Chapter 8:
Farewell Party
The grand farewell gala pulsed with lights, music, and champagne under the stars on the main deck. I wore a sleek black evening dress that hugged every curve, slit high on one thigh. Beneath it, a thin leather collar circled my throat discreet enough to pass as jewelry, but tight enough that I felt it with every swallow. Kai’s mark. I was already soaked, thighs slippery, p***y aching from days of relentless use.
He looked devastating in his formal white captain’s uniform, moving through the crowd like he owned everything including me.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured when we had a moment alone near the railing, his hand sliding up the slit of my dress to cup my bare cunt. “Dripping down my fingers in front of all these people. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper
