Page 32 of Filthy Royal

“Scarlett?” Damien’s deep rasp rumbled by her ear, and she realized she’d gotten lost in her worries.

This was supposed to be a happy, stolen moment together.

“Let me look.” After placing another quick peck to his chest—she couldn’t resist—she pushed her palms against his torso and spun.

“So bossy.” He laughed but let her go.

Throat tightening, she took it all in.

There’d been an attempt to clear away the cobwebs and stack most of the crumbling rocks to the side.

Candles flickered in strategic locations, adding a warm, romantic glow to a space already softly lit by crystals imbedded in the ceiling and walls. A space now separated into two sections.

Her gaze bounced from one area to the next, the purr she made only when he was near vibrating through her.

In one corner, he’d arranged two chairs. She was almost certain she’d seen trainers sitting in similar ones in the arena earlier. Between the chairs was a stack of crates covered by a thin, emerald green blanket. A make-shift table with a platter of food rested on top.

In the other section, a mattress lay on the floor, several colorful blankets draped across it.

“Damien, I… I can’t believe you did all this.” Her voice trembled. “It’s… incredible.”

No one had ever done anything like this for her before.

And it wasn’t just the sweetness of the gesture itself.

She’d never realized how easily she’d accepted the crumbs the Consortium gave her, how passively she allowed them to keep her prisoner. But Damien had taken from them—raiding their supplies—to make something special for her. She’d been so focused on escaping the dome that she’d failed to see all the small ways she could push back and be free even while still here.

He was opening her eyes to a multitude of ways to fight back. There was a whole city, bequeathed to her by her mother’s kind, that she’d never dared explore.

It was yet another gift, and no matter what happened next, she’d always have it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Damien’s arms banded around her, the steady heat of him seeping into her as he drew her against him. “I wanted to give you a place that could be just yours. Away from the Consortium. Where you could be free to let your colors loose.”

With those words, she tumbled head over heels into love.

Wild, reckless, foolish, beautiful love.

There was no part of her now that didn’t breathe and move and exist for this male—and she always would.

“It’s perfect.” She covered the big hands gripping her hips with her own. “And best of all, it’s not just mine. It’s ours.”

“Mmm.” His jaw nuzzled her temple while the bulge in his leathers prodded the small of her back. “I thought of you all rotation. Of coming here. Of all the things we could do together… in our secret hideaway. No need to be quiet. Few use the tunnels and I picked a sanctuary in the deepest part of the old city—and set a few traps to let me know long in advance if anyone does accidentally come our way. So, unless we hear those, there’s no need to worry about anyone finding us here. It’s just you and me… and all our secret fantasies.”

Need whispered through her, her body heating as her nipples went tight.

“I have so many.” She rocked back against him, her arms reaching behind her to grip his thighs and hold him to her. “You’re in trouble now. And that youthful endurance you’re so proud of? I only hope it’s going to be enough.”

He chuckled low and deep. “You know I like a challenge.”

“Then let’s get started.” Spinning in his hold, she pushed against his chest and broke free. Then, stepped back and crooked her finger his way. “I have so many plans.”

But really, she wanted to know what he wanted. To touch him everywhere, kiss away every bruise, hold his cock in her hands, and watch as he came apart under her tongue.

Because he’d made her come more times than she could count, but he’d refused to let her touch him. Or even take off his leathers.

She appreciated his thoughtfulness. She was, frankly, awed by his discipline, but enough was enough.

Her top fantasy? Watch the muscles in his body strain, the veins in his thick forearms and thighs flexing as his legs shook and her mouth bobbed up and down his shaft—until he poured his cum down her throat, his cock thrusting deep.

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