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Which is wrong, bad, and shouldn’t happen for so many reasons, but fuck, can’t I have something nice for once in my life?
Whether it’s an accident or his gentlemanly fa?ade drops, he gropes my ass, grabbing at the flesh so it pulls at my folds. My lips fall into an O.
My eyes round when his hand threaded into my hair uses the strands as leverage to force me to hold his suffocating gaze. “You fascinate me.” His breath skates across my tingling skin. “Everything about you fascinates me.” He carefully kneads my backside, getting closer and closer to the forbidden area each time. “The mark behind your ear. Your voice. How you tap your right thumb against your thigh when you’re thinking. Scrunching your nose before eating crab. The stretch you do when you first wake up. Sometimes, when you’re working, you make these small humming sounds. It’s rare, but it always brings a smile to my face.”
I flush red against the chilled water. He noticed all that? “This is the most you’ve spoken to me in weeks.”
Outside of the treasure room.
He stops massaging me and looks away, pretending to focus on navigating the tunnel, even though the pool is right above us. “It’s for the best.”
I take a deep breath just before the bubble bursts and saltwater floods around us. It’s not a full second before we’re breaking the surface into the cave that’s quickly becoming my own safe space—like the swinging chair hanging from the ceiling, handmade by Ordus using the trees around the island. He set it up next to the shelf filled with books he smuggled for me from the mainland so I can stay inside and read if the weather is bad, I’m too tired, or to wind down before bed.
Then there’s the thick mats made from layers of woven bamboo to protect my feet from the unforgiving stone, and the little bed of dirt, moss, and coconut husks I made for Vasz.
I’ve made this entire island my own faster than I made the cabin my home back in Bali. It took six months before I even dared buy new clothes or used a dining chair that wasn’t a couple bucks and made from plastic.
Yet here I am, changing this place into my vision, away from pirates and the Gallaghers, from the claws of crippling paranoia and the brink of hysteria.
My greatest threats on this island are the sharp rocks, bats that leave me alone as long as I return the favor, Vasz’s teeth, and the organ between my ribs that wants too much of Ordus’ attention. Companionship. To beat without feeling the twinge of the shards encasing it.
My attention fixes on the monster before me, carrying me like I’m his greatest treasure. Lips thin and wary. Jaw tight and clenched. Voice brittle. “I can’t say the wrong things if I never speak.”
The water quietly laps against us as I draw my hand over his hair and shoulders, down to the center of his chest where the purrs have stopped. It’s a sound I’ve come to long for, soft rumblings I hear as sleep lulls me into its clutches every night.
“You should talk more anyway,” I whisper. “You have a nice voice.”
A small smile tugs at my lips when the soft vibrations stir beneath my fingertips, unraveling every knot in my muscles.
Ordus’ eyes slowly travel down to my hand. He stills beneath me, so stiff, he could shatter. My eyes round, and every cell in my body screams in panic. Something’s wrong.
I frantically follow his line of sight to my breast, and the internal screaming turns deafening. My bikini shifted during the swim; now Ordus has a first-row seat to my exposed nipple.
Mortification stains my body in bright splotches of red. Before I can scramble to cover myself and collect the last vestiges of my dignity, a tentacle loops around my thigh, and the pointed tip brushes over my center.
I suck in a sharp breath, looking up at Ordus. Whatever pain painted him earlier has morphed into pure, unbridled desire.
He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, the tip of his claw curving over my lip. “The Goddess made you perfect, little mate.”
My eyelids flutter at the heat in his voice. It’s deeper than I’ve ever heard it before, a fraying thread about to snap.
Oxygen whooshes from my lungs at the press of a pointed edge along the inner seams of my bikini bottoms before moving across my ass to hold me up. A growl thunders beneath his purr.
There’s an unfamiliar comfort in knowing I could say a single word, and this will all end. He’ll let me go, maybe even fix my top for me, turn his head to give me privacy. The tension would evaporate.
He hasn’t pushed me to marry him because it’s my decision. He hasn’t touched me in inappropriate ways or said anything that makes my skin crawl because he won’t do anything unless I ask for it.
I shift my hips against his tentacle, grinding along the hard limb. Ordus’ nostrils flare, and his lips peel back to reveal his sharp teeth, his expression twisted with rage and desperation. I’m not scared. On the contrary—I want to wrap my arms around him, trace his harsh jaw, and hang on every word he’s willing to give me.
“Cindi,” he warns.
A bulb drags along my inner thigh. It pauses over my sex.
Oh. He’s just as affected as I am.
“You should talk more often,” I whisper, lips moving against his clawed thumb that could rip me to shreds.
I poke my tongue out, swiping across the harsh pad to taste the saltwater clinging to his skin.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasps. His fingers twitch against my ass, eyes never once straying back to my exposed chest.
Control. He’s giving me every ounce of it in this moment.
This is for me, not him. Everything he does is for me.
Goosebumps erupt over my flesh as he draws us out of the water, settling me against his thick limbs on the side of the pool. He towers over me, his hand still inches away from finding out it’s not the water making me wet.
His tentacle tightens around my leg, and warm liquid spills onto the delicate skin of my inner thigh. The muscles in my lower stomach spasm, and he takes a deep breath. The blacks of his eyes devour the blue, more beast than man.
And the monster is still giving me the reins.
I want to take them.
“It…aches.” I almost don’t recognize myself.
Ordus’ purr jumps in volume. “Tell me where it hurts.” He trails his finger along my cheek, bending down to brush his lips up my jaw to the shell of my ear. “Let me fix it, mate.”
My breaths come out in short bursts. My free leg falls to the side, knee resting on his waiting tentacle. I arch my back, pushing my ass into his hand before grinding myself against the V of his abs.
He snarls, a sound so animalistic, my heart rate leaps.
Without warning, my bikini bottom is reduced to shreds, a pile of ribbons on the ground, swollen flesh exposed to him.
I’m distantly aware of the sirens blaring in my head, warning bells urging me to step on the brakes, to stop us from crossing a line I can’t uncross. I know what this would mean for me. What would it translate to for the monster who thinks I’m his soulmate?
Whatever the answer is, the question evaporates from my mind as soon as a tentacle sinks into me. A moan tears from my throat at the same time as he releases a growl that vibrates through my bones.
It’s a gentle move, cautious, like he’s holding himself back and doesn’t want to hurt me.
I clamp around him. Somewhere in me, there’s a long rope with dents and tangles. In a single second, it’s obliterated. His sucker pulses around my clit, and there’s nothing in this universe that exists except his tentacle in my pussy.
Ordus draws back before pushing back inside me, over and over, deeper each time. I look down as warm liquid drips from his bulbed appendage onto my core and trickles around his thrusting tentacle.