Beautiful, Beloved

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

┈ ┈༺♡༻┈ ┈𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯┈ ┈༺♡༻ ┈ ┈

I eyed the beautiful figure swaying her hips as she walked. Her eyes were like the wind, and her hair was a beautiful burnt blonde. My eyes drifted down her back and onto her thin legs. This girl was driving me crazy.

"Where are we going?" she asked, in her innocent, crisp voice. I slid my hand onto her hip. Her tank top revealed a sliver of skin, and it felt smooth on mine.

"Off," she demanded, pulling away.

"You remind me of Cinderella," I whispered, hoping to sound somewhat romantic and not like a complete douche.

"How so?" she spun around, curiously.

"Because those clothes are gonna come off at midnight," I teased. I saw the color flood to her cheeks and she hid her face. I chuckled.

"You're annoying as hell," she muttered.

"I always thought of myself as the devil in disguise,"

"Fuck you,"

"No thanks," I playfully called. She gasped. I grew a smile on my face.

Suddenly she turned on a curse, shoving me against a tree. I saw red in her eyes as she pulled a dagger out of my pocket. She pressed the dagger under my chin and against my neck.

"One more word from your mouth," she said with a whisper, leaning in. "And I will cut out your useless tongue,"

I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. The dagger was nearly digging into my neck, and she was breathing heavily.

"Really?" I quietly said with a smirk. "I can think of plenty of uses for my tongue,"

"You're vile," she choked out, shoving the dagger close enough to draw blood. The scent of her overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes.

"Yes," I exhaled. She leaned in further, her lips brushing past my cheek, as she reached my ear.

"I know what you're doing, idiot," she whispered. She pulled away, barely catching my puzzled expression. I relaxed my face as she walked away.

I was still dumbfounded when we walked back into the house.

Later that night, I brought out bottles of champagne.

"What are we even celebrating?" Carlene asked.

"You ask too many questions, princess," I told her. I handed her a bottle. "Let's play a game,"

"Not another game you child," she snapped.

"Strip poker," I was nearly sure she would immediately object, but she didn't.

"We don't have cards, dipshit," she sat down on a chair.

"Fine, we can just strip for each other," I suggested.

"No chance."

"Princess," I said, changing the subject. "Do you have any feelings for me?" I asked, as seductively as I could. She rose from her chair.

"No," she said.

"Lies,"

"I fucking hate you, Darden," she crossed her arms. I realized that was the first time she said my name, and I loved the way it rolled out of her mouth.

"Then why," I started to whisper. "Do you make that little noise every time I touch you?"

"I do not!"

I grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall. Her eyes darted from my eyes, to my lips, to my chest and back up again. I slid my arm up her thigh and she let out a small whimper.

"See," I teased, and dropped her arms.

"I'm done with this," she muttered.

"You're no fun," I said. That got her attention, and she put her hands on her hips.

"Why do you act so obsessed with me?" she asked in a snarky tone.

I laughed and took off my shirt. She was staring, I knew she would.

"Who's obsessed with who, princess?"