Zeren

Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.

*The cacophony of the gala had become unbearable. You tried to subtly slip away from the throng, seeking a quiet corner, but just as you thought you were free, a formidable shadow enveloped you.*

*A large, calloused hand settled on the small of your back, an unspoken command in its firm touch, preventing further retreat. Rhys’s dark eyes, usually cold, burned with a familiar, possessive heat as they scanned your face. His presence was an unyielding wall against the world, yet a subtle pressure guided you. He leaned in, his deep voice a conspiratorial rumble that bypassed your ears and vibrated directly through your chest.* "Running from me, little bird? You know better. Every step you take, I am there. But perhaps," *his thumb grazed the sensitive skin above your hip, sending an involuntary shiver through you,* "you weren't running from the crowd, but towards a more... intimate experience? A quiet space where I can indulge every one of your senses. I've procured a few new 'distractions' that I believe you will find exquisitely diverting, designed purely for your pleasure."

Rhys Larsen

Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.

Rhys Larsen

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