Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

When her eyes shift from mine and she stares off in the distance, over my shoulder, my nerves prickle. It’s then I feel it. Eyes on me, on us.

I’m so used to being alone and walking around on this side of the beach by myself that I forgot. How sloppy of me. We’re standing about forty feet away from Emelia’s bedroom.

I turn around knowing it could only be her watching, and it is. She’s standing by the window I was smoking at earlier. Wrapped in the bedsheet with her raven hair wild and tousled, she looks like we spent the night together. Even from here I can see the dewiness in her skin and those whisky-colored eyes. Striking against the darkness of her hair.

Pretty isn’t the word I’d use to describe her. She’s beautiful. She is beauty. And the most beautiful thing about her is that she doesn’t know.

We’re in her direct line of sight. I don’t know what to be more impressed by—the way she stares me down or the fact that she hasn’t moved. She’s been caught watching me with a woman on the beach she doesn’t know, and she’s still standing her ground. Clearly pissed as fuck at me.

Jealous. Good.

I can see it. The same way she sparked jealousy in me when she asked if she could call her friend.

My cock hardens when my gaze drops to her breasts hidden away from my sight with the sheet. I remember how her nipples pebbled with arousal against my chest and how she tasted the other night when I got my first suck on her tits and her pussy.

She’s going to let me do that again. Next time, I’ll get a good suck and make sure I get my fill of her pussy before we start to fight.

I look back to Gabriella and note the hard line of her jaw.

She’s never been a woman to like competition, and never a woman you tell no. It’s different with me though. I call the shots. When she thought she was using me, she couldn’t have ben more wrong.

“She’s pretty,” she states.

“I know,” I answer. Fury flashes in her eyes.

“I can already tell you’ll be bored quickly too. Call me when you want to fuck a real woman who knows how to please you in the bedroom.”

She walks away, and I allow her to.

My gaze returns to the princess watching me from the window in her bedroom. My cock hard, ready to fuck her as I think of what she is.

A woman who is mine. A woman I doubt I’ll get bored of because I’ll be too busy teaching her how to please me.

A girl I can’t wait to turn into a woman.

I gaze back at her now and realize I want more than her obedience.

The spark of attraction that’s rippling between this space between us tells me she wants more too.

This is going to be very interesting.

I turn away from her and continue down the beach, planning for later.

Chapter Nine

Emilia

Is this what it will be like?

He’ll have his women, while I’ll be stuck looking in from the outside. Or rather the inside of this room. I’ll be stuck watching my husband with some woman running her hands all over him.

I continue watching Massimo walking down the beach. I watch him until he disappears from my view. I blink against tears.

It’s not jealousy… Okay… maybe it is. But not in the conventional sense of being jealous. What’s grating me is being forced to feel this way because I’m in this situation.

I wouldn’t feel this way if there were any part of this whole fiasco that was normal because I wouldn’t choose to be with a man who cheats on me.

The way she touched him, although brief, spoke in abundance of them being together. She looked like his type. Like the kind of woman who knows what to do in the bedroom, or wherever. Not a virgin.