Wild Heir (Fated Royals 4)

I could even leave evidence that he had done away with me, so my family debt surely would be forgiven upon my death. A tragic end to my life as Valeria Valentine, and a new beginning under a new name…

But I didn’t want to kill him. I didn’t even want to hurt him. I knew in my heart that I could’ve spent my whole life looking at that beautiful face, and trying to solve the mysteries of the gorgeous Vasile Greengallow.

I wish you were the one I was marrying, I thought, surprising even myself with that idea. And with the utter truth of it.

As I held my weight on my knees, I found my unarmed hand moving toward his cheek. He was so beautiful. Gently, I stroked his rough cheek. As I touched him, I felt my whole body begin to melt.

But then, from a seemingly dead sleep, he seized my wrist hard in a vise-like grip that triggered a rush of fear inside me.

Instinctively, I fought back and in a flurry of movements, grunts and force, I found myself with the knife pressed to his throat.Chapter 10VasileI’d pretended to be asleep when she entered the room.

I’d heard her coming down the fucking hall, my senses were so on edge, so acute I swore I even caught her scent before the door opened.

It took all my willpower to leave her in that bedroom only to come to mine and use the remaining power I had to talk the surging hot blood from my erection.

I thought briefly about relieving myself, but I couldn’t. This girl I’d only known hours, had ruined me already.

I knew, the only satisfaction I’d ever have again, was with her. In her. From her.

Who knows how she got past the lock on her door, but I found the ingenuity fascinating. There was more to this girl than looks and a title.

She wasn’t just smart, she was resourceful, fearless and I found myself drawn to her with a force that shocked me. I’d let her have her moment, wondering what she would do when she found me alone and vulnerable.

I’d enjoyed it when she climbed up on top of me.

I’d even been fascinated by the idea of her wielding a blade, of my life being in her hands. But I couldn’t hold back any longer.

In the low light, with that look in her eye, she looked more beautiful than ever.

Goddamn. That fire, that daring. What a fucking goddess.

But mischievous as hell.

“How the fuck did you get out?” I barked.

She pursed her lips, all sassy and sexy.

“Next time you kidnap someone, you should check their braid for hairpins.” She was smug with her little victory and doubly sexy because of it. A confident woman is the sexiest thing in the world, hands down.

I slowly released her wrist, but she didn’t take her hand away from my cheek. Nor did she move the knife from my throat. Instead, she kept it there, blade to my jugular.

The pressure on the knife increased and I slowed my breathing as I stared into her eyes. It took all my strength to keep my wits. The scent of her cunt was driving me mad. If heaven had a scent, it would be her.

My dick was hard as the stone walls in an instant, in spite of the blade at my neck.

Sitting on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, she began to grind her hips into mine, rolling her clit again my engorged dick. I was naked under the sheet and the only thing between her sweet cunt and my cock was a few threads of fabric.

It took one hell of a woman to walk that line between danger and pleasure. But she needed to be careful. If she pushed me too far, there would be no turning back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled.

She exhaled slowly, with eyes fluttering as she pleasured herself against me.

“You thought you’d kidnap me and keep me locked up like some little jewel, didn’t you?”

She spread her legs further against my balls, warmth and wetness seeping through the thin sheet. It was her wetness spilling out of her. I wanted to get inside her so badly, I felt it in my fucking bones.

“You have no clue what I wanted to do, Princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” she snapped, setting her teeth in anger and sucking in her belly as she pulled herself slightly away from me.

I slipped my hand behind her, forcing her back down onto me, with my fingers digging into her plump ass cheek.

“Make me,” I challenged, half provoking her just to see how far she’d go, with no concern for the fact that with one swipe, one flick of her delicate wrist, my lifeblood would drain from my body in a matter of minutes.