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“Good. Good boy. That’s Daddy’s good boy,” Cristiano murmurs. He nuzzles my neck. “You’re so good for cleaning up your messes.”

Only when his hand is completely clean does he pull away and collapse onto the bed next to me, and there’s just enough give in the chains to where he can pull me against him. There’s not a lot of room, but he seems to make it work.

I stare at the manacles and wonder if I should ask him to remove them. But speaking feels like too much trouble, and I’m warm and comfortable and floaty.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sound of his breathing.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CRISTIANO

I’ve never had sex that intense before.

I’ve had good sex, I’ve had middling sex, and I’ve had bad sex… but never something as mind-blowing as that. Fox cried for me, called me Daddy, obeyed me—and I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for anyone else.

I decided somewhere in the middle of that that I’m going to keep him. He’s mine, whether he wants to be or not, and I’m not letting him go. He can be an assassin, my pet assassin, if he needs to risk his life for the sake of adrenaline or money or whatever else motivates him.

I need to find out. I need to know more about him, but I don’t want to break the peaceful silence between us.

I must fall asleep, comfortable and lulled into a sense of security by his presence, even though that’s fucking stupid. Briar would have my head if they knew I’d let down my guard with Fox, and they’d be right to ream me out over it. But I can’t help it.

I hear Fox’s breathing change, hear him wake up, though he says nothing either. Does he want me to think he’s still asleep? Should I interrupt this perfect moment?

My eyes travel to his ass again, and I grimace, remembering that I’d forgotten to use a condom. I’d meant to. The condom is still there on the bedside table. But when I’d seen him sobbing for me, I couldn’t deny him any longer. I’d needed to feel him properly, to let him know that I was here for him.

Excuses, excuses.

Fox lifts one hand, the chains jangling, and drops it down again.

“Are you going to make me cry every time we fuck?” Fox asks darkly.

I don’t know what to make of his tone. I don’t know what to make of the entire situation, truth be told, and I let out a long sigh. “I don’t plan on it, no.” But I can’t deny that I loved it. I can’t deny that his tears make my cock hard. Hearing him say he was my good boy, that he deserved to come… Fuck. Can I really resist doing that again?

“Well. You can unchain me. And get the fuck out.” Fox curls into himself, putting some space between our bodies. “Just… leave me the fuck alone.”

I don’t want to unchain him. I don’t want to give him the chance to go anywhere.

I don’t want to leave him alone, either. I have a feeling it would leave him in a dark place. But I’ve already pushed him so hard that I’m not sure it’s a good idea to keep going. If he doesn’t want me here, I should respect that.

Just like you respected it the last time? The nasty voice in the back of my mind reminds me that I might’ve really fucked up by pushing so hard. Just because Fox came doesn’t mean he really wanted this, wanted me, but at the same time…

What kind of dom would I be if I left a sub alone when they’re clearly risking sub drop?

Does Fox even understand what that is?

I have a feeling he’s never been with someone who cares, and the more he tries to push me away, the more I want to cling to him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say quietly. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, and I’ll unchain you, but I’m going to get you water and another blanket and sit with you until you fall back asleep.”

Actually, I don’t even need to leave to do that. I fumble for my pants, getting out my phone, and text Briar. Bring me two large glasses of water and a blanket please. Prisoner’s room.

“I wanted you to hit me,” Fox says quietly. “What gives you the fucking right to… to…” He breaks off and turns his head toward the pillow.

And a wet cloth, I add.

It only takes Briar a few seconds to reply, and it gives me a moment to gather my thoughts. I don’t know what to say to Fox.

Yes, Your Highness.

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