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I want to know if her cum tastes as sweet as her moans.

Or how her little mouth looks full of my cock. Can she get it all inside? Every single inch? Will she let me ram it deep down her slender throat until she gags and can’t breathe?

My mind spins as I watch her press kiss after kiss on my scars and my dick thickens in my pants, my heavy balls dropping.

Achy. Desperate. In need.

“Yes, little Olive. Kiss it. Suck it. Lick it. Because the next thing you’ll kiss will be my lips and my cock.”

She gasps, her eyes widening as if she finally realizes what she’s doing.

How terribly wrong it is—the lines we’re crossing.

How right it feels.

If this goes further, I can protect her. I’m an Anderson. We’ll hide this from the world.

The tempting thought takes root.

Olivia springs away and drops my arm like it’s a grenade.

But too bad. She doesn’t realize that grenades explode when you let go, and it’s already too late. She’s pulled the pin without realizing it.

I grab her hand, craving her touch. Addicted. She makes me believe I’m worth it.

Like I deserve catharsis.

“Don’t go.” My voice is guttural and raw. “Stay.”

Stay for me.

“I-I can’t be doing this, M-Mr.—”

No. Not Mister.

“I’m tired. Stay with me. And Rex…please.”

She stills, her eyes roving over my face and whatever she sees there has her sitting back down, her arm slowly relaxing. I twine my fingers with hers, relishing her sharp inhale and pinkening cheeks.

The blush is so beautiful.

She’s so riveting. Bewitching.

“Go to sleep…Rex,” she murmurs, softly squeezing my fingers.

I skate my thumb over the back of her hand, and by some miracle, my eyelids grow heavy, the sensual heat spreading and morphing into something different.

Peace. Quiet. Surrender.

The last thing I see before I close my eyes is her elfin face—an angel by the bedside of a demon.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The crystals on thechandelier rattle as the ship pitches to the side. I burrow myself deeper into the comforter on my bed, and hold on to my laptop. Thank God I didn’t eat a full meal at dinner tonight.

Lightning splits across the angry skies and booming thunder rattles the floor-to-ceiling window. Rain crashes against the glass as the cruise ship sways again.

The turbulence settles a few seconds later, and I focus on my laptop screen. According to my research, Velowake is a drug used to treat narcolepsy. It’s still in trials, so Rex must’ve gotten them off the black market. And it’s not just “caffeine” pills, as he claimed.