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I stand over her, watching water droplets slide down the curves of her body, each one following a path I want to trace with my tongue. Desire coils tight in my gut.

“You’re dripping on the carpet,” she says, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as her eyes take in my naked body, lingering on my hard cock.

“You’re the only thing I care about getting wet right now,” I growl, lowering myself onto the bed beside her.

My hand slides up her thigh, feeling goosebumps rise beneath my touch.

I capture her mouth with mine, the kiss immediately deep and demanding.

No gentle exploration, no careful restraint.

This kiss is pure ownership, my tongue claiming hers, my teeth grazing her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp.

She melts into it, her hands finding my shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there. I take her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as I break the kiss to look down at her.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask, my voice rough with need. “How fucking perfect you are?”

I rake my eyes over Audrey’s wet body spread across the expensive hotel sheets.

She’s watching me with those wide eyes that somehow manage to be innocent and hungry at the same time.

The contrast drives me wild. Audrey Worthington, sophisticated heiress in public, but here, behind closed doors, she’s mine to shape, mine to pleasure, mine to push beyond the boundaries she’s lived within her entire life.

I lower myself onto the bed, hovering over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. Her soft curves press against the hard planes of my body, her skin still damp from the bath. I capture her mouth in a rough kiss, teeth grazing her bottom lip as I pull away.

“I want to try something different tonight,” I murmur.

She shivers beneath me, her hands sliding up my chest. “Different how?”

I push up, supporting my weight on one arm while my other hand traces the curve of her hip, her waist, the underside of her breast.

“I love how innocent you can be, Princess. Love watching you blush when I talk dirty to you.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it pebbles under my touch. “But I want more tonight.”

“More?” Her voice catches on the word as I pinch her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp.

“I want to show you how much I love every part of you.” Goosebumps bloom along her skin as I trail my fingers down her stomach. “Want to give you pleasure everywhere. Want to taste all of you.”

Her cheeks flush pink, understanding dawning in her eyes. “You mean...”

“I mean tonight, nothing is off limits.” I lower my head, breath hot against her ear. “No part of you is forbidden to my mouth. My tongue. My teeth.”

She squirms beneath me, equal parts aroused and self-conscious. “Reign, I’ve never...”

“I know, Princess.” I trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat. “That’s why I want to be the one to show you. Want to watch you discover how good it can feel. How much pleasure your body is capable of giving and receiving.”

Her pulse flutters beneath my lips as I suck gently at the hollow of her throat.

“I want you to give in to that dirty side of yourself,” I continue, my hand sliding between her thighs. “The side that belongs only to me.”

I dip one finger inside her, finding her still wet from her orgasm in the bath. “Say yes, Audrey. Let me have all of you.”

She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me up to look at her. There’s vulnerability in her eyes, but also trust.

“Yes,” she whispers, the single word holding more power than any contract I’ve ever signed.

I growl my approval, claiming her mouth again in a kiss that’s all possession and promise. Then I shift, moving away from her, rearranging our positions on the bed.

“Come here,” I instruct, lying back against the pillows. “I want you on top of me.”

She moves to straddle me, but I stop her with a hand on her hip. “Not that way.” I guide her to turn around, facing away from me. “I want your sweet pussy over my mouth while you take my cock.”

Her entire body flushes at my crude words, but she follows my direction, positioning herself above me. The view is fucking magnificent. Her perfect ass hovering above my chest, her glistening sex just inches from my mouth, her thighs trembling slightly with anticipation or nervousness or both.

“Now, lower yourself down,” I murmur, my hands sliding up to grip her hips. “Let me taste you while you taste me.”

She hesitates for only a moment before leaning forward, her hands bracing on my thighs as she takes my cock in one small hand. The feeling of her breath against my sensitive skin makes my muscles tense, anticipation coiling tight in my gut.

I pull her hips down and bring her pussy to my mouth. The first broad stroke of my tongue makes her gasp, her body jerking slightly above me. I hold her steady, not letting her pull away, lapping at her with deliberate, measured strokes.

“Put my cock in your mouth, Princess,” I encourage between licks. “Show me how much you want this.”

She lowers her head, soft lips closing around the head of my cock, and I groan against her flesh. The dual sensation of her hot mouth enveloping me while my tongue explores her is almost overwhelming.

I grip her ass with both hands and spread her wider, exposing parts of her she’s probably never even seen herself.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, before extending my tongue to lave against that tight, puckered hole.

She freezes for a moment, a muffled cry vibrating around my cock as I gently probe her with my tongue. Then she melts into it, her body relaxing as pleasure overrides her initial shock.

I alternate between her pussy and her ass, licking, sucking, tasting every inch of her, showing her with my mouth how much I worship every part of her body. Above me, she’s finding her rhythm, taking my cock deeper with each downward movement of her head.

There’s something primal, almost animalistic about this position.

Both of us using our mouths to pleasure the other, face to sex, nothing hidden, nothing held back.

It’s raw and crude and filthy, and I fucking love it.

Love corrupting my princess like this, pushing her beyond the prim boundaries of her upbringing into the wild, uninhibited woman she’s capable of being.

“Take me deeper, baby,” I groan as she hollows her cheeks around me. “As deep as you can go. Show me how much you want my cock.”

