“Because those are the best things I’ve ever felt in my life.”
I shook my head, clearing it from the magic he was whispering. This was, after all, Magnus Jameson, who was infamous for saying things like this to girls in order to get them to, well, you know.
And I would not be one of his conquests, thank you very much.
“That’s so sweet,” I said, adding an extra flirt to my voice, and batting my eyes at him.
He grinned triumphantly, thinking he’d won me over.
“Now, tell, me,” I said with a dramatic sigh. “How many girls have you said those exact words to?”
He frowned. “None, those were—”
“Please, spare me the line okay?” I forced a laugh. “Not interested.”
“Yes you are.”
I whirled back, my jaw dropping
“Excuse me?”
“You are,” he said smugly. “Interested, that is.” His eyes dropped to the front of his tuxedo pants before looking back at me and winking.
My jaw dropped as I shook my head.
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re all I’ve fucking thought about since that night,” he growled yanking me against him.
“I—”
“And I know you’ve thought of me.”
“You don’t know a thing about me.”
“There’s where you’re wrong, Princess. I know that deep down, you’re just dying to drop the good girl act and get a little wild.”
“No I’m no—”
“It’s why you went on vacation without telling Daddy. It’s why you used a fake name. It’s why you couldn't take your eyes off my cock back there in the—”
I don’t remember telling my brain to slap him, but I did anyways.
I gasped after I did, snatching my palm back and my jaw dropping as the redness spread across his cheek.
He didn’t even move.
He didn’t scowl.
He didn’t bring a hand up to touch it.
He just grinned at me,
“See now, that was bad.”
He pulled me close, making me tumble right into him.
“Now let’s see what else we can do that’s bad,” he purred.
I pulled away, whirled, and ran.
Chapter 4
Magnus
“Did I just see you talking to—”
“Yes.”
Caspian cleared his throat, sipping a drink. “I might remind you that this is not the venue for you to pull your usual shit with girls?”
“Oh, it’s not?” I said sarcastically,
“And not with King Lucian’s fucking daughter,” he hissed, shooting me a look.
“Relax, Charming.”
Caspian Charming and his brother Cade were twins. Blonde, blue eyed, good boys. I smirked, thinking of the nickname Logan had given them: the Ken dolls.
They weren’t that good, to be honest. I’d known them long enough to know they just looked like good little golden princes, when really, those two were just as dirty as me. Well, almost. I’d seen them take home enough women — women to share, at that.
Still, they did better at functions like this than me. Being “Princely” was always tough for me. I’d rather have a few more drinks than I should. Laugh a little louder. Dance a little crazier. Stay up a little later.
Caspian and his brother though, they knew the parameters, and they knew how to look perfect within them.
Assholes.
“So, you weren’t just flirting with Imogen Morningstar?”
“No, of course not.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, what?”
His eyes flicked past me. “Nothing. So if you weren’t, you won’t be pissed that some other dude just took over for you with her on the dance floor?”
I whirled, my face tightening into a frown, and when I saw the fucking douche talking to her, it went into a scowl.
Prince Chester Bught, of Montagne. I mean the guy’s name was butt, for fuck’s sake. Different spelling, but give me a break. How the hell was a girl like Imogen — someone as absolutely perfect who’d haunted my dreams for the last four weeks and controlled my cock through some sort of witchcraft — talking to an absolute tool like him?
It made no sense. And the longer I looked at them, the more pissed it made me, until pissed turned to furious.
Fuck this guy, she was mine. And I knew deep down, she knew she was mine. I might have been under her spell, but she’d fallen under the same thing — I could see it in the way she looked at me, like she was scared of what being near me brought out in her.
I spent far too long in life jumping from bullshit to bullshit, and never finding something real. I'd’ looked at this girl, and it’d felt more real than anything ever before. Now, having touched her, however quickly, however sarcastically, and however much she was scowling at me?
Oh, she was mine alright, I just had to show her.
I grit my teeth as I watched her laugh at something fuckwad said to her, before she curtseyed and walked away. I watched her float across the ballroom floor, my eyes flicking back to him and narrowing at the way he checked out her ass as she left the room.
I slammed my drink back and started to head his way.