SHE IS MY OBSESSION.
This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint.
We are both villains.
She is my obsession; I am hers.
I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle.
I know she wil...
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Elias led me down the hallways to my own bedroom, and I glanced up at him with a small smile as he walked with me.
"How did you manage this?" I wondered.
He gazed down, smiling still. "I've been planning this for a while, Alice."
"Is that why you wanted me to go back to the castle?" I wondered. "So my father would tell me that you were the prince? Why couldn't you do it yourself?"
He gazed down at me. "What's the fun in that?"
I sucked in a breath when he pushed me against a wall. "You're playing a very dangerous game, Elias."
He lightly caught my bottom lip and let it slip out. "I love dangerous games."
"My father will have your head on a platter."
"Not if I kill him first."
I just tipped my head to the side. "You've been a prince? All this time?"
"Yes, and I was also taken in by my family, but they are nowhere near as cold as yours."
I watched him curiously, smiling still. "Why did you become so murderous and ruthless? What made you this way?"
He just smiled. "I was born this way, Sweetheart."
He then dragged me forward, making me stumble as he pulled me to my room.
He closed the door behind me and pressed me to it, making my lashes flutter when his lips hovered over mine.
"If all the king's men," he whispered, "and all the king's horses, can't find a way to save you... just come to me, Angel. I will gladly save you, even from the king who's planning your heart's demise."
He pressed his lips to mine again, and I whimpered, trying not to let my legs give in.
But his hand went lower and lower, slightly pulling up my dress and the going back down... into me.
I tipped my head back, trying to conceal my cry.
He slipped a second finger, then a third, and started thrusting. "Session three," he told me.
I closed my eyes tightly, feeling myself tighten around him because I my muscles were loosened last time, and this did sting a bit...
But not as much as the second finger last night, no... this was just a stretching sting.
Whatever he was doing was working.
I set my head against the door as he kept pumping, bending his fingers lightly and pressing into a sweet spot.
I cried out, but he already moved fast and covered my mouth with his other hand, concealing it.
"Shhh..." he said, smirking, "they can't know I'm here, remember?"
