The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE -

Her eyes widen, and I don't miss the sadness in them, her heart thudding.

What happened?

"Enrique... What are you doing here?" she asks.

That's the first voice I want to hear every f*****g morning and the last every f*****g night.

"It's my home. Can't I be here?" I ask arrogantly.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She looks into my eyes, close enough to see past my shades. "You even accompany guests to the bathroom?" she whispers with a pout. But I'm more satisfied with the way her eyes run over me.

I smirk. "That depends on who... So tell me, Mi Reina, like what you see?"

"Hmm, I guess. I was just thinking that you have a lot of buttons open, did you run out of buttons or was the top too tight? Or maybe you need help to close them?" she asks, as she blinks innocently up at me. She's jealous, I think smugly.

"Someone is either getting distracted or extremely jealous. So tell me, Mi Amor, which is it?"

"Neither," she replies haughtily and I smirk.

She's a bad liar.

"Sure, if you say so. What about your dress? Did they run out of fabric to cover these beauties?" I ask, brushing my knuckles over one of her boobs.

Her heart races, her breasts rising and falling under my touch.

I got you.

I step closer and she steps back.

"No matter how unbothered you act... I still have an effect on you..." I whisper huskily as I keep advancing on her, forcing her back until she hits the wall behind her with nowhere else to go.

"And the same goes for you. You can hide behind those sunglasses, Enrique, but I can feel when your eyes are on me. Which they have been since I arrived," she whispers.

Reaching up, she removes my shades, placing them on the counter behind herself and I swallow as I look down at that killer cleavage.

They would wrap around my cock nicely...

Fuck, she just looks even more fucking perfect. My eyes flash and I force my gaze up.

"What are you doing in here, Enrique, when you should be out there with your luna-to-be?" The urge to tell her that I wish there was another choice washes over me, but I can't.

"I'll go when I need to..." I murmur instead.

The thought of what's coming makes me sick and I know I can't avoid it, but just for a short while, I don't want to think about it.

She turns away, brushing past me and turns to the mirror where she tugs at the fabric that covers her breasts and pulls it up, but it doesn't budge even a little. The daring low cut is made to reveal those bad girls.

"I am looking for the Ash Stone. Your cousin might have mentioned I came to the villa yesterday? Did she not say?"

"Raihana?" she asks, looking surprised, now turning to face me and I trap her between the counter.

"Yeah, Raihana, the witch."

She shakes her head. "No, she didn't... Wait, Hugo was looking for something today. Did you put him up to that?"

"I just asked him to separate any stones he finds. You or your family haven't... come across anything, jewellery or anything?"

I'm unable to tell her what exactly I'm looking for.

But she's staring at me sharply as if knowing I'm not speaking the full truth.

"Enrique, do you think you might know what it could be?" she asks softly, absentmindedly placing a hand on my forearm as she looks up at me, and I'm not complaining.

"Maybe, I just not that it's your concern, but I think it might be a necklace."

Her heart skips a beat. "What does it look like, Enrique? If we find it, you won't need to continue this charade with Rhea."

I freeze, looking down at her sharply.

"What did you just say?" I whisper quietly.

Her heart thuds, making those breasts rise and fall enticingly, and they're only fucking turning me on. I run my fingers through my hair as I stare into those eyes.

She's hiding something. That's obvious from the way she suddenly looks like a cute little doe-eyed deer caught in the headlights.

"How did you..."

"Know that?" she whispers, now standing straight and looking up at me.

"Yeah..." I stare down into her sparkling dark eyes.

"Because I..." she takes a deep, shaky breath, and I take hold of her chin, tilting it up.

"Because what?"

"Because I know you're making Rhea your luna to protect what's dear to you, and before you tell me that it's not me... I remember your confession that night," she whispers.

My heart thunders as I step back, as if electrocuted, my mind spinning.

"That's not possible," I mutter, combing my fingers through my hair as I step back and turn my back on her.

"Magic doesn't work on me. That's how I entered the water, and that's why that witch's spell didn't work on me... I remember it, My Love, every single beautiful word you spoke," she whispers.

I close my eyes as everything now makes sense.

Fuck, all this time she remembered that confession...

The only way I was able to speak from the heart, to be damn f*****g vulnerable, is because I didn't think she'd remember it, but she does.

Any resolve I had to stay away from her comes shattering down.

"You love me, and I love you," she whispers softly. I spin around, no longer able to control my desire for the one thing that has become my entire f*****g world. "We're meant to be-" My lips collide with hers, cutting her off, gripping the sides of her face as I tilt her head up and allow the burning flames of desire to fuel this passionate kiss.

The sweet taste of her lips makes me slip my tongue into her mouth hungrily. She holds onto me tightly, moaning softly against my lips as she kisses me back. I grab her bare thigh, squeezing it before I slip my hand under her dress, grabbing her ass. F**k...

I throb hard, pressing myself into her as her hands run down my chest as she breaks away, kissing my neck.

"Fuck," I mutter as I yank her head back and assault her neck with kisses, making her moan sexily.

I'm unable to stop, even if I know I should.

Because how do you deny the temptation of a sexy diosa?

The answer is you cannot.