Rebellious Princess
I would claim her wherever we were, the bed, the office desk, the backseat of the car, the bathroom.
I kissed every inch of her, drawing moans from her lips, letting her melt under my relentless thrusts until her defiance dissolved into surrender.
Then, she'd soften into a tame little wild cat, purring in my arms.
Without realizing it, I had fallen in love with her.
The engagement party was set for tomorrow. Now that I was in absolute control, I could give her anything she wanted.
She didn't have to be tamed anymore. She didn't have to be good. She could be as wild and rebellious as she wanted. She was my queen.