I don’t think I have enough information to make up my mind about her, but what my eyes are showing me is something entirely different to what I’ve heard.
What I detect in her eyes is pain.
I see the deep pain a person would feel when they’ve suffered great hardship and loss. She has the sort of look most often associated with a person who’s lost everything. Like the poor and the destitute. It’s not what I expect from a cartel princess.
The pain in her eyes would almost mirror my own pain for my loss. And at the same time, it doesn’t. Her pain seems to run deeper.
That makes me even more curious than I already am about her. Particularly when something in my core tells me the pain I’m witnessing isn’t due to her loss of Raul and Felipe, and it’s not the situation with me either. Or her worry over José.
If it’s not any of those things, then what is it for?
Who could have hurt her?
Who hurt her more than me?
She gazes right at the camera, and while I know she has no idea I’m watching her; she’s looking at it like she can see me.
Looking at me with those bright hazel eyes that add more to her ethereal beauty. I’ve had many beautiful women on my arm, and beneath me, in my years.
Adriana Alvarez is no less beautiful than any of them. There’s something about her, though, that prevents her from just being another face in the host of beauties looking to be attached to me because of who I am and what it means to be mine.
This woman wants nothing to do with me. If I were to open the gates, she’d run far, far away from me, never looking back.
Knowing that makes me want her even more.
She belongs to me now. She’s as much mine as the cartel and the Alvarez empire will be once we get married.
I own her, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from doing whatever I want to do to her.WheneverI want.
I close the link when she sets her head back down onto her knees and finish packing up.
By the time I reach home, my cock is so hard for my fiancée I nearly blow my load just thinking about her tight pussy. The bulge presses against my pants and only grows when I walk into my room and find her asleep on the bed. The main light is off, but the lamp on the nightstand is on.
I take a quick shower in the en-suite and head back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my bottom half.
When I stop by the window to pull the drapes closed, I look at her again and notice the change in her breathing pattern. I know she’s no longer sleeping and is aware of my presence in the room.
I smell her fear, and all it does is entice me.
I smell her arousal, and all that does is make me want to fuck her even more.
“I know you’re not sleeping, Malyshka,” I say, breaking the blanket of silence settling over the room.
A visible shudder ripples over her skin, moving the sheet that’s pulled over her shoulders, then she turns to face me with those beautiful eyes.
They’re puffy and swollen now from crying but still beautiful.
And now that I’m looking at her, I want to be inside her even more than I did before.
13
Mikhail
“Iheard you in the shower,” the princess mumbles, looking me over cautiously.
Always careful.
She takes in my muscle and the tattoos I know freak her out. I’m not sure if she knows all their meanings, but I saw her looking at my knuckles this morning. If she guessed the tattoos of rings on my fingers were prison tats, she was completely right.
