Chapter 115
ROWAN
Song- she got a thing about her, Thomas Day
Reggie lifts her easily with his good arm, and she lets out a soft gasp, clutching at his shirt as he carries her through the suite.
The door to the master bedroom swings open, and the city unfolds around us.
Paris glows through the open window, the Eiffel Tower glittering in the distance like it’s watching us. The whole room mirrors it: walls lined in gilded frames, glass catching every flicker of light until it feels like we’ve stepped inside a dream.
Bella’s eyes go wide. “Oh my God…”
Reggie grins as he sets her down gently, the hem of her dress brushing over the marble floor. “You like it, Princess?”
She turns in a slow circle, taking in the view—the skyline, the candles, the faint hum of the city below. “It’s like being inside a fairytale.”
I step behind her, brushing her hair aside, breathing her in. “Good. Because that’s what you deserve. The happily ever after every girl dreams of, like in those books you read.”
She giggles and leans back against me, her head resting on my chest. “Yeah. It kinda is similar to the ones I read, actually.”
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing—the steady rhythm of her heartbeat under my palm as I slide my hand around her throat.
Reggie moves closer, his voice a low hum against the candlelight. “This is just the start of the life we want to give you, Princess.”
Bella looks between us, her eyes soft and glimmering like the city outside. “You already give me everything I could possibly need, and more.”
I smile, tracing the line of her jaw with my thumb. “Then tonight, we remind you how much you mean to us. How much we fuckin’ adore every single part of you.”
Reggie nods, meeting my gaze. There’s no rivalry there—just understanding. The kind that comes from loving the same woman in different ways and wanting nothing more than to see her whole.
She exhales slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. “You two really do know how to make a girl feel worshipped.”
“That’s because you are,” I whisper.
She tilts her head up to me, then to him, her eyes bright under the golden light. “Then don’t stop. Be a good boy and give me what I need.”
My cock throbs against her ass through that tight dress as Reggie’s fingers find the zipper at her side. He leans in, kissing her deep, while pushing the fabric down. I tighten my hand around her throat, dragging the dress until it pools on the floor at her feet.
I bend, sucking at her throat, my free hand unclasping her black strapless bra and tossing it aside.
Sliding my hand from her throat around her waist, I cup her breast, toying with the piercing. “You like that, precious? Us both with our hands all over you?” I whisper.
“Y-Yes,” she breathes against Reggie’s lips.
She steps out of the dress, opening for him as Reggie slips his hand under her panties.
“You’re fuckin’ dripping for us, baby. Such a good girl,” he praises.
I keep kissing her neck while Reggie drops to his knees before her, peeling off her panties.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groans.
“Damn right, she is.”
With her back flush against me, I slide my hand down her side and grip under her thigh, lifting it high so Reggie can feast on her.
I squeeze her throat tighter as he looks up at her.
“Breathe, baby,” I remind her.
“I control if and when you breathe,” I murmur as she sucks in a trembling gasp. “And he decides when you’ve been good enough for us to let you come. Understand?”
She nods, and Reggie tuts softly.
“Look at me, Bella,” he growls.
I loosen my hold, and she tilts her chin down.
“Words. Use those words for us.”
“I understand.”
He winks, then disappears between her thighs. The sound of her wetness fills the room, her gasps sharp and desperate. My dick aches in response—the need to claim her coiling hot and violent inside me.
“Is that good, precious?” I whisper in her ear.
“So good. Fuck!”
I smile against her skin. “Look in the mirror, baby. Look how beautifully you break for us.”
I grip her jaw, making her meet my gaze in the reflection. Her eyes lock with mine, and she gasps.
“Perfect, isn’t it?” I mutter.
Her leg trembles in my grasp, so I tighten my fingers around her throat, pressing the pressure points just right to push her higher.
“You want me to be a good boy for you after this, huh?” I ask.
“Y-Yes. So bad.”
I grin, tracing my tongue along the shell of her ear.
“Come for Reggie then, precious. And come fucking hard.”
She does. She screams his name, body shaking in my arms. And the second he’s done, I spin her around, crashing my mouth over hers, backing her into the mirror. My hand slams against the glass as I devour her like a starving man.
“Fuck. I need you. I need you so bad, Bella. Please let me have you now,” I groan.
She loves when I beg. When I turn into a needy good boy for her cunt.
Hooking her leg around my waist, I slide two fingers inside her soaked heat and moan against her ear.
“So fucking tight. So ready for us,” I praise.
Her fingers wrap around my shaft. “And I need your perfect dick inside me, rockstar. Now.”
I’m breathless, staring into her green eyes, dark with desire.
“How do you want us?” I ask, dragging my tongue along my lip.
Her gaze flicks to the window, the Eiffel Tower glowing beyond the glass, before she looks back with a sly arch of her brow.
“Did you two bring me here just so you could Eiffel Tower me in front of the actual Eiffel Tower?” she asks.
I chuckle, sliding in another finger. “No. But now that you’ve mentioned it, that seems like the perfect plan.”
Her mouth parts, a moan spilling out with my name. “Y-yes. I want that.”