She responds by relaxing her throat, taking me further than she ever has before. The sight of her ass bouncing slightly as she works me with her mouth, combined with the wet heat of her surrounding my tongue, brings me dangerously close to the edge.

I slide two fingers inside her pussy, curling them to find that spot that makes her thighs shake. When I feel it, that slightly rougher patch of flesh, I press firmly, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her ass.

She moans around my cock, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge. I feel her thighs beginning to tremble, know she’s getting close. My free hand comes down on her ass in a light slap, just enough to sting.

“Come on my tongue,” I command, the words muffled against her flesh. “Show me what a dirty girl you can be.”

Something about the command, the permission to be shameless, breaks the last of her restraint. She grinds down against my face, riding my tongue and fingers with abandoned need, even as she continues working my cock with desperate enthusiasm.

I feel her orgasm begin, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. The knowledge that I’ve pushed her to this edge, made her come from my tongue in her ass and my fingers in her pussy, while she sucks my cock like she’s starving for it.

It’s too much.

I explode in her mouth, hot pulses of release that she swallows greedily, not missing a drop. The intensity of it whites out my vision for a moment, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain ripping through me.

As our bodies gradually calm, she collapses on top of me, her face pressed against my thigh, both of us breathing hard. I gently guide her to turn around, pulling her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin.

For long moments, we lie in silence, heartbeats gradually slowing, skin cooling in the air-conditioned room. I stroke her hair, pressing occasional kisses to her forehead, overwhelmed by the trust she’s just shown me.

My whole life, I’ve avoided this. This raw, exposed feeling of needing someone.

Of letting them matter. I’ve kept women at arm’s length, enjoyed their bodies but never their hearts.

Made sure they understood the rules: physical pleasure, mutual satisfaction, and nothing more permanent than a night or two.

No strings. No complications. No weakness.

Until Audrey.

She burrows deeper against my chest, her breath warm against my skin, and something inside me cracks open.

I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair. “I love you so much, Princess.”

She raises her head, eyes wide and vulnerable as they search mine. I don’t try to take the words back, don’t try to qualify them. They’re the purest truth I’ve ever spoken.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

“Say it again,” I whisper, needing to hear it one more time, to make sure it wasn’t just post-orgasm euphoria talking.

Her smile is soft, almost shy as she traces my jawline with her fingertip. “I love you, Reign Mitchell.”

I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “And I love you, Audrey Elizabeth Worthington. More than I thought possible.”

She settles back against my chest, her body warm and pliant against mine. We lie in comfortable silence, my fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine, her breath steady against my skin.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says finally, her voice quiet but clear.

“About what?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. “About what you said at the cabin. About taking me away and starting over somewhere new.”

My body tenses slightly. “What about it?”

Her eyes search mine. “Did you mean it? Really mean it? That we could just...leave? Start fresh somewhere else?”

“Every word,” I say without hesitation. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

She takes a deep breath, her next words coming out in a rush.

“I want that. After Ben’s fight, I’m going to tell Gio it’s over. I want you to take me away from all of this.”

I freeze, not sure I’ve heard her correctly. Despite all our planning, all our whispered promises, I never truly believed she’d make such a clean break. I expected negotiation, compromise, a gradual separation from her family and their expectations.

I sit up, pulling her with me, needing to see her face clearly.

“But what about Worthington Sports? Everything you’ve been worried about losing?”

“None of it matters without my freedom,” she says simply. “Without you. I’ve spent my whole life being what everyone else needed me to be. I want to be mine now. Yours.”

Something fierce and possessive roars to life inside me. My hands frame her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones.

“Do you have any idea what you’re offering me?” I press my forehead against hers, overwhelmed by what she’s saying. “A future. A real one.”

“So, where should we go?” she asks, her fingers trailing along my jaw. “Where can we disappear to where Lucille and Gio won’t find us?”

“Montana,” I say, the word falling from my lips before I’ve fully formed the thought. “My dad’s place.”

Her eyes widen. “Your dad? I didn’t know you had family in Montana.”

“Had,” I correct gently. “He passed away three years ago. Left me the property. About two hundred acres outside a town called Whitefish. Mountains, forest, a lake. The house needs work, but it’s solid. Private.”

“You never mentioned it before,” she says, curiosity evident in her voice.

I run a hand through my hair, memories surfacing that I’ve kept buried for years. “We weren’t close. He left when I was ten. Military man, career first, family second. Or maybe third.”

Her hand finds mine, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Ancient history now.” I lace our fingers together. “We reconnected a few years before he died. Not enough to fix everything, but enough for him to want me to have the land. Said it had been in our family for generations. Said it was a place where a man could breathe.”

I can picture it so clearly. Audrey there, painting the Montana sunset from the wide porch, her hair catching the light like fire. Her easel set up by the lake, capturing the mountains reflected in still water. Building something together that’s ours, not borrowed or inherited or acquired.

“It sounds perfect,” she whispers.

“After Ben’s fight,” I confirm, sealing the promise with a kiss to her palm. “Then you tell Vega it’s over, and we disappear. I’ll have everything ready.”

She nods, resolution hardening her expression. “One more week of pretending. I can do that.”

“And then no more pretending. Ever.” I pull her back against my chest, holding her close. “Just us.”