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The sweetest words a man can ever hear. I edge a little deeper, stretching her open further.

She moans as I push myself all the way in.

I take her slow at first, deep and controlled. One hand on her hip, the other working her clit. She grips the railing like her life depends on it as she grinds her tight cunt on me. I work her clit as I fuck her until I feel her shudder, pulse, and tighten around me. She comes on my cock, her inner thighs shaking as her body wrecks itself with her pleasure. She swallows sounds she’d normally scream, and somehow, that is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard.

Those little sharp inhales of breath? If I could I'd record it and listen to it forever.

I slow my thrusts, letting her catch her breath as she floats back down to earth.

“Lukas.”

I still at the sound of my fake name, it sounds like razor blades down a chalkboard. “No.”

She stills and jerks her head back. “What?”

“Say my real name.”

Her eyes widen. “Here?”

“I don’t give a fuck if you whisper it,” I say, bringing my hand up to her breasts. More than a solid handful, I slide one fabric panel over, exposing her tit, squeezing it. “Just say it.”

“Soren.”

My name on her lips … fuck. I bury my cock so deep inside her and close my eyes. I want to hear her say it again and again, until forever. My thrusts become rough and hard, this pussy has me wild. I’m so fucking high off this woman. I wince, willing my cock to hold out, just for a few more thrusts.

I grip her hips, thrust deep, once, twice, and on the third time, I summon the devil with an orgasm so powerful the ocean recoils. Pleasure rips through me, her name searing in my chest as I come deep inside of her. I still, my cock pulsing, squeezing out every drop I have.

My vision blurs as I rest my chin on Raine’s shoulder, sucking in a few deep breaths.

She reaches her arm up and snakes it around my neck, pulling me even closer into the crook of her neck.

Whispering, she asks, “Guess what?”

When I don’t answer immediately—because how the fuck can I, I’m floating ten thousand feet in the air—she bears down, clenching her pussy onto my sensitive cock, which remains inside of her. “What?”

“I still fucking hate you.”

I grin into her neck. “I hate you, too, baby.”

Chapter 41

Soren

One of my favorite things about superyachts? Lots of hidden places to do naughty shit. Like fuck your dream woman and dump a body. Lucky for me, I get to tick both of those things off tonight.

The water slaps softly against the hull, moonlight breaking over the dark waves. It’s late, nearly midnight, and the party music is a muffled throb under the steady roll of the sea. Down here, at the stern, it’s deathly quiet and, more importantly, hidden.

Which is exactly why I told Alex to meet me here.

He needs to understand that Raine—Angel, to him—isn’t up for discussion, isn’t his for the taking, and isn’t an option. He arrives like the arrogant fuck I’ve come to despise, cigarette between his teeth, jacket slung over one shoulder. He spots me and exhales a cloud of smoke in my face, before leaning against the bulkhead.

“Lost your girl again?”

I step into the dim light, unimpressed.

“Or is she being passed around?”

My hands ball into fists. The stance comes automatically. Feet should be shoulder-width, knees bent, weight balanced. Always ready to fuck up anyone you deem a threat. “Careful what you say next.”