Page 13 of Surrender to Me

“Do what?”

“Act like last night wasn’t…” I trailed off, shaking my head, trying to find the right words.

Legend watched me closely, his fingers still tapping against the counter like he was letting me work through whatever storm of emotions was brewing inside me. Finally, he spoke. “Last night was exactly what it was supposed to be.”

I scoffed. “Oh? And what the fuck was that?”

He smirked. “Me showing you how good it feels to surrender.”

A slow heat curled in my stomach at his words, but I ignored it. Because this wasn’t about how good it had felt. It was about how effortless it had been to give in to him. How easy it was to let him pull me under. I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. “So what now?”

Legend didn’t blink. “Now, we finish what we started.”

My breath caught because there was no hesitation in his voice. No gray area. No bullshit. Only certainty. “You really don’t expect me to last the whole weekend, do you?”

Legend smirked, going back to eating his food. “You will,” he stated matter-of-factly.

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re that confident?”

He set his fork down, standing, rounding the island toward me, his pace slow, deliberate, teasing. “We had an agreement,” he said smoothly, stopping right in front of me.

I tilted my head up, meeting his unwavering gaze and my pulse quickened. “And what makes you so sure I’ll last?”

He leaned down, gripping the edge of the island, his bare chest mere inches from my face, his scent—fresh soap and a woodsy cologne on his warm skin coiling around me like a trap. “Because,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, devastating, “you like this shit more than you thought you would.”

A slow, involuntary shiver racked through me. His smirk deepened. “You like being tied down,” he continued, his gravelly voice sinking into my bones, “helpless under my hands and these fucking toys.” Heat flared hot and sharp between my thighs, my nails digging into my palms.

“You like the way I take control," he continued. I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my breathing, but Legend wasn’t having it. He reached for my chin, tilting it just enough to make me look him in the eye. “And what you like the most,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, “is that no matter how much I take from you, you still want more.”

My breath hitched. Because…fuck.He was right.

I could lie to myself, pretend this was just an experience, just a transaction. But the truth was—I wanted him to take more of me. Ineededmore.I licked my lips, my throat dry and my body already warming under his touch again. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice pure dominance, full of unshakable command.

I swallowed. “Say what?”

“That you like it,” he said, brushing his thumb slowly down my throat and then his fingers clasped around it. Not hurting me one bit. If anything, it turned me on more.

I exhaled, slow and measured, my lips parting slightly. “I like it.”

Legend hummed, pleased. Then he leaned in, his mouth a breath away from mine. “Good,” he murmured. Standing there, he watched me, letting me feel every inch of his presence and the unspoken promise of more sitting heavy between us. Then, he pulled back, his fingers releasing from my throat as he straightened, stepping away like he hadn’t just turned my world upside down in the span of a few words. “Finish eating, sweetheart,” he ordered, nodding toward my plate. “We got a long day ahead of us.”

I blinked up at him, my mind still cloudy, my pulse still uneven. “A long day?”

Legend smirked, leaning against the counter, crossing his thick, tattooed arms over his chest. “You didn’t think I was just gonna keep you tied to my bed all weekend, did you?”

“Honestly? I wasn’t sure.” I had walked into this weekend thinking I knew exactly what I was getting into. Just sex. I had no idea. I picked up my fork, taking another bite, chewing slowly as I collected myself. “So, what’s the plan then?”

His smirk lingered as he reached for his coffee, taking a slow sip before answering. “We’re spending the day on my yacht.”

I nearly choked on my food. “Your what now?”

“My yacht,” he repeated smoothly, setting his cup down. “The water’s perfect today. We’ll take it out and go for a swim.”

I stared at him, still processing that sentence like he hadn’t just casually mentioned owning a fucking yacht. I mean, it was obvious he was rich but yacht wealthy?Jesus.I cleared my throat, setting my fork down. “Okay. And then?”

Legend arched a brow like he was amused by my attempt to be composed. “Then we’ll talk more about your business.”

That threw me off. I tilted my head. “You… still want to talk about that?”

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