Caine whispered roughly in her ear before pulling out and stepping back, his cock still wet with their combined juices. Princess Tia collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as she watched Caine turn to face Sir Hans once more, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"And this," he continued, gesturing between them, "is what you'll never have." His words were like a dagger through her heart, but she could do nothing to stop the truth from spilling out. She hated him...

She hated herself for wanting this... for needing it. But there was no denying the power he held over her, the way he could make her body sing with pleasure and her heart race with desire. And as she lay there, spent and exposed before him, she knew that in some twisted sort of way, they belonged together.

"Caine..." she whispered hoarsely, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "You win."