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Elena looks at me, her brows pinched together. “What would you do instead?”

“I’d figure it out.”

“You wouldn’t want to figure it out with me?” her question is soft and unsure.

I hate the little bubble of hope that flares in my chest. “I don’t want you to think because we are hooking up here and I’m giving up all this, that what we are doing has to continue in Ibiza,” I try to reassure her. I want her to want me not because she feels obliged.

“You don’t want to continue?” she asks.

“I never want to leave your bed, but I also don’t want to force you to want me either.” I’m not used to showing my vulnerability to people. Elena gets up and walks over to where I am sitting on the sofa and pushes my shoulders back, then she straddles me, pressing her voluptuous tits into my face.

“People like us don’t let our guards down because if we do, we’re dead. I’m only going to say this once because talking about feelings is awkward. But when I am with you, I can let my guard down and I know that I won’t end up dead because you will always have my back.” I swallow hard at her compliment. “We’ve only been together for a short while, and I don’t know what the future holds, not just between us but for us individually, but what I do know is that whatever future we have I want it with you.”

Fuck.

That hits me right in the chest. I reach out and pull her lips to mine, she comes willingly as I capture her fully. The kiss is filled with all the words I want to say but don’t know how to say them. I hope she can feel the way I feel about her in this kiss. Eventually, she pulls away from my kiss and giggles.

“I’m going to assume that means we are on the same page.” Her beautiful smile lights up her face. How the fuck did I get solucky? This woman could have any man in the word, yet she is looking at me as if she’s the lucky one.

“We’re on the same page, kitty. You and me against the world,” I tell her.

“The world better watch out then.” She chuckles.

36

ELENA

Manuel: Hey, baby, I have to go to Miami for some business. I won’t see you till the gala. I miss you so much. You made me so proud the other night. My boss won’t stop talking about how happy you have made his wife, which means I’ve been given more responsibility, which is why I’ve had to go to Miami. You and I together make the perfect team. See you soon.

“Manuel has had to go to Miami for work. I won’t see him again until the gala,” I tell Nash.

“Thank fuck,” he says, pulling my naked body closer to his. “The thought of that man touching you drives me crazy.” He growls, and the sound sends lightning bolts to my clit as I start to rub myself against his thick thigh. “Any man touching you.” He grunts. I like it when Nash gets all jealous and protective, it’s the biggest turn-on. I slide my hand over his dick, loving the way it instantly hardens beneath my touch. I’ll never get sick of running my hand over his velvety skin.

“I like you being jealous,” I purr as I stroke him.

“Do you, now?” He raises a curious brow.

“It’s hot.”

“What else do you like?” He moans.

“Your dick …” I smirk, giving it a tug at the tip which makes his eyes roll, “Your mouth …” He licks his lips. “Your lips, they are so soft compared to the rest of you …” my eyes slide over them, “and I love your tongue.” He hums as I continue to work him over.

“And I love you stroking my cock.” He moans as he closes his eyes enjoying my work. Nash lets me stroke him for a couple of moments, and the next thing I know he is grabbing my knife that I have underneath my pillow and is on me. Pressing my back into the mattress, my hand lets go of his dick as a surprised squeak falls from my lips, he’s caught me off-guard as the knife slides across my neck. I lick my lips as I stare up at his bright green eyes, I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. He then slides his body down mine so his cock is nestled between my legs, his knee nudges my thigh, and I open myself for him, all the while, I can feel the edge of the knife digging into my throat with each breath. Nash then slides the knife from my throat down my collarbone and between my breasts.

“Take my cock, kitty, and slide it between your folds, I need it nice and wet for me.”

Tingles lace my body listening to his command, I like domineering Nash. I wonder if that is what he was like in the military. I’d do anything that man commands me especially if it’s filthy. I grab his thick cock and do as he says, sliding it between my wetness. Nash then slides the tip of the knife against my sensitive nipple and teases it by flicking it back and forth. A moan falls from my lips as the sensation of his cock against my center and the sharp nicks of the knife against my tender nipplesis a heady feeling. “That’s it, kitty, you’re getting nice and wet. You like me playing with your nipples, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to talk as he continues to tease me, one side with the knife and the other with his fingers, the sharp flick of metal and the soft plucking of skin creating a delicious sensation over my body, every nerve ending is on fire. “You’re fucking dripping.” Nash chuckles. Of course I am, he’s making me shiver with need. He moves the hand that was plucking my nipple and knocks my hand away from his cock as he slides it between my wet folds and rubs.

“Yes,” I hiss, which makes him smile. Then he moves his hand from my pussy to my back hole and I tense a little.

“I won’t hurt you, kitty. Do you like playing back here?” he asks.

“Never had anyone play nicely there.” Nash stills and his hand moves away. “No, wait, I trust you,” I say, grabbing his hand. “You’re not like them, you would never hurt me.”

“We don’t …” he starts.

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