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“Turn to face me, your highness.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Cock jerking where it jutted out in front of me, I lifted my chin and turned. Vince’s black eyes flared with heat as he took me in, gaze raking from my face to my chest and stomach, lingering on my stiff prick for a long moment before wandering down my legs and back up. His throat bobbed, cock jerking under his towel.

“You know how ridiculously fucking beautiful you are, don’t you?” he asked, voice rough.

I swallowed and quietly admitted, “Yes,” partly because I wanted to agree with him, but also because… well, I did know that. And I was proud of how I looked. I worked hard to look the way I wanted.

Vince huffed in amusement at my answer, his lips curling up in one corner. With his free hand, he reached down and tugged on the knot in his towel, letting it drop to the ground. His long, pale fingers skimmed up the length of his cock, making my stomach tighten with a rush of want.

“Get on your knees, your highness,” he rasped. In the next second, I was dropping, not even questioning it despite the fact that he was across the room. But then he said, “Come over here.”

I hesitated, brows twitching with confusion, but as I went to stand back up, he quickly shook his head.

“No. Don’t stand up.” A smirk stretched his gaunt, handsome face, his dark eyes in shadow against the backdrop of the bright sunlight streaming through the windows behind him.

My breath caught, knees digging into the soft rug beneath me, and my belly dropped in a rush of arousal when Vince spoke again.

“You’re going to crawl.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Vince Treats Crossbody Like a Filthy Slut

Crossbody

I couldn’t contain the shudder of pleasure that rippled down my spine.

Maybe there was something wrong with me—to be a prince, a member of fae royalty, who loved being bossed around in this way. Who loved being humiliated and degraded and called a filthy slut and ordered to crawl naked on my hands and knees.

Maybe I shouldn’t want these things. But I did. And so did he.

So I slowly leaned forward onto my hands and started to crawl.

Vince’s eyes gleamed as he watched me come closer, fingers tightening around his hard cock and stroking absently. I kept my gaze locked on his, trying to guess what he was going to make me do when I reached him.

He looked like an almost colourless blot of calm amidst the gaudiness of my former bedroom. A lean, nude figure of greys and whites and blacks against the lilac and pink and gold. Something about it, about him, soothed me in a way nothing else ever had. He somehow made me feel both settled and like my insides were swirling in a chaos of emotions. Of lust and passion and frustration and all the things I’d never felt so keenly before I met him.

I’d meant it. What I said to Ianthe.

I loved him.

He cupped my chin when I reached him, smoothing his thumb over my lower lip. I couldn’t stop myself from turning my cheek to nuzzle his palm and press a reverent kiss there, and I heard his breath hitch.

“Good boy.” He tilted my chin up so I could see his face and smiled down at me as he finally revealed what was behind his back. “Now you’re going to put this on for me.”

My lips parted on a stunned breath as I took in the collar he was holding out. As well as…

“Is… is that a leash?”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked down at me.

Tongue darting out to wet my lips, I quickly nodded and reached up with trembling hands to gather my hair and hold it away from my neck. Vince swiftly fastened the plain black collar around my neck, fixed the leash to it and kissed the top of my head before straightening.

“Fuck, that looks…” He fingered the collar, then ran his thumb along my jaw. “Feel okay? It’s not too tight?”

I shook my head. “It feels fine. It… I like it,” I whispered, which made him smile wickedly.

“I knew you would, baby.” He was still holding something, but I couldn’t make out what it was as he swiped up the champagne bottle from the floor and started walking toward the bed. “Come on.”