Chapter 72

Daisy clenched her eyes shut in mortification as she forced the words out. She was putting herself through this humiliation just to prove her point. Please, let this be enough.

But, unfortunately, Maxim von Waldeck wasn’t someone who let things go so easily.

“I do. But that’s not enough to convince me.”

“Why not?”

“There’s no way to tell when you got wet. For all I know, you could’ve been thinking about something else and already wet before I even came home.”

God, he’s so damn nitpicky for no reason. One minute he’s thrilled I got wet, the next he’s turning it into some absurd theory.

“Like I said earlier, I don’t waste my time on bothersome accusations. Might as well deal with the root of the issue now.”

“Wait, hold on!”

She clung to him.

“Stop using the nicknames as an excuse. What exactly makes you so suspicious of me? I need to know so I can explain myself.”

“This is the first time I’ve had to seduce someone. I never had the need or reason to before.”

“…Yeah. I’m sure you haven’t.”

Considering his natural looks and sex appeal, even Daisy had to admit it.

“So?”

“I’ve done everything I can with a face like this. Hell, I even fucking smeared whipped cream on my dick, for fuck’s sake. And still, nothing. Isn’t it strange how you haven’t given into me, unless there’s a deeper reason?”

His voice rang with genuine frustration.

“…Wow. Your self-confidence is remarkable.”

“It’s better than being paranoid and acting like I’m the one to be suspicious of.”

To be fair, this was probably the first time that man-whore had failed to seduce a woman.

If it weren’t for the mission, and if Maxim weren’t the king’s hunting dog, but instead a lover she’d met after she retired, Daisy was sure she would’ve given in to him by now.

But for her, this was a matter of survival. She couldn’t afford to waste time indulging in sex with her target.

“I told you I’d do it when I was ready. You promised you’d wait for me…”

“And I have waited. But nothing’s changed. All I hear are excuses, and now I’m starting to lose hope. I won’t be able to last much longer at this rate.”

“I am trying. I kissed you on the cheek earlier, and j-just now, we kissed on the lips. I’m slowly opening up…”

“That kiss? You were just pretending to be asleep and decided to go along with it.”

“…”

“Don’t think you can wriggle your way out of this. I can see every little scheme that runs through that pretty little head of yours.”

He was sharp as hell. Clearly, brushing things off with vague excuses wasn’t going to work anymore.

Perhaps actions would speak louder than words.

Suddenly, Daisy remembered what Maxim had said earlier. “Learn how to lead.”

“Fine. Max, let’s go to bed. Now.”

“What?”

“Hurry. That’s an order.”

The sudden shift in Daisy’s tone caused Maxim’s eyes to darken with something else.

“Yes, master.”

His response almost made her lose her composure, but she forced herself to stay focused.

“Not ‘master.’ Call me ‘Your Majesty.’ Refer to me as your Queen.”

“Ah, yes. Your Majesty, my Queen.”

He answered so obediently, she thought he’d simply walk to the bed. But instead, he suddenly scooped her up and strode toward the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing? This is outrageous!”

“It’s dangerous to walk barefoot. There might still be shards of glass on the floor.”

“But the mirror is on the other side of the room. If you’d just walk around—”

“You clearly don’t know how far glass can fly. And there you recklessly were, barefoot, saying ‘Mel’ this and ‘Mel’ that, escorting her all the way to the door. Do I look like a man who wouldn’t lose his damn mind?”

Talk about a drama queen!

There was no use in struggling. Maxim only set her down once they reached the bed.

“Alright, we’re here. What now, Your Majesty?”

“Sit up straight. Back against the headboard.”

Good, he’s being obedient. As Maxim followed her order and positioned himself against the headboard, Daisy’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

Scanning the room, Daisy quickly untied one of the ribbons securing the bed’s canopy and held it up.

“Do you mind if I tie you up?”

“Oh? What are you planning now? I’m intrigued.”

“Where’s the fun in telling you that? Or are you resisting?”

“Not at all.”

Maxim chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m all yours, Your Majesty. Do as you wish.”

Perfect. As soon as he gave in, Daisy wasted no time tying Maxim’s hands securely to the headboard. Then she draped a soft bedsheet over his fully erect cock and straddled him, face to face.