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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

VALE

“Are you sure?”

I’ve never heard Nash sound so soft, and I’ve never been so brutally shocked.

He killed my rapist.

A rapist.

If I should feel guilt over it, I can’t. If I should be repulsed, I’m not. If I should be afraid of Nash? Never.

I’m in love with him.

“Yes,” I sigh. “I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

“Before I kiss you, Vale,” he searches my crying eyes, “you need to know something.”

“Please,” I stammer, “no more surprises.”

Tenderly, he smiles, his lips brushing mine. “Is it a surprise that I love you? I love you, and I mean it—I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine. I’ll give my life for you, too.”

A happy sob escapes before I smile. “Please don’t because I love you, too.” The emotions strangling my throat release with my plea, “Don’t ever let me go, Nash. I’ve always belonged to you.”

Those words lift a thousand pounds off my chest, my heart lighter and beating fast as Nash slowly presses his lips to mine. They’re supple and seeking, his beard soft, his touch warm, and making me stifle another sob because…

… I don’t flinch with him.

I don’t pull away.

I want this. I want him.

He holds my cheeks, fusing his lips to mine, and I melt into his kiss, parting my lips to let his tongue sweetly seek mine. The way he does it, lightly laving and licking, is how he’s lavished me everywhere else, and my body trusts him. I respond. The heat of our kiss slowly exploring sends warm ripples of desire from my fingertips to my core. Love floods my heart, joining the sensuous dance of our mouths, and I can’t help it.

I’m free.

I cry.

“Vale,” he lifts away, “do you want me to?—”

“Don’t stop,” I insist.

“But you’re crying.”

“They’re happy tears. I like kissing you.”

He gets that look. That sexy one I love to resist because I can’t. “Do you like it or do you love it?” He smirks. “Like me?”

“I love it.” I sink my hands into his wet hair, grinning. “Like I love you .” I tug at his strands, yanking him into another kiss—a hot and hungry one.

Desire prowls through my body, seeking his. Tilting my head, I grab his lush bottom lip with my teeth, playing and coaxing.

It releases his deep moan as he cups my ass in his hands and lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist, my wet lips locked to his.

He pants, barely pulling away. His muscles tense against me, like he’s worried. “Are you okay with it now? With your kiss? Did I give it back to you?”

God, how can he be so terrorizing then tender?

“Yes.” I clench my thighs wrapped around him. “Now, give me all of you .”

He carries me back to the boat, sharing more of our kiss while he swings his leg over the edge. Carefully, he descends the steps below. Rain gently patters against the windows as he turns, locking the door and securing us in the galley.

We’re soaked, so he sets me down by the edge of the bed before he peels off my T-shirt, and I tug at his. In quick movements, we toe off our shoes full of water before we strip off our wet clothes.

Shivers bloom over my skin, so Nash grabs towels from the small bathroom before wrapping one around my shoulders while hastily using the other.

But we’re not cold. I’m hot with anticipation because he’s hard for me. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me to straddle him, wrapping my legs around his waist again.

“Poison.” He pulls my lips to his, “Fuck, baby; my chest aches in the best way. It’s all this love for you. I’ve been holding it back for so long and?—”

“I know.” I’m drowning in his warmth, in his heat, too. “It’s overwhelming. But I don’t want to talk about it. I want to feel it with you.”

My towel falls to the floor as I kiss him again, letting his tongue dance with mine, and I don’t stop kissing him until I know … with Nash … I’ll never flinch again.

His kiss only fills me with trust. Need. Desire.

I reach between our legs and grab his rigid shaft, pressing his swollen tip to my slick entrance. Without words, we do this. We moan, our lips fused as I take every inch of him. In circles, I start moving my hips over him, and Nash suddenly groans, fisting my wet hair, our bodies burning for this.

So, I thrill him. I take him. I show him, yes, we’re meant to be together.

Switching my ride, I slowly move up and down, tightly clenching my walls around his swollen shaft with every outstroke.

“Fuck, Vale,” he growls, nipping at my lips. “Baby, the way you move. The way your tight, little pussy grabs my hard cock drives me insane.”

I give him a show, playing with my tits. I lock my eyes to his and lift my nipple to my lips, licking and sucking it.

His eyelids hood with lust. “Damn, I love my dirty girl.”

I tease my other nipple, the erotic show making my pussy pulse, and he can’t resist. I arch my back while he does it, too. Licking my nipple, circling and teasing it, Nash sucks it so hard; I cry out, my hips gyrating faster, my clit loving the friction.

I can come with him. I can do anything with him … and I will.

“Nash.” I tug at his hair, lifting his drooling lips from my nipple. “Fuck my ass.”

He blinks slowly, his brows lowering like a predator. “Say it again, poison.” He demands, “Say exactly what you want me to do to you because I’m about to be a beast again.”

I brush my lips over his, loving how I can kiss him now. “Please fuck my virgin ass, Mr. Allen.” He pants at my taboo taunt, “Remember our night by the pool? I’ve been waiting for you since then. I used to imagine you doing it, and now it’s all yours.”

There is no cage with Nash. I’m free. We can do everything we desire, and I’ve never wanted anyone like this. I never trusted anyone to do it.

But now?

“Get the lube out of the duffel,” Nash orders, nodding to it on the floor by the bed. “And that vibrator you brought, too.”

