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“Our bedroom?” I ask, panic coiling through me.

“Yes, princess, ours. You’re going to be my wife, and husbands and wives share bedrooms.”

I grind my teeth together. “We’re not married yet.”

“Do I strike you as the kind of guy that gives a shit about that?”

I swallow hard as he strikes me as the kind of man that doesn’t give a shit about anything but himself, so I shake my head.

“Exactly, now be a good girl and come with me.” He grabs my hand and yanks me the way we came in and climbs the sweeping staircase to a grand landing with doors off it. “Here is our room,” he says, taking the furthest on the left.

He opens the door to reveal a huge room with a giant four-posted bed in the center. The bed is big enough to fit three people and is adorned with soft blankets and plump pillows in all shades of blue, green, and gold.

“Wow,” I breathe, forgetting for a second who I’m with. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Only the best for my princess,” he says, and that comment snaps me out of it as I shake my head.

“You’re crazy.”

He ignores my comment as I walk further into the room, my feet sinking into the plush beige rug that covers the entire floor as I wander around, taking in the details. A grand chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and there’s intricate wallpaper adorning the walls. It’s fit for royalty.

“I can tell you love it, and it’s fit for a princess, isn’t it?”

I glare at him and don’t comment.

“Let me show you the bathroom,” he says, signaling to one of the doors on the right.

I follow him into the ensuite where one of the walls is made of mirrors, and a gigantic Jacuzzi tub sits in the middle, surrounded by marble counters and illuminated light fixtures. A large vanity table with an array of makeup drawers stands against one wall. Instantly, I heat at the thought of him having his way with me in that Jacuzzi, as we’d be able to watch ourselves.

“This is ridiculous,” I say.

“Ridiculous in a good way?” he asks, eyes fixed on me.

I shake my head. “You know I don’t want to be here.”

“And yet your cheeks turned red the moment you saw that wall,” he muses, moving closer to me and placing his hands on my hips from behind, his lips moving against my neck. “You were thinking about watching while I fucked you, weren’t you?”

I grind my teeth as I hate that he’s so perceptive to my thoughts. “No,” I lie.

“Filthy lies, princess, filthy fucking lies. Almost as fucking filthy as your thoughts.”

I shudder as he suddenly releases my hips and grabs my hand. “I’ve got to show you your closet.”

He drags me back into the bedroom and takes the door next to it, leading me into a huge walk-in closet filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, jewelry and more accessories than I could need. And while I’ve never wanted for anything, this is completely over the top. It’s too much.

“Why the hell would I need this much stuff?”

“Because you’re my princess,” he murmurs.

I roll my eyes. “Reluctant princess,” I reply.

He smirks and leads me back into the bedroom, signaling at a door on the left. “That’s my closet.”

My eyes shift to the only door left that he hasn’t mentioned. “And behind that one?”

His eyes twinkle before he gives me another smirk and chuckles. “Wouldn’t you like to know? That is the best room of all.” He yanks me toward it and opens the door, and my heart drops into my stomach. Behind the door is a sex room with all kinds of toys and apparatus. My whole body heats and I realize that I’ve literally fallen into hell with the devil. This man is evil fucking incarnate for showing me this.

The walls are covered in velvet wallpaper with an assortment of paddles, restraints, and other BDSM-related items hanging on them. On one wall is a full-length mirror, while the opposite wall has several hooks and chains mounted on it that I can only imagine would be used to restrain his lover. In the middle of the room stands a round large, red bed with four posters that are attached to the ceiling, adorned with black silken ropes and chains.

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