The King's Favorite Sin

Rosella's POV "Strip and spread those legs wide," Blake Luca growls, tossing a 9-inch realistic dildo right at my face. I blink rapidly and catch it like my life depends on it, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick silicone shaft before it can smack my cheek. I don’t dare say a word. I just stare at the man standing at the edge of the bed. But God forgive me, Blake Luca is the definition of ‘A man made in sinful flesh…’ tall and broad-shouldered, his body carved like he’d spent every minute of his life lifting heavy dumbbells in the gym. He wears a tight white shirt that shows off his hard chest, the sleeves rolled up to expose thick, veiny forearms. His black pants cling to his strong thighs, and the heavy bulge pressing against the fabric between his legs is impossible to miss. A massive dragon tattoo curls up his right arm, its dark scales etched in black and red. The beast’s snarling head disappears beneath his collar, right at the base of his thick neck. And his fa

Rosella's POV I tilted my head lazily, my eyes dropping to his hand before meeting those hazel eyes again. “Is there something else, Mr. Blake?” A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. “Confidence looks good on you, Amber,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I can feel you trembling.” My toes curled involuntarily. How the hell does he know? I tried to stay composed, but he was right—my spine was shivering, and my heart was hammering over the club’s bass. "Adrenaline," I forced out. I leaned back toward him just an inch. "Being this close to a man like you is... overwhelming.” His gaze never wavered. “I see…” he murmured, a faint, dangerous edge lacing his tone. “It’s rare to find a woman with such audacity.” I stayed silent, holding his gaze. He leaned in closer, the scent of Tom Ford Oud Wood thick in the air. “So, tell me… what’s your price for a night? A night with the Dunes Boss.” I stiffened. It was exactly what I’d

Rosella’s POV “Bloody bitch!” Lucien snarled, launching himself at me without a second's hesitation. I threw myself off the bed, the duvet tangling and sliding away as my bare feet struck the cold floor. Pain flared up my leg sharply, but I pushed through it without hesitation. Pain was the least of my problems. Lucien lunged, his hand shooting for my hair, but I ducked sharply, slipping out of his grasp. I drove my elbow hard into his ribs and felt something crack. He grunted, pain flashing across his face, but he didn’t go down. He was bigger than me, stronger, trained. But so was I. Mag had enrolled me in combat classes when I was fifteen. Back then, it had felt more like punishment than preparation. I’d been forced to learn how to fight, how to react, how to survive. I never thought I’d need it, until this damn mission proved me wrong. I swept his leg out from under him. He staggered, and I drove a kick into his chest with everything I had. The force sent him crashi

Rosella's POV I still couldn’t believe I’d be living in the Almighty Blake Luca’s penthouse—if you could even call it living. According to him, I was his “toy,” or whatever twisted label he’d chosen for me.Zee Morris, the server who’d brought my food earlier, had reluctantly revealed that the private suite was reserved for his special guests. It had taken more than a little persuasion to get her talking.So, did that mean I was one of those ‘special guests’ to him?“Tchh…” I let out under my breath, rolling over on the massive bed without even bothering to open my eyes.This kind of luxury… just for special guests? How?”A whole sitting room, dining area, a bedroom, and even a fully equipped kitchen ensuite… each space dripping with interiors that looked like they cost millions. Just for guests?This place alone was worth fighting for just to catch a glimpse of it, talk more of actually living in it. But with Blake? It would be hell. And his g

Rosella’s POV“W-what are you talking about?” I stammer, shifting awkwardly as I stare at her.Zee leans against the table, her gaze sharp. “You heard me. Getting intimate with another woman's man. Don't you think that's unfair to Ava?” Her expression turns almost sympathetic, though the look in her eyes remains cold. “If I were you, I'd stay away from Ms. Ava's property. She doesn't like to share.”I swallow hard.“I'm not getting intimate with anyone's man,” I lie.Zee lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Really?” She points toward the bulge beneath the duvet. “Then what do you have to say about that?” Her eyes narrow. “I know Mr. Blake too well to make a mistake. He wouldn't tolerate you having that in his presence unless the two of you were...” She trails off, clears her throat, and rolls her eyes.I blink at her in stunned silence.“Well, I didn't mean to interfere,” Zee says. “I'm just letting you know. Ava is his fiancée…. with a high s