My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 41: MINE, HIS, OURS
HAVEN'S POV
It was a good thing that the room we're in has been triple-glazed, or the highly scandalous noises coming from here would have bothered even the creatures lurking in the deepest part of the ocean.
"Fuck," Allessio cursed, his head buried between my breasts. He threw the now empty canister of whip cream he was holding moments ago over his shoulder. "I can't get enough of you."
"You don't need to. We're going to be in the middle of the ocean for the weeks to come. What else is there to do but this?"
We're in the room of his luxury yacht. I don't know where we're going, but he said we're taking a vacation. I also have no idea where we're headed or whether the yacht has stopped, though it feels like it did. I was too preoccupied by the things that happened in the yacht's main bedroom to care about the rest of the world.
I tightened my hold on his shoulders, and I playfully tightened my walls around his cock that hadn't really softened and instead are still semi-hard. He grunted and retaliated by biting the side of my breast, making me yelped loudly.
"I created a monster." He licked the part that he bit, eliciting a moan from me. "One that loves me inside her tight pussy as much as she loves sucking my cock."
A teasing smile curves my lips, and I arch my back, rubbing my front on his chest. "What can I say, Daddy? It's my birthday, and I deserve to blow my big, thick, and delicious candle."
Shaking his head, he held my waist and lifted me. Pulling his still half-hard cock out of me, he deposited me next to him on the bed.
I squealed when he suddenly flipped me, followed by a burst of laughter when his palm connected to the cheek of my behind. "Go take a bath and wear that sinful dress that is making me want to lock you into this bedroom."
I gave him a chaste kiss that lasted longer when he put a hand behind my head and deepened the kiss before I stood up and walked to the sofa to get the black garment bag on it. Bouncing lightly on my feet, I went to the bathroom.
The dress he was talking about is the very sexy white dress that the personal shopper he seems to have already hired full time for me, selected together with several other dresses.
It has a thin, one-strap shoulder and a generous cut-out on both sides of the waist. It's a form-fitting dress that cups me in the right places—a right amount of cleavage, a fit that accentuates my behind, and the thigh-high slit that makes it undeniably daring. Though it clung to my body, the skirt allows it to look flowy and free. It has an effortless elegance to it and a whole lot of sultriness.
Rosa convinced me to take it with me since, according to her, it's perfect for the yacht party that is intended today for my birthday. Even though it was just me, Allessio, Rosa herself, and a few members of Idalion are here with us.
