14. Gianluca

My hands shake with nerves,but I have to do this. I have to know what her intentions are with me. I take her hand with a stiff smile and lead her to my motorbike, giving her my helmet. She slides it on as I swing my leg over the bike, and she climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. The engine roars to life, vibrating through us as I take off down the dark road. We leave the suffocating tension of her family's home behind, heading toward somewhere more private.

We arrive at an empty field outside town. It's quiet here, away from prying eyes and ears. I kill the engine and feel her arms loosen around me. We dismount, and I take a deep breath, looking up at the starlit sky for a moment before turning to face her.

"Why here?" Victoria asks, pulling off the helmet.

"Needed somewhere we wouldn't be interrupted." My voice is rough. "I've got questions."

Her eyebrows arch in curiosity. "About what?"

"Us." I step closer to her, feeling the pull that always draws me in when she's nearby. "What we are. What we're becoming."

She doesn't back away like I feared she might. Instead, she steps into my space, her eyes never leaving mine. "And what do you think we are?"

"I don't fucking know," I admit, my frustration boiling over. "I know what I feel when I'm with you, but this thing between all of us is confusing as hell."

She reaches out and gently touches my face, her fingers tracing my jawline. "I get it," she whispers. "It's messy and complicated."

"Complicated doesn't even begin to cover it," I mutter, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my chest. "I've lived my life with precautions. I've had to. Accidental or non-accidentalheirs popping up is not an option. Being roped into a union is something I don't want. For years, I've been so careful, and then with you, all of that went out of the window."

"Careful, how?" she asks.

"Never coming in any woman's pussy, not even with a condom. Ass fucking with condoms that have to be immediately disposed of. Oral sex but never finishing in her mouth. Always controlled, always safe."

Victoria's eyes widen slightly before she blinks, absorbing my blunt words. "So, why take the risk with me?"

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. It's hard to articulate this chaos inside me, but I need her to get it. "Because you're not just any woman. And this thing with us—it's different. My desperation for you, this craving, this deep-seated need, is overwhelming, and it makes me lose my focus."

Her gaze softens, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind. "You need more from me?"

"Yeah." My voice is almost a growl. "But it's not just about feelings. It's about trust. Loyalty. You're part of this fucked-up world with Cian and Luke and me, and that changes everything."

She steps closer, her body pressing against mine. "Tell me what it is you want. I'm not used to royal plays, so I have no idea what you're really asking me. I'm not going anywhere. I certainly don't want to trap you into anything, but I feel that's not enough for you. So what is it?"

I have no choice. She may run a million miles away from me, but this is how it's done in my world, and if she really wants to be with me, I have to know for sure. Gulping, I reach into my black leather jacket and pull out a folded piece of paper. It is one page of an ironclad agreement. "I need you to sign this."

She raises an eyebrow as she looks at it, but doesn't tell me to get fucked. She takes it and opens it, reading it over in the light of the headlight from my bike.

"Read it out loud for me," I murmur.

Victoria's voice is steady as she begins to read.

"In exchange for engaging in a sexual relationship with Prince Gianluca Etienne of Esteria, I agree to the following terms:

1. Full confidentiality regarding any and all activities involving Prince Gianluca, Cian Gannon, Luke McIntyre, Earl of Glenmorrow, and their associated dealings.

2. Consent to regular STI screenings and immediate disclosure of any positive results.

3. Acknowledgment that any form of pregnancy will not be entertained or supported; immediate arrangements for termination will be made.

4. Understanding that this arrangement does not constitute a formal relationship or entitle the signer to any financial or personal benefits outside of the context provided."

She pauses, glancing up at me with shock and curiosity. "Gianluca, this is... intense."

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold her gaze. "It's necessary. You need to know what you're getting into with me… with my family."

She nods and reads on.

"5. Acknowledgement that any breach of these terms will result in immediate termination of the arrangement and potential legal consequences.

6. Acceptance that Prince Gianluca has the right to end this arrangement at any time without prior notice or reason.

7. Agreement to participate in consensual acts as determined by mutual consent but within boundaries set forth by Prince Gianluca."

Her voice falters slightly as she finishes reading.

"It's protection," I blurt out before she can say anything else, hating how desperate I sound. "It's for both of us. This other world I live in doesn't allow for mistakes or leniency."

"Give me a pen."

"What?" I ask, confused and taken aback.

"Give me a fucking pen." She holds her hand out.

I reach into my pocket and hand her a black pen, which she snatches off me. "Turn around and bend over."

Startled, stiff, I do as she asks. She rests the paper on my back and signs it with a flourish.

"Did you not want to think it over first?" I mutter as I straighten up.

She slaps the paper and the pen to my chest. "The only thing I need to think about is your happiness and making you feel comfortable and safe."

I stare at her, thunderstruck. This woman, who stepped into my complicated life and flipped it upside down, just signed a really shitty contract without a second thought. She's standing here, telling me my happiness and security mean more to her than anything else.

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her into me, feeling the heat of her skin against mine. "You're fucking unreal," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion I can't fully grasp. "No one has ever?—"

"I'm not no one."

"No," I say, shaking my head. "You are everything."

Her eyes search mine, and I see a glint of defiance there. "I know what I want, Gianluca. I'm not scared of your world."

