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REECE
Ipinched her hands down over her head, keeping her in place.
“Throwing stuff at me now, are we,mi princesa?” I chuckled, still in disbelief that my very own fiancée threw a candle at me just to have a head start. We both knew that there was no escaping me, especially when she ran into our bedroom instead of out of our apartment.
Brooke smiled back at me all innocently, pretending she had no clue what I was talking about. That damn smile almost made me lose my sanity. “I’m sure Prince Phillip would’ve been fine with Aurora throwing candles at him.”
“I doubt it.” My eyes traveled over my fiancée’s beautiful face, my cock instantly making itself noticeable at her beauty. It was a curse, really.
If it were up to my dick, I would’ve fucked Brooke twenty-four hours of the day, every day.
How was I supposed to survive her when she was lying there in our bed, underneath me, so helpless and with that pretend innocent look?
She played her part well, tossing her head from side to side, trying to kick her legs as if she wanted me to get off her. But I knew her too well to fall for it.
If Brooke wanted me to let her go, she would’ve said it.
There was a spark in her eyes that said she was enjoying our little game. She might’ve even enjoyed it a little more than I did.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t care. Prince Phillip is a man of honor; someone who loves Aurora deeply. He wouldn’t give a flying fuck about a candle heading his way when he was the one who tempted her,” she said, trying to sound convincing but I could hear the playfulness in her tone. “Maybe you need to be taught a lesson in chivalry.”
She wiggled beneath me, her hips pushing up to meet my erection. I smirked, knowing that she was just baiting me more. The temptation to take her right then and there was almost too much to bear, but I resisted, wanting to make her suffer just a little bit longer.
“I’m also a man of honor and love.” I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “But you think you’re so clever, don’t you, Brooke? You think you can outsmart me with your little games? Well, you’re in for a surprise.”
Brooke gasped, her eyes wide with fear and a hint of curiosity. I could tell she was eager to find out what I was going to do next, and honestly, so was I.
As I slowly sat up, I reached down, tugging at her dress until it settled around her waist, exposing her luscious thighs. “Do you know why Prince Phillip probably wouldn’t mind if Aurora threw candles at him?” Brooke nodded, curiosity in her eyes. “Because he’d be as turned on as I am right now.”
I could see the heat rise in her cheeks, her body trembling underneath me. “But you, Brookie,” I said softly, my eyes never leaving her flushed face. “I’m no prince—but I promise you this,mi princesa: I'll make sure you know exactly how much I want you and how much pleasure I can bring youwithout ever having to resort to childish games or tossing candles.”
With that, I let go of her hands and got up, walking over to our closet. I could feel her gaze on my body, confused and excited at the same time as she watched me open my side of the closet.
We didn’t have any handcuffs, but I could tie her up with something else. As much as I loved Brooke’s hands on every inch of my body, there was no way I’d let her touch me now.
I rummaged through the closet, searching for something to bind her with. My eyes fell on three silk scarves—one white, one a soft purple, one black—that I had bought for her on our last trip to Paris. It was the perfect choice.
With a smirk, I walked back over to the bed and crawled on top of her, pinning her down once again. Our eyes locked, filled with a mix of lust and anticipation.
I gently took the white silk scarf and wrapped it around her wrists, pulling them tightly together.
“What are you doing?” She sounded almost bored, but the hints of fear and curiosity of what was to come filtered out too easily for me.
“This,” I replied, lifting her arms above her head and tying the scarf securely to the headboard. “And it’s just the beginning ofyourlesson in chivalry,mi princesa. Now, you have nothing to distract you from the only thing I truly desire: you.”
Brooke’s eyes widened in shock, but there was definitely some excitement glistening in their depths. She knew that this was not like us, but I could tell that she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her veins at the thought of being bound at my mercy, never mind that I was merely teasing and pretending to be someone I wasn’t.
With a sly grin, I moved down between her legs, my hands tracing the curves of her body.
After sliding her panties down her legs, her breath hitched when I reached for the black silk scarf, this time wrapping it around her ankles.
“What did you say about being a man of honor and love?” she managed to ask, her voice shaking slightly. “No man of honor would have to insist on dominance and control.”
I chuckled, my fingers playing with the ends of the scarf. “Oh, Brooke, you’ve got me all wrong. This isn’t about dominance or control. It’s about showing you that I can give you the kind of pleasure that even a prince couldn’t dream of.”
I grasped the purple silk scarf tightly, pulling her knees apart and tying the ends to the footboard. The position exposed her completely, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.