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 face—God! Thi

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 been praying for—a golden tic