I slowly climb off him, loving how his cock bobs heavy and slick with my lust. Before I obey, I kneel between his legs and fist his base. Staring into his eyes, I lick my milky desire off his shaft as he sinks his hands into my hair, and I take every hard inch of him I can until I let him hear that sweet, gagging choke he loves. I love.

“Fuck, poison,” he groans. “I swear I’m going to fuck your virgin ass, then eat your sweet little pussy until you’re begging me to fuck your ass again.”

I lift my mouth off his length, letting him savor the salacious sight of me on my knees, my drool webbed to his cock. “Please do, my king.”

Those words raise his eyebrow, but this time … he doesn’t resist me. I will be his queen. So, when I bend over for the lube and toy in the bag on the floor, I pause, pulling my cheeks apart to give him a royal show of what’s his.

“Vale,” he snarls. “Give me that ass now, goddammit.”

He’s fighting for his control, and I’m testing it. “Is this what you want to fuck, Mr. Allen?”

“When you’re my queen,” he fumes, “you’ll bend over and take it like a good girl from me. Every hole. Every day.”

I grin, rising to turn around as I set the lube and toy on the bed.

“Let me, okay?” I straddle him again. “You’re big, and I’ll have to go slow. When your coronal ring, you know, the widest part on the head of your penis, starts pushing against my internal sphincter, I’ll have to exhale and bear down and?—”

“Vale,” he grabs my throat, “get out of your head and make room for me.”

He uses the lube, coating his fingers with it before he guides me to ride him again, wrapping my legs around his waist while he reaches around and starts stretching me open.

It feels so good; my clit throbs. He ruthlessly pumps his fingers in my ass, matching our tempo as I ride his cock, and he leans me back to suck my nipple. Perfectly, deliciously, loudly. “Oh god, Nash, you’re gonna make me come.”

Suddenly, he stops, lifting me off his hefty shaft. “Not yet,” he says. “You have to be real fucking hungry to take this.”

“How…” I pant. “How do you know?”

He smirks. “Shut up, Vale.”

Okay, that means he’s fucked a woman’s ass before, and right now, I’m not mad about it. As big as he is, I’m thankful for his expertise.

Yes, I’ve read almost all the books. Yes, I know how to fuck and suck to an expert degree, but this is new. This is trust only he has. This is a part of me only Nash can claim first. And forever.

He picks up the vibrator. “Show me your favorite speed.” I take it and click it twice.

Slowly, he presses it against my clit, letting the deep vibrations draw me to the edge again. My body aches with need over his waiting erection, and he gazes down, admiring how I’m dripping for him.

“Nash, please.” I tremble. “Please, I need to come.”

He lifts the toy away, and I groan, getting frustrated.

“Now…” he picks up the lube, generously pouring more over his waiting cock before he sets it down. Lacing his other hand through my hair, he pulls my stare to his. “Look me in the eye, Vale, while you slowly put my cock in your ass. Let me see how you’re mine.”

Good god, yes, I am.

I reach behind me, fisting his shaft, shifting my body to take him like this, to ease him inside slowly. Since his fingers opened me, the first part is easy, but like I’ve read, quickly, he hits that spot, and holy huge dick , I don’t know how people can even take a small one.

“Oh.” I wince.

“Do you want this?” He searches my eyes, his chest huffing with restraint.

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, I do.”

Taking the vibrator from the bed, he presses it to my clit again. With two clicks, it starts its perfect hum, making that sweet, aching throb begin again.

“Now, be a good girl,” he coaxes, “and relax so you can take all of my cock in your ass.”

With pleasure radiating from my clit to my core, I take the burning stretch, the overwhelming pressure. I want it. I want him past the point inside, resisting him. Bearing down with a deep exhale, I tremble, letting him in.

“Stay right there.” Control chokes his voice. “Breathe. Relax. Get used to the sensation.” He kisses me, his tongue laving over mine before he taunts, “Get used to loving my cock fucking your ass, Vale.”

He’s lost in our forbidden desire, too, our fantasy denied for so long.

The sensation is everywhere. From my toes to my scalp to my lips, shaking to my walls, clenching, and needing more. “Oh my god,” I gasp at the intensity, at the look in Nash’s eyes. They’re a storm of love and lust. They match mine.

It drives me to take more of him, to sink slowly until I’m quivering, stretched full, and sitting on his base.

“Fuck, poison.” He lifts the toy away, spreading my lips open and gazing down with praise, “Look at you taking all of me, baby. Look at your swollen clit and pretty pussy, open and dripping for this. Oh, my baby girl,” he groans, “you do love my cock in your ass.”

My body pulses, needy and loving his kinky praise. I’m losing my mind to it.

“Nash,” I sigh with a brave urge. It’s driving me to rise on his shaft before I lower, needing him. “Please,” I beg, staring into his wild eyes. “Please, Mr. Allen, make me come.” I scratch his flexing pecs, pleading, “Daddy, I need to come with your cock in my ass.”

“Goddamn, Vale, when you talk like that,” he snarls like a beast, yanking my mouth to his. He makes me groan, loving his claim, his penetration, his tongue, his cock, his kis s.

Pressing the vibrator to my clit, he takes us together. I’m shaking for it. I’m kissing him for it. With another click of the vibrator against my clit, he sends me soaring for it.

A million bursts of light fill my eyes, my body uncontrollable as I convulse in his arms, clenching around him, my screams of pleasure swallowed by his domineering kiss. By only Nash’s kiss, which tastes even sweeter as he comes, too.