About this book
“You're mine now,” the Princess whispers as her fingers work the buttons of my dress. “Not hers. Mine.”
But the Queen doesn't share her toys.
It started with stolen kisses in closets and denial games that left me aching. Then came the cage, and with it, the constant reminder that my pleasure belongs to someone else. The Queen takes what she wants from me, filling me and using me before sending me back to her daughter's tender torments.
But when Chanel drags me into the spotlight — a maid in a princess's dress on a princess's arm — the illusion shatters. Her mother's fury is legendary. Her plans for my punishment are unthinkable.
And Chanel's solution is impossible.
