle, and I wanted you with me for more reasons than one.”
She didn’t say anything, just glanced over at me with something in her eyes. Curiosity. A little hesitation. “Tell me again that you missed me.”
I could see it in her eyes; she needed that truth. So I gripped her throat, pulled her in close, and kissed her like I meant it. “I’ve missed you, Honey.”
We pulled up to the main villa on the far end of the island—grand, modern, wide open. Uplights in the sand. Private chefs. Servers. Music floating in the breeze. I could see everyone mingling. This trip included my partners and associates, such as Ronin, Trez, Vee, Chester, Hector, and the women they brought along for pleasure. A wife, a girlfriend, or something like it.
I kept Honey close. My hand was firm on the small of her back, letting every other nigga in the place know who she was with. She was stunning. Skin glowing. Eyes sharp. That bossenergy I saw in her, magnified now. I saw the way everyone looked at her. I also saw the flicker of something familiar across the room.