I lean down, our lips inches apart, the tension between us electric. "You should be," I say softly before crushing my mouth to hers. The kiss is raw, desperate—like everything we've become.

Her hands find their way to my hair, pulling me closer as if she's trying to meld us into one. My hands roam down her back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. There's a wildness between us that matches the gale inside me.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the cold night air. "You have no idea what you've just signed up for."

Her smile is small but confident. "Then show me."

The challenge in her voice lights a fire in me. I strip off her jacket and let it drop to the ground. Reaching for the hem of her top, I grip it tightly and then yank it over her head. Her luscious tits are encased in black lace that makes me mewl slightly as I drop to my knees to take her boots off. She shivers in the freezing cold, but she doesn't complain. Once barefoot, I reach up to undo the button on her jeans. Pressing my face to her pussy, I grip the zip with my teeth and pull it down, as she runs her hands into my hair.

Peeling the denim from her, she steadies herself as I pull them off and leave them on top of her discarded clothes. I stand up, my eyes darkening as she stands there, almost naked in the moonlight. "Turn around," I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire.

She obeys without hesitation, her back to me, and I can see the goosebumps on her skin as she waits. My fingers trace the line of her spine before reaching around to the clasp of her bra. I undo it slowly, savouring every moment as it falls away. Her hands rest against the cold metal of my bike for support, and I can tell she's trying to steady herself.

Spinning her slowly, I take in the sight of her. This goddess who has brought me to my knees. I know exactly where I want to take her, and I waste no time climbing onto the bike, straddling it as I tug on her hand. I help her onto it, and sitting facing me, she throws her legs over mine. My hands find her ass and drag her closer. Reaching down, she unzips my pants, flicking the buttons open one by one.

"I've never fucked on a bike before," she says with a soft giggle.

"Me either," I reply and then slam my lips to hers, bruising her with my intensity.

My cock is hard in her hand, and I groan as she gives it a firm squeeze. Breaking the kiss, I pull her even closer.

"Ride me," I growl against her lips.

She lifts herself up as I plant my feet firmly on the ground. She guides my cock inside her hot cunt. We both let out a moan as she sinks down, taking all of me inch by inch.

I grip her hips tightly, holding her still as I take the time to savour the feeling of her pussy wrapped around me. She's tight, hot, and wet, and everything I knew I needed but could never have.

Slowly, I start to thrust up into her, my movements soon becoming erratic and desperate. She moves with me, her rhythm matching mine as we find our pace.

It's rough, it's raw, and it's everything I've ever wanted. I can feel the wind whipping around us, and the sound of our moans filling the air as she throws her head back, shoving her tits closer to me.

I lean forward, biting and sucking on her neck as I continue to drive into her. She cries out, her nails digging into the back of my neck as she clasps her hands behind me.

"Fuck, Victoria," I grunt. "Fuck, you're perfection."

"Harder," she grits out. "I need it harder, rougher."

I give it to her, tangling my fingers into her hair, I tug roughly, pulling her head back as I continue to slide my hips over the seat to penetrate her deeper. She wraps her legs tighter around me and grinds her hips in response, her movements becoming wild and uncontrolled. The pleasure builds inside me, and I know I won't be able to hold on much longer.

"Come for me, Victoria. Show me how much you want this."

Her eyes fly open, meeting mine with a wild, feral look. She cries out, her body shaking as she comes apart in my arms.

"Oh, you're obedient, aren't you, Princess?"

"Fuck!" she screams as my words make her pussy contract tighter around my dick.

Her orgasm sends me over the edge, and I thrust harder, feeling the pull of release. The cold night air, her signing the contract, the roughness of our surroundings, it all heightens the climax that crashes over me. I shoot my load into her with a guttural moan, gripping her hips so hard I'm sure there will be bruises.

I keep her close, breathing heavily against her as we come down from the high. The silence between us is charged with something neither of us can name. Slowly, she lifts herself off me and slides down off the bike. I feel the loss in my very soul. Her hands are shaking slightly as she reaches for her clothes.

When she's dressed, she looks at me with eyes that hold satisfaction and a challenge. "Where do we go from here?"

I zip up my pants and straighten myself out before answering. "We go wherever this takes us."

Her laughter is soft but genuine. "That's vague as hell."

"Welcome to my life," I reply dryly.

She steps closer to me, placing a hand on my chest. "I meant what I said earlier. I'm not scared of your world."

I cover her hand with mine, feeling the warmth and determination radiating from her. "And I meant what I said, too. You should be."

The flash of headlights, blinking once, twice, alerts me into turning around, my hand already on my knife handle.

"Those bastards," Victoria mutters. "Sneaky voyeurs."

Chuckling, I stand down. She's right. It's just Luke and Cian, probably staking us out to make sure Victoria was safe. I grab her hand. "Ride back with me?"

"Yeah," she says and takes the helmet, shoving it on her head before she swings her leg over the bike. The thought of my cum soaking her jeans while we ride back has me hard again in seconds, but with a low groan, I settle in front of her and turn the key. The engine roars to life, and I set off, whizzing past Luke's car as Victoria screams with laughter and gives them the middle finger, making me laugh.

She is something else. And she is mine. No matter who else she takes between her legs, she is my Princess. The one I've been waiting for, and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe.