Royal Mistake

He keeps what’s his. And as far as he’s concerned, I’m his already.

When Valerio Royal decided I would be accompanying him to his private island, he didn’t ask. He just dragged me onto his plane bound and blindfolded with my ass still sore from a spanking.
Then, after he finished making me come until I almost passed out, he asked me to marry him.
Supposedly it would be just a temporary arrangement, a way to save his business empire in return for some desperately needed cash for me, but I’ve seen the look in his eyes when he’s inside me.

That look says I’m his for good.