"But let be perfectly clear: if you’re not worth the effort—if you’re not a good lay—I won’t bother lifting a finger for either of you."
The crude words should have offended her.
They should have sparked the proud fury of a pretty woman and seasoned ranger.
Instead, heat pooled low in her belly.
The bluntness of his warning only heightened the stakes, made the mont feel dangerously real.
Bella let a slow, knowing smile curve her lips.
She stopped re inches from him, close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating from beneath his cloak.
"Don’t worry," she murmured, voice husky with promise.
"I won’t disappoint you." She tilted her head, letting a strand of dark hair fall provocatively across one eye.
"And if you must know... you’ll only be the second man ever to have ."
The admission hung in the air between them—part truth, part calculated enticent.
Sebastian had been her first and only lover, gentle and reverent even in passion.
This man was sothing else entirely, and the thought sent a forbidden thrill racing through her veins.
Their lives depended on her success tonight. She could not—would not—fail.
With deliberate boldness, she reached up and grasped the edge of his hood.
Her fingers brushed the rough fabric as she drew it back, revealing his face to the torchlight.
Bella’s breath caught.
He was... breathtaking.
Sharp, chiseled features frad by midnight-black hair that fell in careless waves to his shoulders.
High cheekbones, a strong jaw shadowed with faint stubble, and lips curved in a perpetual hint of mockery.
But it was his eyes that stole the air from her lungs—piercing silver-gray, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light, ancient and predatory all at once.
He was, without question, the most handso man she had ever laid eyes on in her entire life.
No Hollywood actor or any other man could compare.
For the first ti in years, Bella felt the unfamiliar sting of genuine awe—and sothing perilously close to desire that had nothing to do with strategy.
The man arched one dark brow, clearly amused by her stunned reaction.
"Like what you see, little martyr wife?" he asked softly, his voice a dangerous caress.
Bella swallowed, steadying herself. She couldn’t afford to lose control now.
She let her hand drift from his hood down to the front of his cloak, fingers curling lightly into the fabric.
"Very much," she whispered, stepping even closer until her barely clad body nearly brushed his. "Now... let show you just how much you’re going to enjoy keeping your end of the bargain."
Bella pulled down his hood—and froze once more. For a brief mont, she forgot how to breathe.
The man was simply too handso, his features striking enough to make the world around her fade into insignificance.
"Don’t tell you’ve fallen in love with already," the man said, amusent dancing in his eyes.
His lips curved into a teasing smile. "It wouldn’t surprise . You wouldn’t be the first."
Bella clenched her fists, torn between irritation and an inexplicable flutter in her chest.
This man was, of course, Ross.
Before she could retort, Ross casually flicked a finger.
The air rippled, and with a low, resonant thrum, a massive bed appeared inside the cave, its surface pristine and absurdly out of place among the jagged stone walls.
In the sa breath, Ross vanished—only to reappear lounging atop the bed, one arm propped behind his head, his grin widening as if he were enjoying a private joke.
"Comfort is important," he said lightly. "Even in a cave."
Bella swallowed and stepped closer, her boots echoing softly against the stone.
Her heart hamred in her chest, not from fear alone, but from the weight of the choice she had already made.
"Why are you so willing to offer your body?" Ross asked, his voice low and probing now, amusent fading into sothing sharper.
"Do I really strike you as the kind of man who helps others only when there’s sothing to gain?"
Bella stopped at the edge of the bed. She t his gaze, forcing herself not to look away.
"You were ready to leave us earlier," she said quietly. "You didn’t hesitate. If I want to protect my husband and myself, I need certainty." Her fingers trembled, but she clenched them into fists.
"I need to know you won’t walk away again."
For a long mont, Ross simply studied her, as though weighing her soul rather than her words.
The cave fell silent except for the distant drip of water and the thunderous beating of her heart.
Then Bella moved.
She reached for him, hands going to his clothes, her actions driven by resolve rather than desire—at least, that’s what she told herself.
Piece by piece, she stripped away his garnts, each movent feeling heavier than the last.
Ross didn’t stop her.
He didn’t even move, rely watching her with an unreadable expression, his eyes dark and intense.
In less than a minute, Ross was bare before her.
Bella’s breath hitched despite her best efforts.
Her gaze betrayed her, drawn to the sheer, overwhelming presence of him.
Heat crept up her neck, and she had to look away for a heartbeat just to steady herself.
She stared at the monster nestled between his thighs, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard, a mix of fear and undeniable fascination washing over her.
Even in its softened state, Ross’s cock was intimidating—thick, heavy, and veined, hanging with a weight that made her pulse quicken.
It wasn’t fully erect yet, but the sheer size of it, the way it rested against his leg like a sleeping beast, was already more than she’d ever imagined possible.
Her eyes lingered, unable to look away.
She traced every ridge, every subtle curve, the smooth skin stretched over the impressive girth.
And then, as if it could sense her hungry gaze, it began to stir.
Slowly at first—a faint twitch, a gradual thickening that made her breath hitch.
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