The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness novel Chapter 6

~ ENRIQUE ~

The sudden urge to tear her clothes off sneaks into my mind and I tense, pushing myself off her.

What the fuck?

I quickly jerk away as if I’ve just been burned, glaring at the culprit behind this, yet she lays there looking all innocent but at the same time absolutely fucking sexy and fuckable- a pout on her plump lips as she lays there breathing hard, the faint outline of her nipples visible through her fitted dress.

Right… It's too hot in here. Is the air conditioning not working?

Frowning, I glare at the woman on the bed. I better bind her before she goes looking for someone to fuck. There’s a knock on the open door and Carlos stands there.

“Bind her,” I order, brushing past him, and without a glance back I make my way to my quarters, which cover half of the top floor. I shut the door behind me, the click echoing loudly in the room.

Crossing the room, I enter my office, shutting the door behind me before I walk over to one of the many shelves and take down a small wooden box from the highest shelf. Placing the box on the table, I flip it open, staring at the pouch that sits inside.

‘Padre! NO! I’m sorry!’

‘Please, save my padre!’

‘Madre, run!’

‘I hate you!’

I open the pouch, taking out the crystal necklace which that young girl once gave me, the pain suffocating me.

I blink, staring at the small mirror that is set in the lid of the chest. Past my facial hair I can see the faint scars that are with me for life… the scars that are a reminder of the demons from my past.

There’s one on my lip, but it’s only noticeable when I smile or stretch my lips, not like I smile much anyway… These are the pale scars caused by the evil that once consumed my padre… but that was not who he was…

I toss the crystal necklace back into the box in anger, remembering the man who had killed him. He didn’t help us. He did nothing but cause more pain. If he wanted to help, if he cared, he would have found a way to separate the Djinn from my father!

I slam my prosthetic hand onto the table, hating that it has no feeling. I yank off the thick glove that I always wear, staring at the robotic hand that’s attached to my wrist.

Another reminder of the past, and one that has crippled me. Making me weaker than I could have been, not that I let it stop me.

Resentment flares through me and I snap the box shut, closing off my mind from the memories that continue to haunt me.

I hate them all…

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I barely slept last night. The nightmares had returned with a vengeance; I run my hand through my brown locks and open the door of the bedroom where we had put the woman, having come here the moment I was alerted that she was awake.

‘It’s strange, Alpha. I didn’t even hear her waking up.’ Jose apologises.

Hmm.

She’s sitting there on the bed, her hands tied in front of her, and her ankles bound too. Pretty loosely… if she wanted, she could easily break out, especially if she’s able to pull the lamppost right out of the ground…

Are these idiots really going to treat her like a dainty princess?

She’s looking at me with gorgeous dark eyes that are rimmed with thick lashes, blinking innocently, but there is nothing innocent about her or that body of hers.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my territory?” I ask in English, not missing the way her eyes dip to my right hand which is in my pocket. Something that sends a sliver of irritation through me. I don’t like that look in her eyes before she looks up at me again.

“I heard most of the island belongs to you. Is it my fault that I don’t know where or what part I cannot visit?” she replies in her soft voice, one that would sound great if she didn’t have that accent.

“You expect me to believe you were in Puerto Rico on holiday?” I ask mockingly.

“Why not? It’s a beautiful place. Besides, someone I know lives here.” She answers, seemingly telling the truth.

And she has still not given me a name for herself.

“Who do you know that lives here? Do share. I will find them and confirm your story, and who are you? Answer the question.” I command, letting my Alpha aura roll off me. It fills the room and I see Carlos bend his neck despite it not being targeted at him.

“Is my identity really that important?” she asks me softly.