A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.

Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the "Black Knight," a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.

Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.

Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?

One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

Reagan pulled out of me before he thrust inside of me again. My body stretched to take in Reagan who worked his cock inside of me. He pulled out of me again, pausing to stare down at me, his muscular frame casting shadows against the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I watched as he leans over me, his eyes never straying anywhere else. His calloused hands traced my hips gently, before he grabbed a leg and hooked it around his waist.


Keeping his eyes on mine, Reagan thrust hard deep inside of mine. I gasped clutching on to his arms, Reagan thrust into me again, squeezing his eyes shut at the pleasure he must be feeling.


"Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good Dahlia, so fucking perfect." Reagan grunted as he continued to move inside of me with slow deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body.


Chapter 208 - The Sound Of Reagan's Heart