Possessing the Princess

Just twenty-four hours with the man, and I’d already picked up his crude lingo. I’d let my emotions sway me far more than ever before.

I’d come twice because of his sensual power.

And now I’d awoken the primal beast.

Aris didn’t say a single word to my dance mate when he reached us. He didn’t have to. Even if the other man hadn’t known who he was or what sort of disturbing reputation he had, Aris’s formidably frosty look would scare any guy off.

And then he turned to me, banded an arm around my waist, and hauled me into him.

“I’ve had about enough of you flaunting what’s mine,” he gnashed from between gritted teeth.

“I am not yours!”

He steamrolled right over my objections. “You are mistaken if that’s what you think.” Getting right in my face, he looked like he wanted to ring my neck. “You are mine until I turn you over.”