The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE -

"Because I will destroy you," I reply quietly, forcing myself to let go of her and move back.

Her eyes flash with sadness, but I turn away mind-linking one of the werewolf staff to have the food brought out since I had made it clear no one is to pass the partition unless I say so.

"You won't," she murmurs before she sighs softly. "The weather is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Indeed."Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. We fall silent; the music filling the comfortable silence. "Enrique?" she says after a moment. "So, we're no longer using Papi?" I glance at her, cocking a brow and as predicted, she blushes, quickly looking away.

Oh, that one won't get old. She is fun to tease.

"I keep thinking of Dad's angry face when I say Papi...." she shudders.

"Even better," I smirk. "I like that idea even more."

She shakes her head, "No, I don't. Let's not think of Dad. He must be so angry. Anyway, I wanted to ask when you first saw me... did you find me cute?" she asks.

She doesn't mean at the fucking club. I had already set my gaze on her that day. She means as children.

Maybe I did...

"I only saw an annoying little chica." I lie.

She smiles. "You are such a boy, so you did, right?" she asks, resting her cheek on her palm, and smiling over at me.

"Well, maybe I did find you cute. You looked like a doll. With your long hair, pouty lips and big doe eyes, you... you held an innocence that intrigued me...you still hold that innocence." I say, downing the last of my wine. She smiles even wider. "Really?"

"Really." Our eyes meet before I look out at the sea. "You still hold that innocence, only now it just makes you even more f*****g sexier.

"I don't think innocence can make someone look sexy..." she ponders with a pout. I glance at her and smirk.

"It's hot when that innocent look is accompanied by big breasts and creamy supple skin," I remark, making her blush. I chuckle slightly just as we hear footsteps and turn to see two waiters approaching. They smile politely before placing the array of dishes on the table before us.

"Oh, so many..." Kataleya says as she looks at the variety of dishes.

If you were mine, I'd make sure you had the best food every single day... I'd take you on holiday and together we'd try the foods of all the different countries in the world crossing the seven seas... "Thank you," she says politely to the waiters as they refill our glasses before they take their leave. "Do you have a favourite colour?"

I glance over at her. "White if I had to pick."

She smiles. "I like white too, but my favourite is pink."

"I'm not surprised," I remark mockingly as we begin helping ourselves to food. I pass her the salad bowl that she's trying to reach before picking up my mojito and drinking some. "Oh, this is good." She moans softly, tasting a piece of meat. It's low, but f**k, it still gets to me.

I cock a brow, looking over at her, keep moaning Princesa... why not make this even harder for me? I wouldn't mind pleasuring myself, just watching her. She's a f*****g bombshell. I'm already hard in my pants and the sight of her is f*****g with my head as it is. This fucking atmosphere isn't helping either.

But the night is almost over and then I will step away...

"Looking around, seeing the night like this, you wouldn't think there's any worry in the world at all," she says suddenly, and I glance ahead at the serene scenery before us.

"Looks are deceiving though, whether it's a person or the land... nothing is what they seem," I remark while taking a bite.

"But often things are even better inside," she says.

"Oh yeah, like a cock buried in a pussy," I remark, making her gasp, before she coughs, patting her throat. "F**k, sorry."

I'm about to rub her back but she shakes her head, taking a sip of her wine.

"I'm alright, that was just funny," she giggles, making me resist a smile." You always have sticks and holes on your mind."

"Not with the sticks again," I groan, massaging my temples.

She giggles. "Well, it's a good example," she says, taking two fries and biting into them slowly.

Those lips...

"Not really. Sticks are thin."

"Mm, true, but then what do you want me to call it, a log?" she blinks at me, and I smirk.

"Well, it is more ideal," I say cockily.

She smiles. "Ok, log it is, I think it's more fitting too... it is big... and thick..." she blushes, and I smirk.

"And it's made to pleasure."

Our eyes meet again, and I internally kick myself. Why the fuck am I even going down that path again? It just comes naturally and it's hard not to...

"So how is the food?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"It's delicious."

She smiles at me as we both continue eating, I try not to stare at the way her earrings glint, or the way her lips shimmer, the way her lashes caress her cheeks or the way her breasts rise and fall... When you dine with a diosa... you really are enchanted...

