The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

25. Her Subtle Challenge

- ENRIQUE -

My eyes are blazing as I look at the vision in the mirror, her eyes are half closed, her plump lips parted, her cheeks flushed, and her head is pressed against mine as she tries to hold back her whimpers as I tantalisingly rub her tiny pearl of pleasure.

Her large breasts rise and fall, awakening an illicit desire within me and I'm enjoying this far too much. Far more than I should, but she's a temptation I'm unable to keep away from.

Seeing her in this tiny bodysuit, she looks better than any fucking woman I've seen before.

My cock throbs against her and I know she can feel it but it doesn't deter her. Instead, she simply slips her fingertips through the gaps in my button- down shirt, grazing my chest with the back of her fingers.

Fuck, why does she have to be so enticing?

And the fact I'm the first man who has touched her like this, that just makes her all the more fucking appealing.

I want to do more, so much fucking more, but the white lingerie is a stark reminder of the fact she is not just a girl willing for a quick hook up a changing room. If I don't stop, I won't be able to.

Burying my head in her neck, I inhale her delicious scent, flicking my tongue over her soft skin and enjoying the taste of her before I suck slightly on her skin, relishing in one last moment of how good her pussy feels before I slip my finger out from her bodysuit.

She gasps, her eyes flying open as I look her in the eye. "Not disappointed that I stopped, are you, princesa? What's the rush? We have enough time together to unleash hell." I smirk slightly before I slip my finger into her mouth. "You taste good, don't you think?"

Her cheeks colour a gorgeous pink.

"Taste yourself," I command.

Her heart's thudding wildly as her tongue flicks out and lightly rakes over my finger.

She can do better than that, but I think this is enough for today...

I remove my finger from her mouth, rubbing it along her plump lips before I slip it into my own mouth, making her cheeks darken as I wrap my lips around it, making sure I get every last taste of her that remains on my finger.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Delicious..."

Fucking delicious.

"Your body is so responsive..." I murmur, my gaze dipping to her hardened nipples.

She presses her legs together, blushing profusely as if just realising what we were doing as she tries to cover her breasts, only succeeding in squeezing them together sexily.

"When you want to go further... come to me wearing this piece... I'll show you the world of sin," I murmur, drinking up how good she looks one last time.

Fuck, I want her.

I pull away, remembering who she is, but it's not like I'm saying I want her, just her body. "Get dressed and let's go," I say suddenly.

"Y-yes!" she says as I step out of the dressing room, almost bumping into the saleswoman.

"Did they fit?" she asks awkwardly as if she had not just stood there for the last several minutes.

"Yes, pack up your best lingerie in that size for her and whatever else you think she'll need."

"Of course, sir!" the woman's excitement outweighs her burning cheeks, clearly having been listening to us and now excited about a successful sale.

I glance down at the front of my pants, trying to think of anything that can get me out of this hard-on, and whilst she gets dressed, I take a mental trip down memory lane and that does the job nicely.

But it also ruins my mood entirely. We still have clothes shopping to do and then I need to set my plan into action...

"These are more than enough. I will make sure I get my replacement card and I will pay you back," she promises as she looks at the final set of bags that I have just put into the trunk.

She kept insisting we were getting too many things, but I refused to listen. Her hair is shining in the sun, and she looks breathtaking. There's no denying that, and I can't get the image of her in that lace out of my head.

"No need. I don't need anything to be paid back. I chose to get you this stuff, these are clothes for the woman to be my Luna." I reply coldly, slamming the trunk down.

She had also insisted she had brought clothes with her but I refused to listen. I am taking this chance to figure her out, although she is hard to read. She switches from cute, to sexy, to thoughtful, to observant and serious.

She's silent as she straps on her seatbelt. She's wearing a knee-length pale blue dress with small black and white flowers on it, but it's the corset bodice and those strings that are messing with my head again.

As much as I wanted to choose clothes for her, she had been pretty confident in the clothes store, and I ended up remaining silent as she checked the fabrics and styles, so instead, I purchased anything she lingered at.

There was one habit that she has that I picked up on. She would always check the tag before purchasing and was more drawn to the clothes that were more reasonable in price.

But today was about being reasonable and so I didn't push her to the limit I wanted to. I did select a few dresses for her, some sexy pieces that I wanted to see her in, but that was it.

"May I stop at my apartment I was renting? I will just grab my things and... need to check out."

Is she really alone? I don't know... seems unbelievable.

"Did your father really allow you to come here alone?" I ask.

She looks across at me before she looks ahead. "I am never alone, regardless of where I am," she responds vaguely.

I don't ask her anything further except the address and head to where she was staying. I'm sure Jose could have figured this place out, but instead, he kept secrets from me.

We reach the apartment, and she is able to get a key card from the front counter after a word with the man behind the desk and we both make our way up.

The apartment has been lived in. Even if she's lying to me, I'm no fool. The smell isn't of a room abandoned for a few days, and there's far too much cleaning product sprayed as if trying to get rid of someone's scent.

