Doesn’t move.
Just stands there, raw power and dangerous, promise wrapped in a thousand silent warnings. Shadows darken every sharp, ruthless angle of his face, an invitation to sin painted in shades of midnight.
My pulse kicks violently, my veins burn hotter with every heartbeat of silence between us.
He’s waiting.
For me.
I move forward, heels clicking too sharply on the polished floor, each step feeling heavier than the last. The door shuts behind me, sealing me inside this secret, trapping me in the shadow of a man whose name I don't know, except the single, enigmatic letter: K.
My breath trembles, betraying me, but pride lifts my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his head-on.
No turning back.
Not now.
“You can still leave, Princesa. Turn around, go back to your perfect world of lies.” His eyes drop deliberately to my lips, then trail slowly lower, lingering. Possessive. Claiming. “Or you can stay,” His voice is low, velvet-edged steel, slicing straight to my core. “But if you stay… I own you for the night.”
The words ripple through me, heated and forbidden, igniting something reckless, desperate, utterly primal.
I lift my gaze, defiance and surrender tangled in every breath.
“Then own me,” I whisper, sealing my fate.
A slow, wicked smirk curves his lips, something predatory and achingly sensual. He crosses the distance between us with measured steps, the subtle scent of him, dark spice, expensive whiskey, forbidden promises, wrapping around me smoke.
He moves close…too close. his presence swallowing me whole, erasing every careful line I've drawn. My heart slams violently against my ribs, every beat echoing his quiet domination.
A single finger lifts my chin, forcing my gaze to his. Those eyes, depthless, unreadable, merciless, hold me hostage. He studies me slowly, deliberately, as if peeling away every secret, every fragile layer I hide beneath.
His thumb traces the line of my jaw, possessive and soft, a contradiction that makes my pulse race faster. “Careful what you wish for, Princesa,” he murmurs darkly, his mouth brushing mine with each velvet-edged word. "Because tonight, I'll leave marks you'll never erase."
My breath catches, sharp and shallow, his words curling hot at the base of my spine, sinking low, heavy, into the part of me that’s already aching for him.
I tilt my chin up, mouth parted, challenge clear in my eyes. Daring him. Daring me.
Take it.
Take me.
Take everything.
His eyes darken like storm clouds rolling in slow and lethal. He reads me, really reads me, and it’s like he sees every filthy thing I’ve ever tried to bury. The thoughts I don’t say out loud. The need I’ve tried to starve.
His hand slides down, grazing my throat with unbearable patience, fingers coasting over the hollow between my collarbones, following the neckline of my dress until he reaches the curve of my breast.
He doesn’t grope.
He lingers.
Featherlight touch. But I swear it brands me from the inside out.
I sway into him, helpless. My body already made the decision my pride refuses to admit.
His palm finds my waist and grips.
Tight.