Dinner went well, but the silence grew with every passing minute. I could barely get through dessert, needing to put distance between us.

We may have been silent, but eyes don't f*****g lie and ours spoke far louder and clearer than they ever should have...

I want her and she wants me...

Wouldn't it be perfect to take her and claim her?

Yeah, maybe, but every taste I have of her only deepens the animalistic rage and hunger within me that wants to destroy her and take whatever I can from her.

The ride home is tense and I'm trying to focus on anything but her. Those we lost, Joseph, for example, I should have been thinking about that, not having fun. But even the guilt of his death does not make me forget the woman in the glittery dress who is crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sits there restlessly, one I can see from the corner of my eyes.

She's now looking out of the window, her head resting against the leather backseat of the headrest and she's running her finger along the fabric of her dress that rests against her breasts.

Fucking teasingly...

I park outside the house and step out of the car, walking around. I open the door for her, taking her hand as she steps down, my gaze falling to her sexy thighs as her breasts bounce when her foot hits the ground.

"Thanks," she says softly, as I resist the urge to brush a strand of her hair back.

She's beautiful...

I nod curtly, shutting the door and leading the way to the front door of the villa. Unlocking it, I step back, allowing her inside before I lock it and lead the way upstairs.

Now walk the fuck away, Enrique, and don't expect more.

My mind and my d**k are at war, and right now, my d**k is winning.

"Goodnight," I say at the door to her room, turning my head away and about to walk off when she reaches up, placing her hand on my cheek.

"Thank you for tonight... I enjoyed myself... it's the first date I have ever been on."

"It wasn't-"

"It was. Even if you want to deny it, I may not have been on a date, but I know what a date is," she says with the tiniest of frowns as if warning me not to argue with her. That only makes her look f*****g cuter. But it's that cuteness that would have me obey you, Mi Diosa.

I smirk. "If thinking that makes you happy. Cool," I whisper, taking one last inhale of her scent.

She smiles. "Knowing that makes me happy," she corrects me cheekily.

"Hmm, good. Now sleep," I say, moving back about to walk away, needing to put as much distance between us as possible and fast.

Everything I have stood for, everything I prided myself in, and every wall of hatred and rage I've built are crumbling before me.

"Could you help me with my zipper before you go?" she asks innocently, but there's something too innocent about the way she's blinking.

No, don't fall for it, Enrique... Remember that movie with the cat, with big innocent eyes, then he stabs everyone? Yeah, don't fall for cute eyes.

"I'm sure you can manage," I remark, looking down at her dress, or should I say these sexy boobs?

She shakes her head. "I don't know who else to ask. Should I call Carlos or Jose-"

"Turn around," I growl.

She nods, quickly turning around and slipping her hair over her shoulder.

She fucking did that on purpose and I'm a fucking fool to fall for it. Obviously, she wouldn't go to them. I'm such a pendejo. She makes me become one.

I gaze at her ass before taking hold of the zipper and sliding it down ever so slowly, enjoying the moment only to freeze when I see what she's wearing underneath. White lace... one that I recognise...

My heart thuds as I stare at the bodysuit I had picked out for her on that shopping trip.

My own words ring in my head, my heart pounding as f*****g loud as hers.

'I will look forward to the day that I stain this very piece with your blood as I take your virginity...

I need to move, fuck I need to back away, but I'm unable to as if a force beyond my will has me rooted in place.

'When you want to go further... come to me wearing this piece... I'll show you the world of sin.'

That's what I had told her and her wearing this very piece spoke louder than any of her words ever could.

She wanted me to take her... and the enticing thought of being the very first to take her to the f*****g temples of sin is a temptation that I could no longer refuse.

I shouldn't.

But I fucking can't resist...

Women are a weakness for men... and right now, that resonates within me.

I have resisted so much in life, and stuck to my beliefs... but one ray of light in the form of a goddess has destroyed me in its entirety.

I give in.

Fuck it all.

I want her.

Pressing my lips to the corner of her lips, I look through hooded eyes at the way she gasps, her breasts rising rapidly as I kiss her tantalisingly.

'Let me show you how an angel falls from grace... When I am done with you, you will become a little nymph... one who will desire nothing more than to be ravished day in and day f*****g out..." I whisper huskily in her ear as I slide the zipper all the way down...