My eyes flash as I contain my irritation. It means she's been in contact with whoever is here and they cleared out before we got here. 'Carlos. The man at the front desk, ask him about who else was at this apartment, and where they are now. She's not in Puerto Rico alone.' 'Understood Alpha.' He replies quickly.

"I'll get my things." She says, glancing around the empty apartment before she walks across to one of the doors that leads out.

I don't bother asking her who else is here, because I'm certain she will not tell me the truth about who else is here with her, and I don't want her to alert them.

"All done." She says as she steps out

of the bedroom wheeling a large suitcase along. She has two small

bags over her shoulder and she'a ét

holding a large, white, sleek rectangular box under her

arm.

There's a symbol on the box and I feel I've seen it before.

"Shall we go?" she asks and my gaze snaps back to her.

"Sure," I answer. I reach for her suitcase with my gloved hand and when it touches her, there's no

feeling there. My hand can moven et

and hold things, but for the most part, it's not much more than just a useless stump.

She lets go of her suitcase hesitantly, and I reach for the box.

"I'm ok holding it," she says.

"Don't argue." I take the box from her, my hand brushes her breast and I tense for a second, my eyes snapping up to hers. She blushes as she quickly lets go of the box. "What is in this?" I ask.

"It's my most prized possession." She answers.

Then you are a fool to hand it to me.

"Let's hope I return it..."

I trail off remembering what she said about a prosthetic and wondering if this was it. "You can keep it if you want." She says with a small smile.

I scoff. "I won't accept this. Why do you think you can trust me with it?"

"Because you can't destroy it, even if you tried," she says with a lot of confidence as she walks past me, and I stop in my tracks and stare at her back.

"Nothing is indestructible."

"That prosthetic is. I made sure of it," she says confidently, looking over her shoulder.

"And I'm to believe a pretty princesa who is as gentle as the cherry blossoms she reminds me of made something so powerful?" I scoff. "Believe whatever you must. But in both forms, wolf and human - it is indestructible. But if you want, you can give it your best shot. Blow it up." Her confidence irks me. What exactly is this thing? I follow her from the apartment, ordering two men to come search it. If there's someone else hiding around here, I want them found.

We are almost back at the packhouse when my phone rings. It's one of my men posted across the island, out of the mind link range. "What is it?" I

ask.

“We've been notified that Alpha Luis is still coming. Shall we begin with the preparations?"

"Yes, obviously he is. Is that even a question?"

"I know Alpha... but we were under the impression that you are now taking Señorita Kat-"

"It doesn't matter who I spend a day out with. I'm marrying Luis' daughter. Make sure the welcome is the best it can be." I reply as I turn the corner.

I hear the change in her heart and the sharp intake of breath. Yes, I know I'm a Cabrón for doing this to her, but revenge is far too sweet to let go.

"Understood."

I switch the phone off, and there's silence between us.

“I thought you said you're making me your Luna.” She asks quietly.

"I am since you come from a powerful family, but you are not the woman who is going to be on my arm, nor the one that will hold the official title,” I remark, my jaw clenching as I glare ahead out of the window.

"Hm, the one who wears your mark holds the title... and if you want to use me for my bloodline, then you will have to mark me," she whispers

adamantly.

I frown as I glance at her. "This is my kingdom, princesa, and your logic won't work here." I snarl.

"We shall see," she replies, her quiet but snarky reply angering me.

I slam my foot on the brake, throwing her forward, but the belt keeps her in her seat. I turn to her but she's sitting there calmly despite the sudden

stop. Too calm.

"Are you challenging me?" I growl, grabbing her neck.

“No, do you feel threatened?” she counters softly, her eyes glimmering pink.

Clenching my jaw, I let go of her roughly. "Don't antagonise me princesa, it won't bode well for you."

"Enrique?"

I glance at her and she reaches over and, to my surprise, takes hold of my chin. "What is it?" I snarl, pulling free from her hold.

"I just want to say I'm not threatened by this woman, either. I am Kataleya Rossi and even though I might not be one of the strongest in my family,

don't underestimate me."

I frown, my anger blazing sky fucking high at her cheek, but she simply smooths my jacket collar and looks ahead.

No, you may not be like your father, but you are no fucking angel.

I slam my foot on the accelerator; the tyres screeching as we zoom ahead and I turn another corner violently, but it doesn't phase her as she sits

there as if the entire world is under her control.

How the fuck is she so calm when I've told her I'm doing nothing more than using her?

"Good then. I hope you're ready to roll out the welcoming mat upon her arrival." I growl coldly.

"Of course, do you have a specific colour in mind?"

I glance at her sharply, I'm not sure if she's being sarcastic or genuine, but she's pissing me off.

Didn't she say she loved me? Bullshit.

I don't understand this chica... but what I do understand is that she's no longer just the innocent little girlt

once met. She's now a woman, one who seems to know what she wants, and the worst part is even I can't figure her out.