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“I’ll ruin her life.”
“You already have one way or the other. So why be noble now?”
“Santiago is a prince.” I tap my scarred cheek. “I’m a beast. You should know, beauty means everything.” And whoever tries to convince you otherwise is a fool.
People are shallow creatures destined to be attracted to the gorgeousness this world has to offer.
My reflection is a curse and a cross I’ll bear till the end of my life, but no one else has to.
“Let’s test your theory.” He motions to the room again, and I search for my dark-haired woman, but once again, I don’t find her. “She’s with Grandpa and Jimena.”
I locate them by one of the tables, closer to the terrace door, and everything inside me stills when my eyes settle on a beautiful woman in an emerald-green dress.
The silky cloth cascades down her body, hugging it tight and showcasing her curves in the most flattering way and her flawless, tan skin seems radiant. My fists clench at the sight of an open V down her back, emphasizing her mouthwatering ass.
The dress covering most of her skin seems almost indecent on her as it reeks of sensuality and sin, attracting men who already send her interested glances. At the same time, her silver heels point out her dainty feet and bring attention to her graceful posture.
Her gray eyes are luminous on her face while her lips are painted red, making me crave to bite on the plump flesh until I draw blood and mark her for everyone to see while her sleek hair falls down to her shoulders, shimmering under the chandelier.
She’s always been beautiful, but right now, she’s straight from a fairy tale. It fucking hurts to look at her, and our differences have never been clearer.
However, I don’t give a fuck as my body grows tight and my mind screams one thing only, pounding in time with my heart.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“So tell me, Octavius. Do you want your woman more now?” Florian drops his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Or does her beauty make you want to whisk her away so no one else gets to appreciate it?”
The beat inside me roars when a man comes closer to her, grinning and saying something while she frowns and steps back.
All these men needed a fucking dress to see what a diamond she is, and none of them deserve her. I wish to destroy them all piece by piece for daring to think they can have her when she belongs to me.
But how would they know that if she has no claim of mine?
“You’re a dead man, Florian,” I tell him before darting toward my woman—because she’s mine.
Always has been and always will be, and the time has come for me to be selfish where it counts.
After all…
Once she realizes what she’s done, it will be too late.
She’ll have to accept me even if she hates me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Lust is a sin, or so people say.
To me, it’s salvation.
Because in his arms, I find freedom.”
Isla
Isla
“Everyone’s staring,” I whisper to Jimena, feeling almost naked under their watchful eyes skating over the dress. Instead of the earlier scrutiny, appreciation and even jealousy fill their gaze as they murmur something to each other.
“You’re stunning, so let them.” She winks at me, snagging a strawberry from the table, and lifts her chin. “Grandpa Atlas approves.” I look ahead and see him coming toward us with a huge smile on his face, deepening some of his wrinkles, not that it lessens his charm.
