Legend smirked, going back to eating his food. “You will,” he stated matter-of-factly.

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re that confident?”

He set his fork down, standing, rounding the island toward me, his pace slow, deliberate, teasing. “We had an agreement,” he said smoothly, stopping right in front of me.

I tilted my head up, meeting his unwavering gaze and my pulse quickened. “And what makes you so sure I’ll last?”

He leaned down, gripping the edge of the island, his bare chest mere inches from my face, his scent—fresh soap and a woodsy cologne on his warm skin coiling around me like a trap. “Because,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, devastating, “you like this shit more than you thought you would.”

A slow, involuntary shiver racked through me. His smirk deepened. “You like being tied down,” he continued, his gravelly voice sinking into my bones, “helpless under my hands and these fucking toys.” Heat flared hot and sharp between my thighs, my nails digging into my palms.

“You like the way I take control," he continued. I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my breathing, but Legend wasn’t having it. He reached for my chin, tilting it just enough to make me look him in the eye. “And what you like the most,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, “is that no matter how much I take from you, you still want more.”

My breath hitched. Because… fuck. He was right.

I could lie to myself, pretend this was just an experience, just a transaction. But the truth was—I wanted him to take more of me. I needed more. I licked my lips, my throat dry and my body already warming under his touch again. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice pure dominance, full of unshakable command.

I swallowed. “Say what?”

“That you like it,” he said, brushing his thumb slowly down my throat and then his fingers clasped around it. Not hurting me one bit. If anything, it turned me on more.

I exhaled, slow and measured, my lips parting slightly. “I like it.”

Legend hummed, pleased. Then he leaned in, his mouth a breath away from mine. “Good,” he murmured. Standing there, he watched me, letting me feel every inch of his presence and the unspoken promise of more sitting heavy between us. Then, he pulled back, his fingers releasing from my throat as he straightened, stepping away like he hadn’t just turned my world upside down in the span of a few words. “Finish eating, sweetheart,” he ordered, nodding toward my plate. “We got a long day ahead of us.”

I blinked up at him, my mind still cloudy, my pulse still uneven. “A long day?”

Legend smirked, leaning against the counter, crossing his thick, tattooed arms over his chest. “You didn’t think I was just gonna keep you tied to my bed all weekend, did you?”