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Her long black hair falls down her back in thick waves, the light shining from the ceiling along with the moonlight reflects through the wavy, silky strands that reach her bottom and call my name in ways that should be punishable by death as there is nothing innocent about them.
The perfect length to wrap around my hand and pull at it hard until her graceful neck opens up to my view, allowing me to leave my imprints all over her smooth tan skin designed to wear my marks of ownership.
Or watch blood trickle down her throat as I lick it off her, enjoying the whimpers and moans slipping past her full lips that should be swollen from my kisses, letting every male in the close vicinity know that this woman is claimed.
And whoever dares to think otherwise or test his chances awaits nothing but misery because no one touches what belongs to me without facing the consequences.
Unusual apprehension fills her clear blue eyes when she looks at me, but she quickly shifts her attention to her friend, who murmurs something in her ear, reminding me of the ocean during the heaviest of storms. They change their color depending on her mood but always blind me with their intensity and curiosity. They speak to the hidden and forgotten part of me that believes in something more than chaos and gore.
I’ve tried recreating them countless times in my studio, searching for sapphires that come close to the color of her eyes, but failed every single time.
No sapphire can compare to her beauty, which makes me addicted to her even more because she’s my greatest muse.
A muse that can never truly be mine, at least not right now. It doesn’t stop me from sending warning glances to several men who ogle her, and my fists clench, waiting until they meet my stare and swallow hard, turning away.
I’ll deal with them all in the future because my woman might not wear my ring, but she’s mine.
The innocence pours from every breath she takes, attracting all the men around her. She fools them into believing they can mold her into whatever they see fit while indulging in her mouthwatering body that has the power to evoke only one reaction.
Lust.
The lavender dress shows the generous curves of her breasts and hips, perfect for my deep thrusts, while her narrow waist makes me want to grip her hard as she wraps her mile-long legs around me, her eyes glazed with pleasure only I can give her.
This dress should be forbidden as it makes her a temptation no sane man could ever resist. Rage washes over me just thinking about anyone else imagining her in his bed, foreign possessiveness filling me and sliding through my veins, urging me to kidnap and lock her in my dungeon, feasting on her flesh until only one name remains in that pretty head of hers.
Mine.
I’ve committed an endless number of crimes over the years and never felt an ounce of remorse, for the darkness consumed me and spoke to me in ways nothing else ever could.
Temporarily, it muted the voices tearing my mind in two, slowly driving me insane.
Right at this moment, though, as I look at the woman who grew up in front of my eyes, following me around and calling me the best prince in the world for all the affection I’ve shown her…I truly embrace being a monster.
Because a good man would have let her go and never touched her despite her kissing me.
Her pure heart has tricked her into believing that what she feels for me is love, but like I said…I’m a crazy monster who will use any weapon in my arsenal to chain her to me.
She’s a forbidden fruit, and tasting her would destroy the heaven that is our lives and send us straight to hell, causing misery not to one but two families.
Then again, I’ve been in hell almost my whole life, but her…I would have spared her if I could resist her—but I can’t.
First, I need to catch and kill the fucker who hunts me.
Only then can I openly claim what’s mine.
Until then, though?
She better fucking know she belongs to me.
Because my control is held by a very tight but short leash, and if another man touches her…it will snap.
And no one will be ready for my wrath.
Including my beautiful and confused princess.
CHAPTER SIX
“Some people say unrequited love doesn’t exist.
