Chapter 116
BELLA
I push against Rowan’s chest with a smirk, and he moves back.
Reggie’s arm hooks around my waist, pulling me hard against him.
“You make the rules with him, but you still follow mine.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “I know, sir.”
The word slips out like a confession, my pulse kicking in my throat. Rowan watches me the way he always does when Reggie takes control—his eyes dark and protective, hunger simmering beneath restraint.
“Please, Reggie. Please give me this.”
His lip twitches into a smile. “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”
His hand grips my ass, the pressure firm enough to make my breath catch, pressing me tighter against him until I can feel his heartbeat hammer through his chest.
He nods toward Rowan and motions to the bed. My heart stutters, caught somewhere between fear and need.
“We’re both going to fuck you at the same time. But I’ll give you the Eiffel Tower fantasy first. So tell me, Princess. Do you want me in that perfect pussy or in your mouth?”
I bite down on my tongue, trailing my hands up his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the roughness of muscle beneath my palms.
“I want you both naked first,” I purr.
“Done.” He smirks, voice dropping lower.
“I want you in my pussy first. And then I want you in my ass.”
He inhales sharply, his control snapping taut. “Good girl.”
When I turn, Rowan is already stripped and waiting on the bed, kneeling with that steady calm that always undoes me. There’s reverence in his eyes, devotion wrapped in sin.
“You know the drill, baby.”
Before I can move, Reggie grabs my chin and slams his mouth over mine—hot, claiming, a silent reminder of who I belong to. The kiss steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with fire.
His grip doesn’t waver when he breaks away, his forehead resting against mine. “You trust us?”
I nod, my voice gone. “With everything.”
Reggie’s breath brushes my cheek. “Then don’t hold back. Not tonight.”