I turn to the window again and take in the grounds. Every fucking inch is mine. Time for the king to take down the men who want the kingdom.
“Do I look okay?” The soft voice comes from behind me, and I’m not prepared for what I see when I turn around. Sofía’s dress is floor-length, the red silk hugs her slight curves, with a deep V that dips between her beautiful tits. Her caramel skin sparkles with gold glitter, and I can’t stop my dick from waking up.
A thin gold bracelet adorns her left wrist, and her long chestnut hair has been curled into waves that hang down her back until it hits her tailbone. She watches me for a long moment while I take in every inch of her. The heels she’s wearing are also glittering with gold, and when I meet her forest-green eyes, I see the shyness dancing in them.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman,” I tell her honestly, because it’s true. Yes, I’ve had many women in my house, on my arm, and on my dick, but I’ve never been as enamored by anyone before.
“Thank you,” she speaks. “Could I see my father again soon?” She asks, and I know what she’s doing—using my distraction at her beauty to negotiate. Only, she can’t see him again.
“Perhaps,” I lie. Moving toward her, I run my fingertips along her bare arms and cast another quick glance at her slight cleavage, and I can’t help picturing coming all over her chest right now. “I’d love to mark you with my seed and walk you into the dinner party wearing my mark proudly,” I admit.
Her cheeks darken considerably, and I smile. She’s beautiful when she’s shy—sweet and innocent—like a seductive treat.
“I don’t think that would be good,” she tells me shyly.
Tipping my head to the side, I arch a brow before questioning, “And why is that?”
A small, playful grin tilts her glossy lips, and she tells me, “That’s caveman behavior, I didn’t think you were a savage.”
“Only a monster?” I challenge. Another smile before she nods. “I can take that. Fine,” I acquiesce, “I’ll leave your pretty flesh unmarked…” I whisper along her skin, “for now.”
A blush blooms even darker on her pretty face, and I find I’m enjoying our flirtatious banter. Even though I do prefer her fire, right in this moment, I’m enjoying her innocence.
“Why me? Besides being a payment for what my father took. You could’ve taken what you wanted from me and sent me away.” Her words are the truest form of confusion, and they settle in my mind, not leaving any room for me to think up a quick lie.
“Why do you think?”
“No, Victor, that’s not an answer. I want to, no, I need to know. I’m not someone who can give you what you need.”
“What is it you think I need?” I question, frustration burning in my gut just like the feelings she’s ignited inside me. She’s a beautiful flower I have no right to hold. Fuck this shit. Stepping back from her, I fold my arms across my chest, in an attempt to hide from her, but I know it’s no use. She’s already seen me.
“I don’t know why you try to show everyone how bad you are, when you’re not. I made a mess in this office not so long ago, and you could’ve easily killed me for that. But instead, I saw your humanity, it shone through when you dropped to your knees.”
“A moment of weakness,” I inform her.
“A moment of truth,” she challenges.
This is a mistake, Victor.
“I thought you were convinced I’m the Devil?”
She nods, turning her face away from me, robbing me of her heated gaze. And all I want are those beautiful gems watching me intently again. To see desire shining in them. This isn’t like me. To be so enamored with a woman. But with her, I can’t stop it.
She’s too young, too fucking innocent, but I’ve never once allowed morals to stop me from taking what I want, what I need. Why now do I question myself? She’s breaking me down, when I was meant to break her.
My body is tense when I voice my next question. “And what does that make you, Sofía?”
She awards me with a glance, green orbs burn with emotion. Fire. It burns me from the inside and out. Deeper, more potent than before, because she knows how she feels.
She’s falling.
And so am I.
“The Devil’s Plaything,” she whispers. Her blush flourishes on the apples of her cheeks.
I eat up the distance between us, and she doesn’t retreat when I grasp her face in my hands and pull her lips to mine. Our mouths fuse with venom and passion, pure and feral, lust-filled and hate-fueled.
Her body is pressed against mine, and I allow my hand to trail down to her ass, gripping it harshly as I tug her impossibly closer. Her tongue darts out tentatively, licking against my lips, and I tumble freely into her depths.