The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 10

~ ENRIQUE ~

If I thought she was fucking perfect with clothes on… then she was a dream without them. I know I have a type, and that type includes big boobs and meat, but I don’t think I’ve come anywhere close to seeing the perfect body – until now.

Every inch of her is made to perfection. Her creamy smooth skin, soft pink nipples, gorgeous fucking hips that I want to grab onto and yank close. Sexy curvy thighs, and a plump smooth, perfect pussy that I want to part, devour and fuck.

Deliciously perfect and a complete turn-on.

But the thing that irritates me the most - the worst fucking part of this is she is one of them. A Rossi.

And she fucking slapped me.

I glare at the shut door, which she had just run out through, her big sexy ass jiggling as she rushed from the room.

She fucking slapped me!

She’s fucking weird.

Who screams like a dumb chica with a body like that? What is she? Some sort of hentai chick? Well, she does look like one.

Ok, focus.

Fuck, this is my house. She doesn’t call the shots here.

Put clothes on? Why should I listen to her?

I storm out of the office.

‘Pants!’ I snarl, as I storm towards her room. Has she never seen a fucking naked man?

Jose holds out some sweatpants as he raises an eyebrow questioningly. “All good?”

“Check the security around this place while I deal with her.” I snarl, storming towards her room as I pull the pants on.

I have no idea what the fuck those things were inside the office. They looked as disgusting as they smelt and felt. Their skin was raw and reminded me of peeled raw flesh, their breath reeked of infected blood and rotten flesh. And their touch, it felt slimy and ice cold.

But she knew them… knew what they were…

She knew how to handle them and that fucking irked me too. I was doing fine, and she was acting like I needed help.

Her words ring in my mind, and I roll my neck. She’s not wrong. Where it had managed to get its claws into me, my body is already aching painfully. I glance down, seeing the dark bruising that is spreading across my shoulders.

I need answers, and she needs a punishment for disobeying me, slapping me, and defying me.

Reaching the room she’s in, I push open the door, glaring at the bed where I can see her hiding under and she whimpers in panic.

Really? Is she for real?

Why does she sound so fucking…

Her behaviour is getting to me, and not in a fucking way that I like.

She peeks out from under the sheets, staring at me with wide doe eyes that are painfully innocent, eyes that make me want to fuck that innocence right out of her. I throb in my pants. Just the thought sounds enticing.

My anger flares at my own thoughts. She isn’t the first woman I’ve seen. What the fuck is my issue? There is no way I would ever consider a Rossi beautiful or sexy.

I storm over to the bed, and she yelps, closing her eyes and flinching.

“Stop fucking playing innocent,” I growl, grabbing her arm and dragging her to her knees. Her breasts bounce, the bedsheet getting tugged a little lower, and although she’s clutching it tightly to her waist, that jacket I gave her does nothing to contain those lush breasts. She gasps, tugging the sheet up as she stares up at me.

“I’m not playing anything. I… what do you want?”

What do I want? What the fuck do you think I want?

“Answers!” I snarl, making her whimper. “This is my pack. You don’t get to ask questions.”

“Crawlers! They’re crawlers!”

I’ve not heard of them… but I also have not accepted the invitation to attend the SWA - The Supernatural World Association, which was recently set up - around six months ago - by a mysterious benefactor, to alert supernatural species across the world of the strange going ons around us.

There is a virtual meeting every three months where Alphas can join the live stream. If these things were mentioned then I’ve missed it.

I just never bothered with mine, and I doubt half of the Packs did.

“So you’ve seen these things before? And why the fuck do you call them Crawlers? Didn’t look like they were fucking crawling to me.”

“I… That was the name they were referred to in a vision… someone had.”

Frowning, I cock a brow. “And how is it that you seemed to know what they were?” I ask coldly.

“Because they’re after me,” she says quietly, looking down.

Why her? Can she ever catch a break?

I push the thought away - like I care.

“Keep talking,” I say quietly, looking down at her. Her breath hitches, and I realise I’m holding her far too close… her heart is racing and that soft cherry blossom scent wafts through my nose as she gazes into my eyes.

Refreshing…