Things were going perfectly for Stiles and Derek—stolen “tutoring” sessions turning into marathon fucks, office risks leaving them both addicted, and late-night FaceTime filth keeping the heat constant. Derek was happier than ever, obsessed with his “innocent” princess, while Stiles reveled in her secret victory—Kate moping around the house, broken and clueless, her calls to Derek going unanswered. But one night, as Derek lay in bed stroking his cock to memories of Stiles’s tight pussy, guilt nagged him. He’d been treating her like a dirty secret—fucking her behind closed doors, never taking her out like she deserved. My baby needs more, he thought, clearing his weekend schedule. He texted her: “Pack light, princess. Taking you away for the weekend. Be ready Friday night.”