Page 111 of Reckless Royalty

I step closer, cupping her face in my hands. “I want to see all of you,” I say simply, my voice low. “Not just your body, but all of you. What makes you feel safe. What makes you feel good.”

Her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly. “Mihai…”

“Like I said, only if you trust me.” I smile softly, brushing my thumb over her cheek.

She nods, her breath catching. “I do.”

“Good.” I step back, motioning toward the bed. “Strip for me, baby, then lie down.”

She hesitates for a moment before removing her clothes and climbing onto the bed. I can tell she’s nervous, but the way she looks at me—there’s so much trust in her eyes it almost undoes me.

I lean over her, my hand trailing over her arm, her shoulder and her side. Every curve of her body feels like it was made to fit perfectly against mine.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Every part of you.”

Her cheeks flush again, and she smiles shyly. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Only when it’s the truth,” I reply, earning another soft laugh from her.

This isn’t just about trying something new—it’s about showing her how much she’s already come to mean to me. About giving her a piece of myself no one else has ever seen.

“E?ti în siguran?a cu mine.”I murmur as I lean down to kiss her lips. “Just listen to me. Feel me. Nothing else matters.”

She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. “You… you’ve never done this before?”

I shake my head. “Not with anyone else. Just you,” I say, knowing why she’s asking me that. “I never trusted myself like this with anyone.”

Her eyes widen slightly at this, and I love the effect my truth has on her. She breathes out a sigh and gives me a small smile.

“Okay,” she says, kissing my cheek. “I trust you to take care of me, Mihai.”

She’s going to ruin me in the best way.

MADDY

Mihai hovers above me, his dark curls falling across his forehead, his lips slightly parted as if he’s about to speak but hasn’t found the words yet. His gaze is intense, like he’s studying me, memorizing every freckle, every curve, every little detail.

“Still with me?” His voice is soft, soothing, and laced with just a hint of mischief.

I want to respond, but my voice catches in my throat. Instead, I nod, my trust in him overwhelming.

“Words, baby,” he says, a low growl that makes my core clench. “I need to hear them.”

“Yes,” I reply softly. “I’m here. I want to try, Mihai. I trust you.”

His lips twitch into a smirk, but there’s something tender beneath it.

“Good,” he murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “That’s all I need to hear.”

He reaches for a scarf from the nightstand, the silk slipping between his fingers like liquid, and he holds it up for me to see.

“This is going to keep your hands out of trouble,” he says, the teasing note in his voice making me bite my lip. “But it’s also a promise—I’ll take care of you.”

I nod, whispering, “Okay.”

“Wrist,” he says and I hesitate for half a second, then extend my hand. His fingers wrap around my wrist, gentle but firm, and he ties the scarf securely but not too tight. It’s enough to hold me, to keep me present.

The first wrist is tied to the headboard, and then the second follows. I test the restraints instinctively, the silk smooth and soft against my skin.

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